#flosfilia

          ‘ do you mean the TULIPS? or the ROSES? ’     his lips are tugged into a teasing grin, eyebrow raised at the shorter girl in a way which he hoped conveyed his amusement.     ‘ or are you, perhaps, talking about the LILIES? ’

          ‘ i don’t want to be ANYTHING. ’        h a r s h  words spill through clenched teeth, eyes alight with rage and ACCUSATION at her words.    voices rise to the surface of his traitorous mind like a   MONSTER   feeding on insecurities he’s tried his damned best to stomp out, eating away at his sanity like  B E A S T S.     ‘ i don’t want to be a HERO. and i don’t want to be a VILLAIN.          i just want to be myself, however fucked up that may be. ’

               ‘ TONIGHT? ’     his tone is laced with   D I S B E L I E F,  and perhaps some disappointment ( that she would keep such news from him for so long ), and had he not been expecting bad news ( she’s never been able to completely mask her emotions from him     and she’d been emitting waves of nervousness since she’d arrived ) he might have been ANGRY.     ‘ why didn’t you tell me EARLIER? ’          What happened to ‘no keeping secrets’?

        ‘ ever hold a gun in your hands ? it’s like holding                     life & death between your hands. ‘

                                               ❛  oh,  wow.  your powers are beautiful  !  ❜

                                       I AM THE LOVER OF UNCONTAINED AND IMMORTAL BEAUTY.

          ‘ hey hippie - ’   the words are uttered as he sets himself in front of her, a glance over his shoulder confirming that mrs. lóng is busy enough that she wouldn’t notice him ‘slacking off’.   ‘ I take it stronghold won’t be joining us tonight. ’