#floweringface

T H E   C I R C L E 

We go together like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong 

Remembered forever as shoo-bop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom

but ben is nothing like the isle. he doesn’t hurl insults back in her direction, nor does he take her verbal attacks in defeat. instead, he plants his feet, green eyes steady and calm, as though a serene lake in the middle of an enchanted forest, offering her irrefutable wisdom. against her better judgement, she doesn’t pay attention, giving up any chance to settle their score with a sharp quip.

then, she isn’t about to just stand there, either. she grabs the king by the collar — hard — and drags him down. she may be shorter but this doesn’t mean she cannot reach him. she kisses him, mouth to mouth, lips on lips, firm and determined, a long breath held as she allows it to last.

“ — you really suck at trash talking, ” she mutters after, softly, still holding him close.

@floweringface​    (  for  ben.  )    ,     meme.

‘ hey, heard it was your birthday, ’ lin states with a twitch of her lips as if there wasn’t a huge party going on in celebration for the king’s birthday. ( lin is still dressed rather casually -- in jeans and a t-shirt rather than a dress or a suit, which had gotten her some scandalised looks ). she grins a little as she offers him a wrapped up gift. ‘ wanted to give this to you before i left -- parties aren’t exactly my thing. ’ 

     “You...” Carlos swallows thickly, finding difficulty forming sentences in the face of Jay’s earnestness, the revelation that makes his heart stutter inside of his chest because this is kind of everything he’s ever wanted, but never believed he could have. He’s not even sure this is really happening right now, honestly.

Kick it, one foot out, one foot back, she parks up on the edge of a ledge, looking poised to jump off at any second. 18 and with all the rage of it, her tights rip at the knees, and maybe the joke’s that she’s gotten them from falling, maybe something less WHOLESOME, but she ignores the commentary, tired enough from being in this town for another summer when she feels like she could have instead been tearing shreds out in the city. It’s sticky, too hot, and it feels like the town’s gone ghost, with most of those that can afford it having retreated to cooler shores... but that, unfortunately, leaves her on the outs.

A cigarette burns between her lips, she sees Robin from the distance, and an easy, breezy grin surfaces, letting her hand lower from her face as she calls on out, JOY IN HER VOICE, that laughter spilling in from the edges. “Hey! Hot stuff!” a grin carved out in red lacquered lipstick. “Where you been lately!?”