#forsakefate

𝙷𝚄𝙼𝚂   𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃𝙻𝚈,   𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽   𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂   𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶    into    darker    ones    in    silence    for    what    seems    like    a    moment    too    long    before    nephilim    scoffs,    wrinkling    his    nose    and    briefly    shaking    his    head.       “    i    guess    we’re    not    that    bad.   “           he    reluctantly    agrees,    but    there’s    a    hint    of    a    smirk    𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜    𝙖𝙩    𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨    of    lips    before    it    grows    and    allows    itself    to    be    seen    and    he    takes    a    step    or    two    in    the    vampire’s    direction,    nudging    him    gently    with    his    elbow.     “    this    is    your    way    of    saying    you    like    me,    isn’t    it?    i    knew    it.   “           cocky    smirk    widens    and    he    lifts    his    chin    slightly,    proudly.

    ❝    yeah,    thanks.    i’m    glad    you    like    it.    it’s    only    a    sketch,    though.    ❞    philippe    had    always    found    it    difficult,    being    kind    towards    people    of    his    own    gender.    he    only    tended    to    be    nice    to    girls,    the    ones    he    found    the    prettiest,    mainly.    he    was    also    nice    to    models    who    worked    for    his    company,    because    he    knew    the    industry    treated    them    like    shit.    but    there    was    something    about    the    men    he    knew    to    be    more    attractive    than    him,    that    made    them    beyond    unlikeable    to    the    blond,    even    if    they    were    lovely    enough    to    compliment    his    art    work.    that’s    why    those    handsome    features    and    soft    voice    were    unable    to    unfreeze    that    cold    heart    his.    all    the    guy    got    was    a    smirk,    philippe    did    not    even    look    at    him    directly.    he    was    too    handsome.    that    was    annoying    as    fuck.    ❝    it’s    for    my    next    summer    collection.    ❞    he    shrugged,    as    the    tip    of    his    pencil    continued    to    scratch    against    the    thick    paper.    hopefully    that    conversation    would    die    down    before    it    even    started.