𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:    𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. there was a difference in his interest, when in comparison to the others. normally, the others who took interest would spill their heart and soul to joseph, willingly, and joseph would remain silent yet comforting for them to lean on when need be. andres was not like them. he listened and not with an ear of awe that the others normally held but, he seemed intrigued, nonetheless. charming.  embarassingly, joseph flushed slightly and cleared his throat. ❛ my apologies... i must be boring you —  ❜ he knew it to be false, he could tell by the mans expression and intensive listeing, but he needed something to prompt the man to speak. ❛ if you've any questions, i encourage you to ask. ❜   ❨ s.c ❩  @hisheist​

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          her eyes are cast downward,  peering at leaf that’s fallen onto the floor.  she isn’t always the most tidy individual herself but she remembers that some others present are more particular.  so,  she steps forward with the intention to pick it up.  only the moment she does so someone whistles and another person is yelling about kissing and it takes her a little too long to understand where the leaf in question came from.  head lifts with a bewildered expression in her eyes,  glancing first at andrés.  a bit of a pause before her head tilts back further to peer up at the mistletoe.  there’s a pause before she grins,  an amused giggle escaping her.  ❝  oops.  ❞  sage hues return to the man and she tilts her head to the side,  tapping a finger to her cheek with a lingering smile.  

“  what makes you think i’m lying?  ”  brow lifts as he takes a step forward towards the other man.  head tilts down and his gaze is unwavering,  unabashed in its scrutiny.  it should produce discomfort to be seen through.  or perhaps,  seen into.  past the walls and disciplined exterior.   but more than anything,  it fascinates him.  there is the subtlest upward curve of his lips when he speaks again  “  you know,  the people who are looking for webs of lies are often the ones who know how to spin ‘em.  ”

[ message: señor ladrón 💰 ]  this is very tasteful but i’m 99% certain you didn’t mean to send this to me  [ message: señor ladrón 💰 ]  you should let me paint you some time though  [ message: señor ladrón 💰 ]  omg you’d look good in a toga pls let me bring props  [ message: señor ladrón 💰 ]  or just draped in a sheet [ message: señor ladrón 💰 ]  not gonna lie i never would have pegged you for the texting nudes type

reaching out,  she curls her fingers around his forearm.  she refuses to leave room for deflection or dismissals.   ❝  show me.  ❞   worry pools into eyes.  she sees it now,  blood rolling down his hand.  it drips off somewhere onto the floor but she is more concerned with where it’s coming from.  there is an urgency and firmness when she insists  ❝  now.  ❞