#leksas

               rebekah was truly HATEFUL today with the way she was going off on lexa. it seemed she was on a roll, shouting and huffing and expressing her general displeasure without letting her wife get a word in edgewise. good. she was so bloody frustrated that she deserved to have the floor. she only stopped to take a breath, and when she did ---- it felt as though the air had been PUNCHED right out of her.  ❛ -------- what? ❜  surely she didn’t hear that right...  //  @leksas from (x)

                        rebekah hadn’t spoken to lexa all day. in fact, she wasn’t even sure if their date at this new restaurant in the hills was still on --- but she showed up anyway.  ten minutes late.  ❛ so glad that you could bring yourself to show up on time. for once. i thought you might be too busy carousing with kendall jenner to join me. but you made it. good on you.❜  //  @leksas

                ❛ oh, so you’ll leave all of your things here for ME to dispose of then? how bloody fitting. SELFISH to the very last second! ❜  it was nothing short of hateful, the tone she took even when she wasn’t shouting at the back of lexa’s head. the clink of her wedding ring on the side table was like a punch to the gut, but rebekah wouldn’t shed a single tear. no. she’d let her wild TEMPER take over instead. so she stormed over with a force that snapped the heel clean off of her louboutin, and flipped the end table to show just how little she cared about what lexa was leaving behind.  easier to throw a tantrum than allow herself to really FEEL the weight of this loss.  ❛ good riddance! don’t bother calling me either! just get out of here. ❜ // @leksas from (x)

                ❛ don’t BLOODY SHOUT at me! ❜  rebekah spat, thoroughly frustrated by the thought that her favorite gucci dress might be too wrinkled to wear out tonight.  ❛ our reservations are for eight, i don’t have time to do it myself. and i don’t WANT to wear a different dress. i won’t go out looking like a vagrant. whats got you in such a foul mood anyway? ❜  //  @leksas from (x)

Thinks every dragon can ‘dracarys’ all of them

                      The lighting was low and the music was loud enough to rattle the drinks on Rebekah’s table.  She wasn’t much a fan of strip clubs or the OBJECTIFICATION of women in general, yet here she was, at a private booth beside one of the mini stages, for the second night in a row.  Granted, last night she was here for her sister’s bachelorette party but tonight, tonight she’d come of her own accord.  All on the off chance she’d see the girl with the STRIKING eyes, that left her entirely CAPTIVATED the night before.  She must have been waiting there for a good hour before she finally saw her, just as stunning as she remembered.    “ Sweetheart, won’t you come over here? ”

                       just a kiss.  outside of some dingy bar in london.  it was plastered all over the tabloids and featured on nearly every gossip website.  she’d been on a press tour for her new movie for the past few months and after a few drinks and a petty argument with lexa she’d been feeling a bit RECKLESS.  even if they were technically off again at the time.  now though, rebekah simply wanted to forget it had ever happened.  perhaps thats why she wouldn’t look lexa in the eyes.   ❛ it was. i just bloody told you it was. ❜  //  @leksas from (x)