#mantlehold

"it could've been a lot worse."

Peter looked over at Anya, their daughter. The report card in her hand showcased the top marks that she recieved in her school. A smile is brought to the, typically cold-hearted, man. Was this pride? "Honey, look." Peter called out, to his false-wife. "Our daughter is a genuis."

            ‘ NO, no, no. your form is all wrong, ’ ivy doesn’t usually take such joy in teaching, but this is a special case. there’s something inexplicably amusing to her about the other’s amateurish enthusiasm. ‘ keep your thumb like that and you’ll end up breaking it. position your thumb over and behind your fingers. ’ being a hand’s on learner herself, she has no qualms grabbing their hand and forcing it into the proper placement. ‘ good. dominant foot behind you now, at a forty-five degree angle. ’ again, moving to position their feet correctly. ‘ better. not great, but... better. ’

" . . don't tease me , mantle . "

❝you really shouldn't be out here, all alone, on Southside, at night. you never know who you might run in to.❞

            ‘ JUST let me know when you’re done staring, ’ hyunjae’s tone tip-toes the line of flirtatious and accusatory; always presumptuous —— and why wouldn’t they be staring? her outfit costs at least a couple thousand dollars. she’s something to be marveled at. some might call her vain, but hyunjae just thinks she has a healthy amount of self-confidence. her hair’s always styled, she’s cute, fashionable —— the full package, basically. ‘ a couple minutes longer and i’m gonna have to charge you, though. ’

luke drunkenly stumbles into his room and he flops down onto his bed, pulling out his phone. he'd been thinking about texting them all night, he'd asked his friends, they'd all said it was a stupid idea. but he was alone now, luke pulled up their contact, "i miss you" he texts.