#numbking

           THE KISS is unexpected; even more so his hips pressed against hers, the hard wall against her back, the hands entrapping her. She knows Henry as gentle ━ has never seen him lose his calm, not around her & yet, now, his touches sear with passion. He tastes expensive.  ( he tastes rich )  Reem is slow to relax & lean into him, to close her eyes and let fingers twine into his dark hair.   ❝ Yeah, ❞  she whispers between quick breaths,  ❝ I’ll be quiet.❞  

@numbking.

❛ Are you finally caving to the pressures of society and getting a tramp stamp? ❜ He can’t really help the grimace that follows as he peers down at the careful stencil work he’s attempting to translate into profitable art. Hades being around throws off his good juju. Besides... If Artemis broke something? It sure as hell ( ha ha, puns) ain’t his problem. He’s the younger sibling.  

it’s not often the star finds herself unable to grasp at words ( though the ones that fall from her lips are usually sharp barbs ), but now, with he stood before her, she struggles. time & time & time again she tried to meet him, but it was all for naught. a star can only be killed by cutting out her heart ... & stella cannot find hers. she gave it away, long ago, to a prince who neither needed nor wanted it. jade gaze lifts itself slowly ( fae can always tell fae ; & even if she could not, who he is reverberates throughout his very being ), & fixes itself as best it can on his own gaze. her bout of muteness is cut short as words ( thought often but never spoken aloud ) tumble from rose-petal lips.❛    My sisters ... the others that fell ...    ❜ those who got caught by the witch queen over the years ; those cared for & then carved up --  ❛    Do you what happened to them?     ❜is that envy that can be heard coating her words in dark desire?

                 HOW ODDLY familiar the definition of a jawline could be. Or was it the shape of his lips? Her dark eyes reflected memories like mirrors. Those memories were distant, hidden and discarded in the far corners of her mind. Had he been speaking to her while she had been staring? The lines of his mouth said yes. “ Important things come in threes,” she said vaguely. “ Or seven’s.” A pause while she poured too much vodka into the glass, a slip of the hand. “ You’re familiar. ”

           —- ❛ CAN YOU just give me a minute to appreciate that you`re not dead ??. ? ? ❜

      ❛ You— ❜ The brunette found herself in awe as she passed him, a          handsomeness she swore she had never noticed anywhere near          her school. Once she had his attention, she realized how strange          she had to seem, exclaiming at a  complete  stranger while in          the process of handing out invitations. ❛Yooouu are not from here,          are you? ❜ A sheepish attempt at regaining some of her sanity.