#p1nfalled

TEXT MEME

( work wife 🌈💍 ) : i see someone's just a wee bit angry i didn't text back...

( work wife 🌈💍 ) : look, okay, so not great...

CONTACT — OUL FELLA

TXT : it's funny, really

CONTACT — MEGS 🪽👑

TXT : you excited for forbidden door, love?

TXT : i'm foaming at the mouth

CONTACT — SKYE 💙

TXT : soooooo

TXT : sorry you had to walk in on that earlier, lass...

AN AUDIBLE EXHALATION, breath let out through nostrils flared. a three count pause as the question looms heavily in the air, like a knife that digs deep beneath ribcage and angled directly at her heart. she doesn't dare to turn away from her own reflection in the full body mirror of her dressing room, atmosphere an obnoxious conglomeration of clothing in various orange and yellow hues strewn about. she doesn't dare to bother facing the blonde directly, because to do so ... a thought alone much more painful than she's willing to admit.

tongue darts between lips as she fastens her championship belt, one of two, around her waist. hazels flicker down to them, finding more value in the leather straps than whatever tattered remains existed of their farse of friendship. at least they couldn't hurt her like people can. and they're something tangible, a spotlight where otherwise she'd been a shadow.

" i don't know, charlotte, you tell me — if memory serves it was right around when ya started to t'ink ya didn't need me anymore. " a jab, a beat, a swift turn on her heels. a resounding slap of the plate upon SMACKDOWN TITLE she'd taken off her at wrestlemania serves as a means to add insult to injury, pour salt directly into a wound. " as it turns out, i didn't need you to be successful in this business, either. "

send followed for the _ , stayed because _