&&. ✧ .・゜゜ to absolutely nobody ft. raf / @demcdici
‘the keen sting of adult disappointment.’ she laughed when she read it, flinging her phone back down onto the counter and warding off the ache blossoming in the back of her head when she stopped laughing. skeletons. closets. she had hers too. nahla had considered joking, tweeting at him ‘no chance you want to get together and write something sometime? you’ve got a way with words, signoro.’ she did nothing. he owed her nothing. and really, could anyone paint themselves shocked at either the situation or his response to it?
she did nothing until she went to his gym, partially to find him, partially because she really needed to hit something, throwing punches instead of fighting words, waiting from the exile — no, he was still king here — to emerge from the shadows.
“if you want to be a big boy and talk about your feelings i’m here, you know,” nahla said in his direction when she caught him in the corner of her eye, the posh hollywood accent she settled into so comfortably slipping and london crawling out, “if not, i get to spar with you and i’ll go for the groin.”
