#rquitr

   @rquitr​​  sent ;;  " i hate you . " grit out with teeth and jaw as you sit within his cell and tremble , " i hate you for what you pretended to be . ”

          within   your   chest,   heart   beats   rapidly   and   you   have   to   wonder--   are   they   in   sync?   do   hammering   beats   match   his   own?   are   souls   in   line   and   does   he   FEEL   IT   TOO?         lips   lift   and   it   reaches   your   eyes--   the   JOY   you   feel,   how   utterly   euphoric.      HE   COMPLETES   YOU.   makes   you   feel   stronger,   more   together   than   you   ever   have.   you   have   been   WAITING   for   him   to   come   here,   have   counted   the   days   in   carvings   on   the   wall   and   now--   REJOICE!      here   he   stands,   face   to   face--   and   while   you   are   restrained   from   reaching   for   him,   it   is   perhaps   enough   to   simply   be   in   the   same   room   once   more.  

          “   did   i   pretend,   brucie?   i   don’t   think   i   did.   none   of   what   i   told   you   was   a   lie.   i   AM   that   person.   i   AM   someone   you   could--   ”   pause   as   smirk   fills   lips   as   eyes   remain   locked   with   his,   and   there   is   so   much   left   in   the   air.   so   much   unspoken.   YOU   NEVER   NEED   TO   SAY   IT.      he  knows.   he   knows.   he   knows.         hands   twitch--   itch   to   break   free   of   bindings.   how   you   long   to   pull   him   against   chest,   dance   around   the   room.   let   him   SEE   just   how   good   his   presence   makes   you   feel.  

          instead,   you   remain   in   seat,   hands   firmly   locked   in   metal   cages   digging   into   skin   as   you   squirm.  

                                    @rquitr​  sent  ;;  text [ clownfoolery ] ;; im blocking you.

                               @rquitr​​  sent  ;;  “ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ” 

          there   is   a   LONG   MOMENT   where   silence   drags   out--   where   there   is   only   the   dead   of   the   night,   and   heavy   breaths   from   the   pair   of   you.   the   FIGHT   has   long   since   faded   away--   physical   aspect   died   down,   grown   boring   and   pointless   and   instead,   words   have   taken   over.   but   for   a   moment,   you   are   thrown   off.   PAUSED,   as   brow   raises   and   you   look   to   masked   hero   with   a   startled   look.  

          “   well..”     blink,   head   turning   slightly,      “   because   i   am?   ”   you   state   like   it   is   FACT--   like   something   he,   especially,   should   KNOW   better   than   anyone.   he   has   KNOWN   YOU   longer   than   most   now,   has   seen   each   and   every   twisted,   diabolical,   genius   plan   of   yours   unfold.   

                                                            HE   KNOWS.  

          eyes   narrow,   and   you   feel   a   sharpness   about   your   sense--   an   anger   rise.    

@rquitr​ said:

‘ you can barely stand. ’  || accepting (x)

       “oh please---”

    lips curl in a sneer, a very clear distaste for others trying to prove themselves right, especially in regards to himself and in this case--- his well-being. it’s not as if the other is wrong, necessarily. on the contrary. it’s edward ego that so blatantly refuses to acknowledge it so, immediately going on the defensive, instead, eyes narrowing briefly. 

  what had given it away? the way his legs shook as he took a step or the way he’s favoring leaning onto the wall instead, trying to seem suave, pouring with fake confidence, rather than letting on how much his teeth grit together everytime the brunette oh so dares to move even the slightest bit.

                                                     @rquitr​​  sent  ;;  ❛ will you come with me? ❜

          eyes   WIDEN   and   for   a   moment,   there   is   a   silence   between   the   two   of   you.   words   hang   thick   and   heavy   in   the   air--   lodged   down   your   throat,   causing   a   PAUSE.  

(   it   is   not   often   you   are   caught   off   guard   like   this--   surprised   by   another   person.   people   are   so   BORING.   so   tedious.   and   yet,   here   he   is,   once   again,   surprising   you,   throwing   you   off   balance   and   yet,   never   have   you   felt   more   secure.   more   like   you   were   exactly   where   you   ought   to   be.   )  

          brows   finally   move   to   raise   and   permanent   grin   spreads   WIDER   as   you   look   at   him--   as   you   close   all   distance   between   the   two   of   you.   till   hand   weaves   into   hair,   till   bodies   press   and   you   tilt   his   head   back,   peer   down   at   him.     (   feel   soul   ignite,   feel   excitement   course   through   veins.   )  

          “   what   are   ya,   obsessed   with   me,   brucie?   wanna   keep   me   all   to   yourself,   huh?   ”   tease   as   lips   twitch   into   smirk   and   you   feel   your   heart   skip   at   the   notion   of   changing   plans   so   quickly,   of   disappearing   and   taking   the   GEM   from   gotham--   taking   it’s   beating   heart,   it’s   new   protector.  

                                                     mine.   mine.   mine.    

          “   nah,   you   don’t   like   me   like   that,   right   darlin’?   nah,   that   was   jeremiah,   right?   you   just   wanna   keep   me   from   your   PRECIOUS   CITY.   ”   tut   escapes   before   you   finally   release   him   from   grip   and   step   back--   circle,   knife   twirling   in   fingers   as   you   move,   fill   the   space   around   the   two   of   you,   but   always   ALWAYS   you   gravitate   right   back   to   him.           eyes   shift,   unable   to   look   away   too   long.