#secondnvture

{ TEXT → Queen C 👑 || SENT } You know exactly what I’m talking about 😏😏 { TEXT → Queen C 👑 || SENT } I have my ways, I am charming you know. { TEXT → Queen C 👑 || SENT } An accident’s an accident.  { TEXT → Queen C 👑 || SENT } I was feeling ~in the mood~ can you blame me for not paying attention?

He’s DRAWN TO HER, like a MOTH TO A FLAME. Any RESISTANCE on his end, is FUTITLE. The excuse of his lips on hers, just to silence that WHINY TONE of hers, laced in DENIAL, a BLATANT LIE TO HIMSELF. Seth WANTS HER, DESIRES HER, NEEDS HER. For a small moment, a second or two he observes her reaction, eyes fixating for the SLIGHTEST INDICATION SHE LIKED THE LIP LOCK. Such SECRET HOPE SILENCED, as her SPITEFUL STATEMENT leaves her lips. His expression drops into one of DISGUST, following her suit like a SHEEP….Would he be the one to reveal an INVESTED INTEREST IN THE OTHER? OVER HIS DEAD BODY. CALLOUSED HAND rises upwards to cover his VILE, DISGUST RIDDEN EXPRESSION. “Don’t LOOK AT ME, you’re making the SOUR TASTE in my mouth even WORSE.” ………………..GOD, WHERE WAS MOUTHWASH WHEN YOU NEEDED IT?!  

          Naomi’s eyebrows drew together, forehead crinkling slightly as she processed Charlotte’s words.           Eventually, she laughed, shaking her head slightly as if in disbelief. “So does that mean  I  get  a           high-five  now  or I gotta wait?” she inquired, curious, still not quite sure what any of that meant.

“You go ‘round attackin’ everyone with this assumin’ stuff? I never once spent time actin’ like I’m perfect, I ain’t no saint. Never have been, never goin’ to be. Would be losin’ count if I tried to talk ‘bout how many times I’ve been wrong… But the only person wrong right now, is you.” His comeback isn’t as defensive as it should be, he’s never been one to lose his cool that easily, but there’s truth to his statement, and even Dean Ambrose isn’t going to let someone act like he thinks his flawed ass is perfect. That’s never going to be an occurrence in his life, the man doesn’t know many things one hundred percent. But that sure as hell is one of the few…

“Yet another victory for yours truly,” he drawled, there wasn’t any doubt that he was riding the high of such a close win, you just had to look at him. His body ached terribly, but he wasn’t going to tear down the confident facade in front of the one person who had no right to see that side of him. “Am I a street rat worthy of your company yet your highness?” Dean joked, leaning into her space to irritate her further, “It’s just, last I checked I’m the one with the title...”

❝ ya know. you had this icon’s support for money in the bank. both times. ❞ was she being overly nice? was her voice coated in sugar? maybe. but she did mean her words.  ❝ 's such a shame a princess, instead of the QUEEN won. ❞

( text | my queen | sent ) well i’m not gonna fight you on that.( text | my queen | sent ) seriously char, you’re giving me whiplash. you gotta decide if you hate me or you don’t.