#silkchvffon

he still tasted the bitterness of that first clash with dean — pride had curdled into anger, then settled into the dull, familiar sediment of fatigue; he had no bandwidth left for another artist who thought photographers were disposable accessories. so when his agent booked this shoot, the knot in his stomach tightened. now, on set, he could feel the old resentment humming just beneath his skin. "tilt your head to the right ... and maybe try to scowl less?" nico tilted the camera just enough to catch the neon halo around her silhouette. “look up a sec—no, chin down, glare like you hate me."

          “ don’t you get it ? ” he shakes his head in disbelief, trying to understand where things had gone wrong that night. “ it was always going to be you but life just got messy. ”

                    " why are you always choosing them over me? is it because i said we should wait before letting people know about us? because that's not fair. "

it was a surprise when they showed up. jamie was well aware that it had been a crazy thing to ask from someone, but wanted to shoot his shot anyway. which was a good thing, he guessed, because at least they didn't leave him hanging. " i'm so sorry for asking this from you. " was the first thing he could say, grimacing. " i just ... never actually told them we broke up. they already think of me as a fuck - up, if i told them - " infodumping on his ex was definitely not the way to go, so he shut his mouth. " i just ... i apologize. thank you for showing up. "

"I have no interest in having your head, and your death will do little to help as well." He added. Her threat brought a smile to his face, more wolfish than man. "Ah so you're a fighter, I've always like that in a woman." Björn complimented, giving off a booming laugh. "Your anger is misplaced, neither my men nor myself have done anything to you, only to those people you held as your rulers." He explained with a shrug. "We're offering you food and a warm place to stay, the least you can do is accept our hospitality."

eyes widen when he repeats what she’s said over the phone, the desperate plea a distant memory now, though she can hardly called sober now, only slightly less intoxicated as she was twenty minutes ago when she reached for her phone. the lingering taste of alcohol coats her tongue, bitter and regretful. “because i did.” words catch in her throat just as tears catch light in her eyes, shimmering like unshed raindrops. “because i still do.” arms cling around him as she buries her head on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. “i guess that makes me a terrible person.”

if she wasn't currently passed out in the backseat, he would have killed his sister. one, for getting as drunk as she had. two, for making him be in an enclosed space with deanna. the last part wasn't technically holly's fault, patrick didn't have to offer deanna a lift - but he couldn't exactly leave her alone at the club. not when it was dangerous to leave her alone, not when it was the other woman who'd made sure his sister was going to get home safely. drumming his fingers mindlessly on the steering wheel, he finally let out the breath he'd been holding, deciding to break the awkward silence. "thank you for calling. for looking out for her, and not shoving her in the back of an uber or leaving her behind."

dorian hadn't thought of it as being cruel, but wouldn't think of it in that way. he saw it only as going after what he wanted, who he loved. what could possibly be so cruel about that? " why? why must we stop? if you feel for me as i feel for you, why can we not continue as we are? " there was no telling when that would not be enough for him and one day he would have to marry also. " call me selfish but i cannot let you go. "