#silkchvffon

"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."

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. ”

"i said forever and i meant it. even after all these years, you still hold my heart. i tried running from you...and look where i ended up."

                    " 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. "

he's relieved to be away from the group, the tension between the three friends not something that lucas has any desire to involve himself further in as he moves through the gala. the faces at the events grow more familiar and yet he still feels like an outsider who's accidentally wandered through the front door as he makes his way amongst the well-dressed huddles of the upper classes. at least there's one familiar head of hair he recognises far too well at the bar, easy smile tugging instantly on his lips as he moves to rest his arms on the counter next to her. “ i hear that you're the girl to go to for shrimp cocktails. ” he announces rather than any real greeting. “ your date — ” he gestures back in the general direction of dae. “ speaks quite warmly about it. ”

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. "

“   it   was   all   a   fucking   lie,   don't   you   get   it   ?   get   it   through   your   thick   skull.   ”