#trackmind

         “ what? you expectin' me to apologize or some shit? ” laughter almost erupts from his chest but he forces it down, replacing it with a glance over in the direction of her so called date, who's currently pointing at him, holding his nose in dramatized fashion. looks back at her, tongue running across the inside of his cheek, “ you think it's any different than you cussing out the girl i hung out with last week? pot, meet kettle. ”

" never thought i'd see the day where you were doing charity work. " not so subtly glances over at the other's date, visibly unimpressed. " are you still taking make a wish applications ? i might know a desperate bitch or two who could really use some kindness. " / @trackmind ( plot insp in source!! )

" of course i loved you. " probably still did, but that was a truth he wasn't to ready to admit. not then, not now. to this very day, she was the only woman he had allowed himself to care about to that extent. "you are the most beautiful, amazing person i've ever known. "

nearly  three  hours  of  her  incessant  complaining    –    he  would  have  left  by  now  if they weren't  required  to  remain  bedded  together  until  morning,    that’s  how  the  ritual  goes.    he  wasn’t  going  to  touch  her,    he  hadn’t  even  meant  to  offend  her  at  first.    in  all  honesty,    he  was  just  as  much  a  victim  to  this  social  hierarchy.    a  lord  without  a  lady  was  just  a  bachelor,    if  he  was  going  to  be  taken  seriously  in  his  role    –    he  needed  to  start  planting  roots.    ❛  god’s  teeth!    no  wonder  your  father  sold  you  to  the  highest  bidder.  ❜

                   ❝      we're      just      ...      bad      for      each      other     ,      alright      ?      i      can't      keep      doing      this      with      you     .      ❞

"just because you don't actually have to give a shit about your job doesn't mean you have to be here taking up oxygen while i'm trying to do mine. unless you needed something all of a sudden? i didn't even think you'd be in town today."

astrid had been on hour 15 of her 12 hour shift when exhaustion struck and she had accidentally 'knicked' herself — a very simplified explanation of a more serious accident — with a scalpel while doing a routine procedure, which resulted in her fainting ( probably from overexhaustion on top of the blood loss ) and having to get stitches. she thought everyone was being dramatic when they insisted she be treated, but the worst of it had to have been not knowing her emergency contact had been called while she was out, which she thought was just over the top. though, the last person she'd expected to see what them. "i told everyone i'm fine, i don't know why they had to call you and worry you. or why you even showed up."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    how    do    you    think    i    feel    seeing    you    out    to    dinner    with    some    guy    ?    your    arm    around    his.    yeah,    my    feeds    full    of    it.    ❞