#trashqueennemo

     HE  CAN’T  HELP   BUT   ROLL   HIS   EYES   AS   HE  LOOKS  UP   at  her   from   his   spot   in   the   cell,   shrug   of   his   shoulders   given.    “i   couldn’t    give   a    shit.”    he   grumbles,   knowing   that   he’d   be   far   too   weak   to   fight   her   now,   but   still   not   wanting   to   give   into   her   torture.    “why   don’t   you   just   kill   me   elizabeth?”   he   asks,   watching   her   carefully,   wondering   why   she   was   doing   this    —-    why   she   was   so   insistent   in   watching   him   rot   to   death.   “you’ve   been   threatening   to   do   it   your   whole   life.   so   why   aren’t   you   doing    it   right   now?”   /   @pxriit

    “are   you   going   to   help,   or   are   you   just   going   to   sit   there?”   she   snaps   at   the   other   as   she   continues   to   wriggle   about.   “you   do   realise   we’re   fucking   dead   if   he   gets   us   back   inside   there,   right?”   /    @trashqueennemo

     she doesn’t really know what to say. she’s never really had anyone to be concerned about her, let alone someone who voices those concerns, so she simply looks puzzled as she finishes packing up her bags, making sure all her equipment was ready for her next target. “no promises, but i will try.” she says, offering a smile towards the other, unsure of what else to do. “please try and feed the cats the right thing this time. i don’t want them getting sick.” she says, glancing around at their apartment one last time before she heads towards the door. “take care of yourself i guess.”

      “so you do have a knife kink?” he teases, not really caring over the fact that she was extremely pissed at him and seconds away from killing him. it was all his fault anyway and he knows that; the whole point of him fucking the other girl was to make her jealous. and while it looked like it worked, he definitely didn’t expect her emotions to take her this far. “look, if you wanted to introduce knives into our foreplay, you just had to say.” he says, hoping that if he played this all off as a joke, she wouldn’t actually kill him. 

“beat  you?  what  the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you?”  dean  scoffs  as  he  paces  up  and  down  the  room,  one  hand  raking  itself  through  his  hair  as  the  other  balls  into  a  fist  at  his  side.  he  knows he  has  no  right  to  be  angry;  they  never  officially  said  that  they  were  exclusive  after  all,  but  he  can’t  help  but  feel  jealous.  “i  just  can’t  believe  that  you  fucked  him,  beth.  out  of  all  the  people  you  could’ve  run  off  to,  you  go  to  him?  our  fucking  housemate?  and  you  expect  me  to  just  get  over  that?”  he  snarls,  eventually  stopping  in  front  of  her,  looking  at  her  in  the  eye.  “and  now  you  want  me  to  beat  you?  what  kind  of  weird,  fucked  up  shit  are  you  into?”

“aww,  you  look  look  so  cute  lying  down  like  that.  no  wonder  clarke  took  pity  on  you  and  fucked  you.”  she  hisses  to  the  girl.  “what?  didn’t  he  tell  you  that  he  felt  bad  for  you?”  she  adds,  laughing   as  she  watches  the  other  clamber  to  their  feet.

a  roll  of  his  eyes  is  given  as  he  glances  across  to  the  girl,  back  leant  against  the  brick  wall  of  the  pub,  cigarette  balanced  between  his  fingers.  “oh  don’t  tell  me  you’ve  missed  me?”  he  teases,  knowing  that  he’d  been  a  little  too  vacant  as  of  late   ------   spending  most  of  his  time  at  work  or  with  his  girlfriend.  “i  thought  a  big  girl  like  yourself  would’ve  been  able  to  cope  without  me.”  he  adds,  mocking  smile  curling  at  the  corner  of  his  lips  as  he  takes  a  long  drag  and  sighs,  resting  his  head  back  as  he  exhales.  “so  what’s  new  with  you?”