#wvnderkiind

♡ — to hear how mal says i love you without saying ‘love’

their partnership is a JOKE, their operation a bust, and she’s convinced that he’s to blame. he probably is, but he doesn’t know why he lets it get to him. the BLAME eats away at his heart, gnawing at the inside of his ribcage and it’s painful in a way that he’s never felt before. it doesn’t occur to the criminal that he WANTED her to be impressed, at the very least PROUD. the fact that he’s all but satisfied her expectation is maybe the reason he’s now unwittingly lead her like a lamb to SLAUGHTER. a scenario far too dangerous for a two-man team with no backup on the line. but he does it anyway. a show of BRAVADO that’ll likely go unnoticed, under-appreciated, just like everything else he’s done. doesn’t know why he keeps at it.

maybe because she’s the LIGHT to his darkness, the promise of renewal to his dredging, SOUR soul. there’s a light in her eyes that he doesn’t seem to find elsewhere. maybe it’s the way she laughs at his jokes when he can tell that every FIBER of her is tellin’ her not to. it’s a subtle thing, a breath that comes out a little different, a hitch in her throat and a CANT in her lips that’s gone in another blink of his eyes. he treasures those tiny victories, if they could be called such. should be, anyway, ‘cause he’s battlin’ like HELL to win ‘em. an’ here she is, outright laughin’ at his joke in the corner of the bar while they’re keeping their covers and he catches the GLINT of metal from across the room. knows that this whole thing ain’t gonna end in anything but blood-stained carpet and unfinished whiskies. his gaze snaps to hers, wide an’ more frightened than he’s EVER let her see.

      “Wanna see a neat trick?”

                 a dancing flame lights up his face, hand blocking it from the fan ( blowing overhead ) to make sure it catches on his cigarette. the day had left sweat on his brow, dried BLOOD on his knuckles and exhaustion on his shoulders. needing a place to unwind, he came to the same pub he ( always ) did and sat in the same place he ALWAYS sat knowing that he’d be left alone to his business and silently hoped that he’d see her again. 

                 fate, destiny and all things like it had never been something aedan daly believed in; it was a ( childish notion ) meant for fairytales told to his sister when they were YOUNG. but for this girl he’d made the exception. icy colored hues had ( fallen ) on her three weeks ago in this very pub and no matter how HARD he tried to deny to himself that she was special, he knew that she was. light ( radiated ) around her, drew him in like a moth to a flame but he’d been cautious, careful not to get himself burned by her glow. 

                 aedan found himself glancing at the door each time it ( opened ), heart catching before gaze fell upon the face only to be disappointed at the lack of blonde hair and a smile that could RID the world of ( war and destruction ) and perhaps even the bad coursing throughout his veins that lead him to the life he currently was living. after a ( few hours ) and numerous let downs, he’d almost given up hope but the door swung open and he was ONCE AGAIN taken by the beauty of the stranger and drawn back but this time it would end differently.

                 courage was needed and found in the whiskey that filled his glass, shot down ( quickly ) to force the burn to set in an ENERGIZING jolt that would force him from his seat and over to her. before he could talk himself out of it, his legs carried him towards her corner of the bar where her smile had attracted the eyes of many but aedan didn’t care. the ( closer ) he came to her, the more OVERWHELMED by her he became. beauty, grace, sophistication beyond his means left him feeling inadequate but he told himself he’d try and as a smirk pulled up at the corner of his lips. ❛ ‘s this seat taken? ❜

         “Sorry, I-- didn’t catch a word of that. Could you try talking a little slower?” 

  I didn’t drink the last milkshake, I know I didn’t.