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didn't know what exactly sent him so severely over the edge tonight : rather it was his fathers undeniable demand of perfection, the suffocating clutch that maya's hand had against his arm, or the simple sight of that red dress that he bought paired along with his number two most hated vessel in his life. hadn't deciphered if that's what set him off, or whether the final nail in the coffin — and either way, the events that concluded tonight was ones that he was responsible for. knew that his father could raise his hand for any reason he saw fit, but this? his publicly prized pupil spilling blood at one of the most prestigious events little rose had hosted — blonde was practically begging for the response he got. “ your dad isn't here, eden. he can retaliate, sure, but he can't stop it from happening. ” words came out in a tread of fear he wasn't aware he possessed and maybe it was the fact that peter had a face to the name now, could easily spot her in a lineup that had him so concerned : women wasn't usually something his dad concerned himself with too often, but since maya's sunshine demeanor ( which wasn't at all the truth ) caught the eye of the news outlets, suddenly it was as if his dad put a ring on her finger for johnny. now knew that he'd spent this time in someone else's bed, more nights than he could count, and might as well told him someone had betrayed him in the worst way imaginable. “ he's not gonna kill me. ” chuckles at her words, tongue running across lesser as he notices the gash, metal instantly hitting his tongue, “ he's smart like that. always stops in just enough time for it to heal. ” properly, was another story as the hardened marks placed against skin are proof that some scenes were deep enough to leave a scar : a permanent reminder of him, and the hold he had on the castle line. played it off with sports, bar fights, whatever bullshit he could come up with at the time to hide it, knowing that the reality was simply too damn depressing. a topic that he'd never want to talk about, and something that couldn't be helped. “ i'm not kidding, eden. ” looks at her gaze, brows furrowing, and can't help but trail back to that same scene from earlier and how different it could have went if he didn't have that last lash of adrenaline to stop it. “ and i think we both know i'm a man of my word. ” not with most, but with her, would mean it deep enough to engrave into cement. doesn't dwell on the deepness of that too long, head was already pounding and he feels a certain sting that proves that he'd hit his head against the wall hard enough to indent something. fuck, he really needed to get to a mirror and get this fucking suit off. there were too many areas that stung, burned, pierced at his senses to be a simple injury.
jaw clenches and he can almost feel it snap back into it's normal place when she speaks of male again, the same one he'd felt at the fire pit : except worse, one that made an internal check list to finish the job when these wounds were healed enough to do so. “ there's nothin' to talk about. he's fucked — end of story. might wanna pass along the message. ” and was fully certain in that, knowing that she'd cared enough about him to show this sort of reaction at johnny's hand. if she didn't want him to get hurt, shouldn't have brought him to the one place she knew blonde would be at, was like she purposefully brought enzo just to witness the rage that he spoke of weeks before unfold before her very eyes. and honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if she did. brows raise when she snaps towards his hands, unbuttoning suit buttons and can't help the brush of a smirk fall on his lips. there was a certain stillness in the air between them, and for him, uncertainty : of this, of them, on what the fuck was happening and how one girl could have this much of a pull on him. was willing to die, willing to kill, do anything based on what was happening between them. and he'd tried to pull away from it, brush it off as if it was nothing, something casual, fun, sex good enough to want to come back for more. but fuck, this shit doesn't just happen to people who are tangled between sets of sheets. she brought someone else tonight, so did he — but here they were, sat across from each other at the end of the night. she didn't go with the ambulance, and he hadn't went back to the blue dress that was surely waiting for him in there. a magnetic tug that was impossible to break. if he cared enough, he'd almost feel bad for them. almost. “ it's what's supposed to happen, yeah. ” casually responds, and he leaves it at that, since the sheer idea of them getting rid of this was the loudest joke one could speak. and one that he didn't really want to worry about right now. it was a problem, she was basically his biggest problem : but he'll always come back for more.
tugs back at him in another kiss which he quickly accepts, fingertips moving to dig into red fabric that clung to her hip. if there was any possibility that his father wouldn't come busting through the threshold would dig further, brush lips eagerly against hers deeper, harder, until every wound he had was imprinted deep enough to leave their own scar. but that bastard gave them a time frame : and this was something that he couldn't risk. “ eden — ” tilts his head when she pulls away as if he was silently begging her to listen to him, but the clock was ticking, and frankly he didn't have long to stand here and argue. fingers interlace with hers as he slowly inches closer towards frame, chest rising and falling as the pounding throughout his entire body was engulfing in flames at the quick movements, “ fine. ” he grits out, pushing back each sting and strain to follow her out, leading them both as his head turns towards the hallway that entered to the gala floor, and when he knows that the coast is clear he inches out from the room and towards that same door at the end of the hallway that led to the parking lot outside. “ you're so fuckin' lucky i don't have time to argue about this, because when he finds out — ” johnathan castle? blues turn towards the badges pristinely cut against ironed suits and his heartbeat quickens, and in one quick move he turns back to her, releasing his grip on their laced fingers, “ get outside, get to your car, and go home. ” and he's turned back to the officers treading quickly towards him, followed by the same hand that he's sure orchestrated this whole thing : his father. and that's when he turns back to her, “ go! ” he's standing firm where he's placed as they reach him, you're under arrest, anything you say . . . and the rest became a blur in his ears as his arms were placed to his back, wincing at the already bruised bones being constricted by clamped metal. his eyes glance up at his father who's watching event unfold, perfectly tailored suit, arms crossed over his chest, paired with the most infuriating fucking smirk that was invented.
TIMESKIP , a few hours later . for once in her life , she didn't want to leave — releasing his hand from hers felt like unstitching velcro and her heart nearly collapsed in on itself watching him being ripped away in handcuffs . my fault , my fault , my fault is all that pulsed through her head . but the look on his father's face , the unspoken warning that still hung in the air ... knew that lingering would only land her in a whole other world of hurt , and johnny was right . her father wasn't there tonight , he was gone on business , wasn't even in the same state — she was in more danger staying planted there stubbornly than fleeing the scene . so , she left . she got into her car with trembling hands and a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel , and drove back to her place . isn't sure how much time lapsed between the drive , her finally peeling herself out of the drivers seat in her garage , and entering her home , but by the time she's dumping the contents of the purse out on the counter , everything hits her all at once . stepping into the gala and witnessing him paired pristinely next to his ex , the vibrant blue of their accented attire burning itself into her memory , being held captive in the bathroom while veins protruded from his skin and syllables sneered off of his tongue that continue to circle her brain like a rampant disease , the violent attack that landed enzo in the hospital , and witnessing mr. castle beat his golden boy to near death . all of it , and she's gripping the edge of granite so tightly that it begins to sting the inside of her palm . before she knows it , she's grabbing half full pinot noir from the fridge and guzzling it straight from the bottle . it's as if all the adrenaline , and the pain , and the panic from the evening is crawling along every inch of her skin and there's no way for her to claw it off . eyes cut to her phone : lit up with notifications from a groupchat with her friends , individual texts , instagram notifications , two missed calls from her dad , a few missed facetime calls , shopping apps notifying her of sales . but none from him , or an unknown number — no indication that he'd gotten out and tried to reach her . wonders if maybe they're holding him for longer , if it's so severe that they're leaving him in a holding cell and potentially moving forward with charges ... but with the power of the castle name , there's no way they'd allow that . right ? she paces the floor , heels kicked off somewhere between the kitchen and the living room , neck of the wine bottle dangling from her fingertips at her side . thinks back to what he said , his threat of going after other women and it pounds violently from one end of her skull to the other . why wouldn't he ? there isn't anything holding them to each other , no vow they've sworn . they're two people who enjoy sex , and like having it together , and that's it .
knows of his reputation in town , just like he knows of hers , and never fooled herself into thinking this would ever be something exclusive . except .. maybe she had gotten caught up in it . afterall , johnny castle has been exclusive to one person she knows of before . maya . mind flashes to the sight of her fingers wrapped snuggly around his bicep tonight , talons sinking into the flesh of his perfectly tailored suit , the picture perfect couple .. and that tie around his neck , now soiled with spots of red . they looked like they belong together : two people created to exist arm in arm , smile pretty for the cameras , have the most extravagant wedding and house a bunch of beautiful , blue - eyed babies . brings rim of the bottle to her lips , still stained with the aftermath of their blood shared kiss , and she's taking another long , greedy pull . fingertips sink to the blue fabric that she'd retucked between her breasts and she stares at it in her grasp , thumb dragging along the silk with a mixture of a scowl and a nostalgic look on her face . has half a mind to burn it . he's probably used this on her before — hell , probably used it on multiple other women . she isn't special . he may make claims in the heat of the moment , threaten death to men that touch her , but anger can make people do a lot of crazy things . so can possessiveness . he knows exactly what to say to wrap her around her his finger and it works every time . has always been painfully naive , and apparently she isn't any more an exception to his manipulation than the other women who fall at his feet from one flash of those sparkly pearly whites . she's grumbling a string of curse words under her breath as she stomps into her bedroom , temporarily setting wine on her vanity before contorting her arms behind her back to undo dress' zipper , and yanking it off . it makes her feel silly still wearing it knowing that she wore it for him with the full intention to have him rip it off of her . wanted him enamored , jaw slack on the floor , ravenous with jealousy when he saw her enter with enzo tonight . and this is what she got instead , by herself with a bottle of shitty wine to keep her company .
with the more time that passes , it's become clearer that he's ending the night somewhere else and she isn't on his mind . so why continue her misery ? wraps pink , satin robe around her frame and shakily ties a bow at her waist before snatching the bottle and strutting back down the hall . that's when she hears it , the fist against wood . a knock . pauses abruptly , staring at the closed door with pinched brows and a lump of vague fear in her throat . immediately , she thinks the worst — it's mr. castle coming to make good of his threat , except she's his new target for her violence . can't reach johnny behind bars , may as well go for the second best thing . the knocking continues and her fingers tighten around the bottle , deciding that this is her best weapon of choice ( completely neglecting the nice knife selection on her counter ) . steps are quiet as she creeps closer and closer , " i'll warn you — i have a gun , and i'm not afraid to use it . " fingers wrap around the knob and slowly turning it before pulling it open an inch , enough to see who's on the other side , and all that dread leaves her body . " jesus fucking christ .. " sighs , pulling the door fully open and then , narrowed eyes are pinched and she's standing on the tips of her toes in hopes of getting a peek at who dropped him off . but there's no car and slowly , she's pulling her gaze back to access him . he looks so disheveled , injuries still on full display looking worse than before , and she's tilting her chin . " you didn't call me to get you . " and she's offended by it , that much is obvious as she still doesn't step fully out of his way . " who did you call , hm ? her name rhythm with daya ? " and then , eyes are scanning for other things : signs of lipgloss , marks on his neck that weren't left by father's attack , vague smell of sex . doesn't care how crazy it seems , she's feeling insane and it's all his fault . " i'm sure she would've been happy to play nurse for you , or did you come here to get your tie back ? too bad , i threw it away . guess you gotta get a new one . " she says , as it lays limp atop her dresser in her bedroom . a liar through and through .
" i know you wore that for my attention , so why don't you tell me what you want ? "
" i did fuck him but we didn't kiss — " at least , not on the mouth . " does that make you feel better ? "

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wasn't originally planning on bringing anybody to the NHL awards this year ( never usually does ) — that is , until he saw more tabloids and instagram posts decorated with smiling , bright - eyed photos of nik arm in arm with his girlfriend . still . still fucking together .. even after they screwed each other into oblivion . at first , he thought it was funny . laughed , even . and then ... well , he was livid . still is . but he's distracted himself with nicole , a curly - haired cowboys cheerleader that was eager to jump into bed with him and claim his mind for a few nights , and his arm for an evening . the irony of her name isn't lost on him , nor is the similarity in appearances , but he'd rather die than admit he chose her on purpose . he's seated at one of the perfectly clothed tables , her ass snug in his lap and his palms lazily resting on her thighs while she engages with his teammates , and he continues to gaze around the room . hunting , searching .. always looking for the other's familiar face in the crowd . and when he spots him , their eyes clashing in a sea of hundreds , there's a vague upturn of his lips — a smirk , before he's ripping his stare away to refocus his attention on the blonde in his lap .
who do i have to sleep with to gif cameron porras in those silly films he was in and not in tiktoks</3
had been on the receiving end of his fathers anger more times than he could count, each and every time causing him to become more immune to it : not the pain, since every time he finds a new way to make it sting like a fucking fire wrapped blade. no, instead, becoming immune to the inevitability that this was how it was going to be. had come to terms with it long before now, knowing that other children who see their parents are welcomed with a hug, the castle family was welcomed with peter's famous right hand hook. sitting straight as an arrow, no elbows on the table, no back talking — the list continues to grow, and apparently he can add screw the girl that his father chose for him, for no reason other than public endorsement to that same list. this night was more than a behavior check for his father : it was a reminder. an eight month long reminder that no matter where he goes, how much he feels like he's gotten out from that icy grip, that tug will always be there. whether he liked it or not. a few minutes with the man in a dark room and suddenly he was back to being eleven again, feeling lash after lash simply for not obediently going by his dad's every command. and for this girl to see it first hand, to witness his fathers torment — to view twenty years of physical abuse in a matter of minutes, it made him feel so excruciatingly uneasy, if he was confident that he'd be able to stand to his feet and flee the scene of the crime, he would. just so she couldn't see him in this obliterated state. and this, that look on her face right now that she's giving him : was the one fucking thing he has been trying to avoid since the day he met her. didn't want anyone to see him like this, and no one up to this point had any clue except for those unfairly involved in the castle family line. but this girl was the one person he'd wanted to keep this from more than anyone else, and she just so happenly saw it all at once — and in the worst scene he'd experienced in years. the sheer luck of his life for that to happen is not lost on him. he finally sinks into the wall as she's kneeled in front of him, other arm pressed tightly against his abdomen as if trying to shift his surely cracked ribs back into place, and as much as he wishes he could try to mask the pain he felt, every sense in his brain is on overdrive, he can feel metal against the roof of his mouth, and his head is fucking pounding, “ i'm alright, baby — 'm fine. ” pet name is whispered from his busted lip so easily, as if tonight never happened, as if they weren't both immensely pissed off, the same undeniable feat that pulls him in every time. doesn't realize he even says it as his eyes shut for a brief moment, attempting to drink in the pain before it overwhelms him completely.
eyes are struck into hers as she takes the fabric of her dress towards him, attempting to mask some of the aftermath against his lip and he has to tighten his grip on his own abdomen to avoid breathing in the stinging sensation on his skin. “ yeah, i'm worried about you because i know what that sick bastard is capable of. ” and has to scan her frame with his eyes, searching for something that might have happened in case foggy vision got the best of him. it was a sense of dread, a feeling of pure insanity at the thought and while her raised voice is telling him physically she was fine, he knew that this had taken a toll on her. because of him, because of his actions, he had taken this night and completely screwed every sense of them ever being normal again. he has to fully immerse himself in the words that she speaks while convincing himself at the same time that he didn't have a concussion, that he wasn't completely hallucinating this whole conversation, and suddenly a heavy weight falls over them both, and that same inebriated truth is caught in the air from before, except this time : he was pretty sure he was damn near sober. “ you don't get it, eden! i can handle him — i always have. i'm his god damn punching bag and you know what? that's fine, but to think he could've hurt you, that he could still come back in here in five minutes and hurt you — ” teeth grits and he's forcing back the pain, and understands that his father didn't harm her. she's right here, safe and sound. but the mere idea of it is sending his mind to a place he doesn't want to be. “ i'd let him kill me right then and there before i'd let him touch you. ” dramatic words are fueled with every inch of truth he could muster, and just as she sinks back so does he. the earlier scene now the prominent focus in the room. shutters out a breath, blood pooling and he can't help but spit out the remnants to the side away from them, “ you think that's what i was doin' out there when i did that? thinking? ” brows raise and fall in a quick move, using the arm that wasn't pressed against his rib to fall flat on the floor, pushing himself up against the wall as a grunt vibrates in his chest. “ i wasn't thinking, de. i never do when you're concerned. you make me so fucking crazy that i can't control myself! i beat a man with an inch of his life, would've gladly taken it too, and it's because i know he fucked you. ” the sheer vulnerability of his words paired with physical state is sending him to a point of no return, and has to cuss himself for doing it again. for sinking into her again. looks down at the rapid rise and fall of his chest, blood rushing to his head and he unbuttons the jacket of his suit, constricting fabric suddenly making him feel overwhelmingly suffocated. looks back up at her, “ i'd do it again, too. didn't learn a lesson, don't regret it. so . . guess we both have a problem. ”
there were so many unspoken feats that hung over them, things that were begging to get the closure they so desperately craved. and he has to think about enzo, on why she was here, instead of in the back of that ambulance, and it only confuses him more. both of their dates were left out in the cold, and it was written in the stars for them to do that exact thing he's guessing : because no matter what fucked up thing is brought between them, they'll always end up in the same place. he can't deny it, just like he can't deny her. “ i'm mad. ” he raises his chin to watch her, hand reached up as bruised fingertips wrap around the wrist that sat against his chest, “ i'm so fucking pissed i can't see straight. but this isn't because of you. so get that out of your mind. ” and he's taking the opportunity to pull her frame closer to his, ignoring the strain that's felt in his veins and that pad of now dried red shines in his sight from the window. “ and as painfully infuriating as it is, i'm not done. we're not done. ” doesn't know a time in which they would be, and that thought alone pours a sense of fear over every inch of his body. “ you need to leave. ” speaks up as he attempts to stand to his feet, loud grunt echoing the room as he uses the wall to balance himself, slowly pushing his weight against the wall until he's back up, “ he's not bluffing when he says five minutes. and i'm not letting him see you again. there's a door at the end of the hallway, go — ” and he's looking at her, a beat of silence before something is cursed against his breath, head tilting before leaning forward, closing the space between them as his lips catch hers in their second kiss of the night. couldn't let her get away without a taste of her again, even if there was a distinct trail of metal mixed in the embrace, “ hurry. ”
baby . in the midst of all the madness : the punches thrown , the blood shed , the cursed threats ... and he's calling her baby , while he's in a heap on the floor . it settles along her skin like a warm blanket , thumb gently reaching out to drag along his busted lip and catch a stray drop of blood , sucking in air through her teeth . " and that sick bastard won't ever lay a hand on me . trust me , j . my dad wouldn't let that happen . " and neither will he , apparently . but she doesn't want to think about that — him , throwing himself atop the blunt edge of a knife to save her from its inevitable strike . it curdles her stomach , makes her blood run cold .. refuses to entertain it . especially when he's cradling his abdomen as if his ribs are about to puncture the skin , every wet breath making her withhold a wince from the staggered sound of it . fears what would've happened if she hadn't shown up when she did .. has always been a strong believer of fate , and in this instance , thinks this was the universe's divine intervention . brows pull , tethered together to finely pinch the skin above her nose at his declaration . " but that isn't fine ! it isn't fine , johnny , and you shouldn't have to deal with it . you being his punching bag — it's sick and demented , and he - god , he could have fucking killed you .. if i hadn't come in here , if i hadn't stepped between you , he would have kept going . i know he would have . i could see it . " the chilling twist of his lips when he stared down at his son's crumbled frame , as if it were his life's proudest work : beating his own flesh and blood to a pulp , and preening over his pain . frowns , thudding organ threatening to leap from her chest and leap into his battered palms . " don't say that . " wipes the damp pad of her thumb along her dress , hues dropping briefly to it as an odd sensation stings to her eyes . " don't say stuff like that again . " that he'd die for her , that he'd risk his life to protect her . doesn't think she can bear it : the heaviness of such a sentiment , or the way it makes her feel . all those emotions ravishing her chest loud , and prominent , and impossible to ignore , trying to rear their ugly heads to be heard . glances off to the side at the pool of blood stained saliva and she's growling under her breath as he moves , his grunt echoing in the otherwise empty room . " stop moving . " commands in a grumbled breath , palm reaching to brush over the potential bruises blossoming along his abdomen and wishing they weren't at this stupid fucking gala so she could ease his discomfort . gaze shifts back to his and she's sucking her bottom lip into the comfort of her mouth , trying to keep her expression poised despite the frantic squeezing of her lungs .
isn't an idiot — is very aware that he attacked enzo because of their history , and while he's the biggest hypocrite she's ever met , can't deny that she'd be insulted if it hadn't pissed him off . after all , that's why she brought him . him leaving in a gurney , well , that was not according to plan . oops . " yeah , and we'll talk about that later . but i don't give a fuck about him right now — i was there , i watched it happen and you should be happy they dragged you off . do you really want someone's murder on your hands ? " for her , all of people . she's following his movements and batting his hands away , helping him unbutton his dress jacket and swallowing thickly . " i guess we do . " a problem , that's what she'll call it : that strange pull in her chest any time he's around , the giddiness she feels when his name lights up her screen , the thrill that races down her spine at the faintest touch . a problem . " aren't people meant to get rid of problems ? " and there's a hidden question somewhere in there , one she won't voice out of the faint fear of rejection . a silly feat for someone so rarely to put themselves out there vulnerably ... as if he hadn't already thrashed her affections to ruin when he sped off down the road . something they'd barely scratched the surface of yet , not like they had the time between all the panting and moaning they'd been doing prior to this evening . mind travels back to the gala floor , to his frame pacing towards her in the crowd , his promised words uttered between them before he planted a brief kiss to her lips — in front of everyone . maya , included . had heard her shrill voice calling his name , willing him to stop ... all while she stood feet away , silent . if they couldn't be any more vastly different , that scenario spoke volumes . but still , he didn't shove people aside to get to his date , and she doesn't know what the hell to make of that . even now , as he confesses his prevalent anger , her brain is wondering why he came with her , and why it wasn't her he can't control himself with , why it wasn't her that drove him crazy . " you have a really bad habit of telling me what to do . " mutters half - heartedly , fingers twitching within his grasp on her wrist and she hates that it burns , and that , without hesitancy , she's leaning into his touch like it's the only thing keeping her from falling apart .
and as he pulls her closer , she lets him . just like that. no resistant , no smartass comment . pathetic , is what she is . she'll chew her ass out for it later . we're not done . relief shatters along her skin , her chest , down to her feet , and there's a vague twitch of her lips .. a ghost of a smile , a glimpse of a hidden one , maybe . " hm , interesting . and what about all that talk of rekindling flames .. all those girls you were gonna use this tie with just disappear ? " because of course , she can't help herself . he's the one who said it , not her goddamn fault that it's now engrained into her memory until she dies . " no . " immediate objection is followed by a press against his chest and a shake of her head , " no . i'm not leaving . " she's following his movements , hands hovering over him to ensure that he doesn't collapse to his feet instantly , and still , she's stepping into his space . " yeah , i know he's not kidding — that's why we're both going to go . if you actually think i'm leaving you here , then you must have a serious concussion — " and then , for the second time , he's catching her by surprise and pressing his lips to hers . a soft breath is exhaled along his mouth and her palm is instantly lifting to gently cradle the back of his head , nails curling into hair at his nape . metallic coats her brims and she doesn't care , in fact , her tongue is flicking out and dragging along cracked lesser . " if you want me to go without you , then you're gonna have to make me , " and she's pulling back an inch , giving him a once - over with that familiar glimmer in her eyes , " and in your current condition , i don't think that's a smart choice . do you ? " she's pressing another eager kiss to his mouth , one she's realizing a second too late might be a little too rough as she licks along his lip again in a silent apology . knows his father is good for it , that he'll certainly be busting through here any minute , and so , begrudgingly , with another brush of her lips to his , her hand is finding his and she's pulling away . " come with me . " it's a plea more than a demand and she's giving his arm a tug towards the door , " if you don't , i'll find him and break his jaw , and make everything worse . " — " please , johnny . "
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didn't have a second to think about the events that took place tonight — on why she'd decided to drop a bombshell so casually, why it had to be fucking enzo, why his emotions twisted to such a dark place in such a quick amount of time. and to top it all off, why the hell he ended the scene with walking right back into the same fire that burnt him just moments ago. as if there was a magnetic pull that gravitated him towards her, so much so that it was physically impossible for him to stay away from her. whatever brewed between them was enough to spill blood, and if he hadn't been pulled off, could've went to a level he couldn't have come back from. and fuck, he liked it. tension filled grip rips him from his mind before it deciphered that, bloodied knuckles attempting to get out of the lock but was more than impossible, and a few seconds later he finds himself in a dark room, street light coming in from window just enough for him to realize who it was. “ get the fuck off of me. ” spits and pushes his fathers grip off but it's then replaced with man's forearm placed strategically against his windpipe, pressing him against the wall. “ asked you to do one thing, one fuckin' thing and you can't even do that. ” attempts to kick self away but his fathers grip only strengthens, “ you just had to go and throw a temper tantrum, and why? for some loose lipped bitch who clearly — ” and his father chuckles, ice cold stare brewing in his eyes, “ loves to spread her legs for the whole town. ” and string of spit is spat from his mouth and directly to man's face, causing his grip to loosen just enough for johnny to get away from him, palms of his hands pressing against his chest and he's forcefully pushing him back into the desk table. “ watch your fuckin' mouth. ” blonde's finger points up to his father and his response is a chuckle, “ what are you gonna do, boy? call tate? ” and it's his classic threat, the same knife digging realization that stings each and every time it's spoken. “ he's as fuckin' dead as your pretty little slut will be if i catch you around her again. ” doesn't take a second to think before dripping knuckle is colliding with males jaw, forcing his frame to inch sideways and blonde takes opportunity to throw another punch, but it's blocked with one of his fathers hands and the other one lands against his own cheek, a loud crack echoing in the room at the force against bone. his teeth grits, vision hazy for a single moment as his father stands tall, “ fuckin' pathetic. embarrassin' the whole family because the girl you stick your dick in doesn't want you anymore. ” his father scoffs, rubbing his jaw from where johnny's hand landed. the cold, hard truth coming to punch him in the face, literally, and he has to accept the fact that the piece of shit wasn't too far off in his words, which only made the hit sting worse.
“ you're gonna straighten your shit up, you hear me? you're gonna walk back in there, grab maya, and be the couple i made you out to be. be the family i made you to be. ” and now it was johnny's turn to laugh, standing straight on his feet as he takes a step towards him, “ 'm not doing shit for you. i'm not gonna fuckin' act like i'm in love with maya — ” — “ cause you're in love with her? ” and his father points to the door that led to the gala floor, exactly where his last view of eden was before he was pulled away. and not a single word passes his lips then, just a heat rising in every inch of his skin, even worse than earlier. if that was even possible. “ i thought i raised you better than this, boy. raised you better than to fall for some — ” and he's cut off with another knuckle landing against his cheek from blonde, “ i said to watch your fuckin' mouth! ” and he's yelling now, rage and adrenaline filling right back in his bloodstream like a disease, yet again, when the same dark brown tresses was brought in the conversation. one second falls and his father lunges forward, that same dark, deadly glare he'd been on the receiving end of for his whole life. his shoulder blades hit against the wall and suddenly it's one lick after the other, grunts falling from johnny's lips as blood trickles on his tongue, “ when are you gonna learn?! ” father yells through punches, directly to his cheek, jaw, chest, ribs. anything he could get his hands on, “ you can't beat me, johnny boy! and you never fuckin' will. ” and every attempt to shield the licks were met with no relief, every pain sensation going haywire in his brain and he's pushing, kicking, doing anything he can to get the old man off of him. the only thing that pulls him away is the sound of shouting, a familiar one, and in one movement his fathers arm is reared back, ready for another punch, just as brown locks are halting him from doing so. “ this is family business, sweetheart. stay the fuck out of it. ” his father grits through angered teeth and attempts to use free hand to push her out from between them, and just as the force is attempted on her hip, male's hand reaches out and grips his fathers wrist, halting his actions as a cold, dead stare is sent his way, “ lay one fucking hand on her, and you're dead. ” uses every bit of strength he can muster up, and suddenly every pain sensory he had was forgotten. it's silent for a few moments, before fathers hand is pulled away, and he's backing up from him and eden both. he's holding his hands up in surrender before gently sitting them back down, looking up and down johnny's frame : as if he was admiring the state he's leaving him in. a sick, twisted, son of a bitch.
“ you have five minutes to get the fuck back in there, boy. or her boyfriend won't be the only one to leave on a gurney. ” he's turning heel and leaving the room, door wide open as blonde sinks back against the wall, sucking in a cold breath as the after effects race through his system. it had been a long time since he had been this badly fucked up from his fathers hand, and yet can't focus on it. won't. not when she was stood right in front of him. his father was right. he was pathetic. “ what the fuck are you doing? ” is all he could speak, looking down at the spot on her hip that his father had touched, his own hand reaching out to ghost over the area, “ did he hurt you? fuck — he could've fuckin' hurt you, eden. do you realize that? ” and his voice is raised, and whether it was out of anger from earlier, fear, realization . . would decipher that at a later time as his gaze looks back up to her. “ god, what the fuck were you thinking? ”
was raised with the gentle , shaky hand of a heartbroken father that didn't want to fail her — who knew that his paternity could never make up for her mother's absence . but he tried . while his profession came with an overflowing closet full of skeletons and blood smearing his hands until they were stained from it , never once did he bring it home with him . never took his anger or frustrations , or shortcomings , out on her . this isn't something she's endured but the heartache of knowing that johnny had , and for god knows how long , is what cements her body there . that , and the devastating urge to be the blockade between a loveless touch , and one overflowing with it . " family business , my ass . " snaps , irises burning with detestation , " that what you call this ? because i call this you being an abusive sack of shit . " fingers are inching into her bag , centimeters away from the canister of pepper spray she keeps on her at all times . a keepsake her father refuses to let her leave the house without . that , and the knife disguised as lipstick but she forgot that one in her versace clutch . hues snap down to unfamiliar palm on her hip and fear snakes into her throat , spine going rigid . only realizes then that she's so far out of her element . what the hell is she doing ? she goes so still that her lungs start to singe from how she's holding in her oxygen , bracing herself for the roughened shove — or maybe the toss to the other side of the floor — but it never comes . the threat that's growled from blondes lips has gaze snapping from the cold irises of his father , back to him . okay , maybe she shouldn't have inserted herself into this — but what she supposed to do ? watch him get pummeled until he lay a battered , broken mess on the floor ? there is no world , no universe or timeline is which she could stand by and watch that happen . no matter how upset or hurt she is . there is nothing that could overshadow that inexplicable red string that always forces her here . with him . five minute warning rings in her ears : a gurney , he says . it sets her teeth on edge , skin bristling , and she's staring after him to ensure he's gone before returning full attention back to him . immediately , she's kneeling beside him and shaky fingers are reaching out to help steady him against the wall , brows creased with worry , and gaze swimming with something she won't put a name to . " don't move too much . you're ... fuck , johnny — it looks really bad .. " voice is small , thick with concern as she glances around them for something she could use to stop the bleeding , the swelling ... shit , to put bones back in their rightful places .
but then he speaks , and her head jerks back to look at him like he's developed a brain eating disease . " what am i doing ? i'm helping you . " curses under her breath as she shifts and uses the hem of her dress to dab at the blood beginning to pool from his lip . feels the faintest touch along her hip , the same spot his fathers had been , and on instinct , frame stiffens . " he has you like this and you're worried about me . " huffs out a trembled laugh , ignoring how unsettled she is .. how she hasn't come to terms with any of this yet , doesn't know how to cope with the reality of his reality . it makes her sick . it makes her angry . " i'm fine , johnny ! " exasperates , fingertips dancing along his bruised and swelling jaw with a frown so prominent it looks like she's on the verge of crying from the sight , " he didn't hurt me , though , did he ? no , he hurt you . i was thinking about you . and even if he did hurt me , i don't care ! you think there's any part of me that gives a shit if he put a hand on me if it meant he stopped hurting you ? " doesn't think about the weight of her statement , or how it hangs above their heads like a dark cloud . only that she can't stand that she caused all of this . " the problem is , " sits back on her heels , already red fabric now stained with remnants of crimson as it falls back to her thighs , " i don't think when it comes to you . i don't know how to . you were stupid for what you pulled with enzo — you're a colossal fucking idiot , and i'm pissed at you . i'm so mad at you that i could strangle you , but i am always on the aggravating cusp of throwing myself in your arms .. and now , simultaneously wanting to kill your dad . so , i don't know ! okay ? i don't know what i was thinking ! " tangent is long - winded and she barely comes up for air , the last hour of events leaving her stricken with so many mixed emotions that she may explode with them . but seeing him in front of her , crumbled against the wall with so many bruises and forming scars , and blood .. all she wants is to take his place . nostrils flare as she takes inventory of every injury and she's clearing her throat , grabbing the blue fabric that she picked up off the gala floor and pressing it into his chest , " i know you want nothing to do with me , and i'm still insanely angry at you , but i can't stand the fact that you're hurt because of me . "

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scene maps out in a pool of red, and he's fully convinced he's blacked out as punches land right where he shifts them, left, right, before piling frame overtop and overtaking dark haired male before he could get a lick in edgewise. wasn't thinking, that part was clear : femme had a pull on his mindset so insanely deep that he couldn't even make decisions based on his own accord. him and enzo had their problems, stemming from family rivalries, their constant attempt to over shine what the other was doing. enzo choosing to hit johnny where it hurt, showing up when he was dating hailee and tate had just died, a front of grieving when in truth he didn't give a shit about him. and privately, made that a point to blonde. this was a means to their inevitable fist-filled end, and even if eden wasn't involved . . this exact scene would have happened, the same blood shed, same frustration spilling in the make of thrown punches and busted glass. but he does have to internally laugh at the sheer irony of it all : him managing to keep his feelings in check all this time. that was, until eden was involved. until he learned of those two tangling between the same sheets he'd been in so many times. did she say the same things to enzo that she'd say to him? it belongs to you. just you. nobody makes me feel like you .. nobody. did she fall apart paired with the same angelic cries that he'd received? god, the mere fucking idea of it sends his mind to a dark place, that's only relieved when fists are colliding with the males jaw, two, three, four. bodies are attempting to pry him loose but he pays no mind, can still hear maya's screeching yell of his name begging for him to get off and it only tempts him more to continue, knowing that her and that blue fucking dress was the main culprit in tonights events. as if he would ever touch her again after being with eden. shit, if he'd touch anyone else like that again. enough hands are wrapped around his limbs to finally pull him away, and he's responding with a fuck you ! yelled into the air as he stands to his feet. adrenaline was at an all time high, heart beat pounding in his chest as he finally comes down from the rush, just as more bodies come to tend to enzo and the blood that dripped down his features. has to wipe the smile that dared to inch against his lips at the sight and bodies push him further away, eyes directing towards the knuckles that were now scratched all to hell, red painted over each one. can hear people shout questions in his ear, why, what were you thinking, what is wrong with you . . but he's not answering, not listening when he's turned around, and notices the same red dress standing just a few feet away, and his eyes have to squint to view the look on her face at the sight.
brows furrow, and he's pushing everyone away from his stance and walking towards her. only takes a few moments before he's stood in front of her, and only expects the same angriness from earlier : but at this point, he knew that they'd both fucked up any instance of them being the same ones they were just two days ago. anything that they'd spoke of was shot to hell, and they were right back to where they started. or worse, back to nothing. that idea is pushed to the back of his mind before he can dwell on it too long, “ i meant what i said. ” words that are sure to mean nothing are pushed into the air, bruised knuckles moving to untie and pull the tie from his suit, holding it out between them, “ any man that touches you, is fucked. ” drops the fabric as it hits the ground, pads of blood stained fingertips clashing against the pristine baby blue. then, in one quick, swift movement, thumb is pressed against her chin and he gives a quick peck against glossed lips, the same pad of blood stained thumb hitting her skin, and he's pulling away before she could do the honors, “ you believe i'm good for it now? ” before he could hear the shut down in real time he's pulled away, more voices colliding in his ear drums wondering why the fuck he just mutilated an " innocent man " : crowd surrounding him in a suffocated feat. he's pushing them away as quickly as they come, attempting to get some reprise from his own actions but it was practically impossible. sirens are now surrounding the space, ambulance workers racing to enzo's side and johnny sucks in a hard breath, vision suddenly shifting to a blur as a strong, familiar grip is locked against his arm, and he's yanked through the crowd and down the same hallway he was in just minutes before.
isn't a fan of violence — not that she's squeamish per se , just isn't her father's daughter in that way . doesn't have a taste or a drive for it , and bearing witness to his savagery spurred on by her snide tongue ... well , it makes her feel like shit . out of guilt : for ezra's mutilation ( and judging by the amount of blood covering johnny , it's bad ) , for his father's inevitable anger , and for ruining everyone's night by not simply telling the truth . but still , he showed up with somebody , too . has to keep reminding herself of that — that he isn't entirely innocent here , that he came with a perfect manicured set wrapped around his bicep , and a tie to match . so , she holds onto that : her anger , her envy and swallows down the lump that stationed itself in her throat . after a dozen people involve themselves and pry him away , heart kicks up in her chest and there's a frenzied voice in her head telling her to flee before it's too late . had already sullied things between them — that much was made clear by this display and , even more , by his parting words : i'm in the mood for rekindling now . it scratches the sides of her brain , engraves itself like a crappy tattoo . wonders if he'd do it : if he'd run off after this with maya , or a different girl .. or hell , multiple girls and get back at her . or , worse — forget her . her eardrums vibrate with her pulse , hues going out of focus enough that she doesn't realize when he's heading towards her . in fact , doesn't hear the shouts or pleas from those around them either . hears nothing but the unsteady humming of her heart , and how it suddenly picks up pace when he's standing in front of her , and obscuring her view . chest heaving , veins in his forehead and neck bulging , skin tainted crimson not only from his wrath but the injuries he inflicted on other male . the spitting image of anger in human form . and fuck , if she doesn't find want to lick him dry . no , eden . jaw stiffens and she's tilting her chin , meeting his gaze head - on to prepare for the inevitable war he's seeking out . however , as he speaks , brows are tugged further and further over pools of honey . " how honorable . a man of his word . " mutters dryly , words barely audible to her own ears . hues falter to cracked , bleeding knuckles as he undoes fabric snug around his neck , staining soft blue with a rich red , and frowning when it falls to the ground . " thought you wanted that for another girl — " taunt is silenced by the briefest press of his lips and she stiffens , so caught off guard that she doesn't get the chance to return it , and she tries ( she really does ) to not be disappointed by that .
wonders if enzo got a hit in that she hadn't seen , if he got knocked in the head and forgot that he hates her , because that's what this is , isn't it ? did all of this to prove a point just to sever the cord between them and wipe his hands clean of her . that's what this feels like , his previous words playing on loop like a brutal stake to the heart over and over again . doesn't bother wiping away the stain pad of his thumb left , but her lips do part to lay out confession again : " johnny , i didn't — " fuck him . but he's being pulled away , a frenzied crowd engulfing him in an interrogative circle , and she's left on the outskirts of it . no , she's pushed out of it . stumbles back , almost losing her footing as the party all but engulfs him and he's torn from her view . maybe that's a blessing , a sign from the universe to get the fuck out of here and save herself . isn't sure if there's anything worth mending here anyway .. if there's really anything to mend at all . hears the sound of sirens , catching the briefest glimpse of a gurney getting rolled in , and she's pivoting to the open bar and chugging two glasses full of ridiculously over - priced vodka . she's sucking it off of her teeth , wincing , before she's giving herself a mental pep talk to be a big girl and go find him to set things straight . so , she wanders around for about ten minutes like an idiot searching for him — asking other partygoers if they knew where he disappeared to when she finds herself striding down familiar corridor again . and then , she hears it . shouting . heart picks up in her chest and her fingers are curling into the train of her dress , tugging it as she moves faster towards the commotion , her gut violently warning her . it grows louder and louder the further she goes and as she reaches the room , door left cracked open , she realizes that it's mr. castle who's behind the booming , angry voice and then — crack ! it's bone against bone again , except this time , it's johnny's dad leading the attack and he isn't letting up . he gets going , hit after hit : striking his face , the side of his head , his ribs .. anywhere fist can reach is free target practice . the liquor she just drank is burning in her throat threatening to come up and soil her shoes . her entire frame seizes up , eyes going wide , fingers shaking as she realizes what she just walked in on . had always known mr. castle was a bastard , had witnessed that fury in him the first night they'd met , and she'd wondered about the scars littering his body ... but this ? she's moving before she can think , the door nearly swinging off the hinges as she barges in and all but dives between them . " stop ! " voice rattles , sounding equal parts panicked as she does angry , fingers curling around johnny's shirt in a poor attempt to tug him back . " stop ! you're going to fucking kill him , you sick piece of shit . "
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hadn't felt a madness like this run through every inch of his body in his whole life : each and every word spilled just weeks before now proving to be shot to hell and back. had foolishly chose to reveal secrets that he swore to take to the grave, to the one person who's opinion and reaction mattered the most. sure, they weren't together, and honestly, hadn't spoke much of those confessions since the night they rang in their ears. wasn't sure if it was regret, fear, whatever the fuck it was — and at this point, he didn't give two shits about what it was, because he'd swallow broken glass before ever allowing self to stoop to that level of vulnerability again. has to let fit of laughter pass his lips at her accusation, of just how wrong it really was, and the fact that she was jumping to conclusions so easily. another instance of pot meeting the kettle, except for he hadn't spoken lace of truth to back her theories up. and it was as clear as the mirror behind her that his ideas rang true. and that . . was a dangerous truth to learn. “ you're fuckin' insane. ” head nods towards her, teeth rattling and every vein threatening to pop out of its socket. it was dangerous, he was dangerous, and it wouldn't be too long before that danger had to be unleashed in some fashion before he exploded like a ticking time bomb. but she continues, and he's silent : letting her go on her normal tangent, so many words that held so little meaning to him now. didn't reply because he didn't have much to say, too focused on the popped knuckles against the door frame behind him, and instead stands there, swearing you can see smoke coming from his ears until she's done - and then, a long veil of silence fills the room other than the petrifying speed of his heartbeat ringing in his throat. “ you always have a habit of usin' that mouth for anything except for what it's good for. ” finally spits out, straightening back against the door as he looks at her, gaze surprisingly looking at her in the most normal way he could muster. “ you're also wrong — by the way. ” shrug of his shoulders, leaning head back to rest as arms come together against his chest, “ didn't fuck her. haven't fucked her. not rekindling. and not my type. ” each word laces with every bit of truth, and his frightening sense of normalcy is causing the room to close in around them, “ don't gotta believe me — in fact, i don't give a fuck if you do or not. but here's the thing, baby . . ” and face is inching downwards to her, the same damn smile that he gave just two days ago except now, hid something that he couldn't really explain.
“ i'm in the mood for rekindling now. it's about time this tie got put to some good use again, don't you think? ” as if words spat would ever happen, but at this point, male didn't fucking care. she'd went and hooked up with someone, no, hooked up with the one person that sent rage filled in his veins way before she came along. took every thing they subconsciously spoke just weeks before and threw it out the window. they didn't matter. he didn't matter. and just like that, the switch was flipped, and there was no way in hell for it to be turned on again. “ 'ts too bad about your boyfriend too. you know — whole hospital stay and all. ” and clicks his tongue, head shaking back and forth and he's reaching behind him to flip the lock back, “ damn. getting ahead of myself. ” and he's laughing again, opening bathroom door and bolting out before she can speak another word, and in just a few quick strides he's made his way back to the gala floor. arm extends for the champagne bottle that rested on the butlers table, tilting head back and finishing what was left and he's easily spotted the son of a bitch, his name echoing behind him in maya's thinly vailed attempt to catch his attention. but he's too focused, too pissed off, and that familiar anger is rising to the surface like a tidal wave. enzo gives the same knowing smirk he'd received before as blonde gets closer and it only solidifies his suspicions even more, images of them rolling through his mind like the worst movie created, and before he could get a word in edge wise, that same champagne bottle is lifted above his head, coming down with a vengeance right against male's temple, served alongside a right hook against his jaw.
everything happens so fast and he doesn't give her a chance to react to it any of it . but either way , she doesn't believe him — not even a little . is convinced that he screwed maya , that he's probably been doing it this whole time ... maybe even before he left , and she'd been the fool for thinking she could ever hold a flame to someone like that . someone perfect , unblemished by lack of a mother figure , and a constant yearning needing to be filled . it doesn't matter . any of it . they owe each other nothing and they both came here tonight with other people , and her original intention behind bringing enzo clearly worked . only , it brutally backfired in her face . didn't expect this reaction , or for him to care this deeply .. didn't realize they even knew each other . how the fuck is she supposed to know ? they don't talk about that stuff . they don't talk about anything . can feel every inch of red fabric brushing her skin , clinging to it , and suddenly it's suffocating , and she wants it off , and she wants to get the fuck away from him . has never been scared of him before , usually loves the crazy side of him , but he's scaring her now ... and she isn't sure if it's the anger , or the finality in the way he's speaking . like he's wiping his hands clean of her , and it sends a sense of dread and panic through her that renders her silent , and frozen , staring at him with parted lips and wide eyes . doesn't miss the double - edged sort of his words : i'm in the mood for rekindling now . it hits exactly where he wants it to and she's taking a staggering step back , as if he physically struck her , and she's looking away . has to , or she fears what he'll see staring back at him . she needs to tell him the truth — conscience is screaming for her to , that out of any night to do the right thing ... this is the one . can't allow for her stupidity to reel enzo into their bullshit . and as another threat hangs into the space , neck is snapping and she's moving towards him : " johnny , don't ! we didn't — " but as fingers reach for him , he's already gone . " fuck ! " palms are flying up to cover her face , the slam of the door behind him making her ears ring and she's shaking . doesn't realize it until she's alone but her fingers , her arms , her entire fucking body is shaking like a leaf . and there's a lump in her throat , and stinging in her eyes , and it's only then that she's realizing she's on the verge of crying . crying , something that she hasn't done since she was a little girl . blinks rapidly and breathes in through her nose , and then out , and in again .
can hear the chaos on the other side of the door , the sound of glass smashing , of screams and shouting : and like a coward , she's trying to talk herself down from a panic attack .. from something she caused . it's that realization that has her finally opening the bathroom door and hurrying out , shoving past the forming crowd . it's then that she sees them : two figures rolling around on the floor , blonde hair clashing with brown , and fists flying again and again . bone against bone , shouts of horror , hands scrambling to yank them off of each other , and all she can do is stand , and watch . a spectator to her own creation — one , she realizes , that she didn't want a little too late .

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between the assortment of items in basket and the time, shouldn't suprise her that the other would start to make assumptions aout her life . . . not that she's wrong entirely. nights wealthy of black light, music, and slipping into a stranger's bed just to sneak out the next without ever looking back feels safer than not. unfair to sully someone's life when it's known that there can never be more. not when the weight of the world is placed like bricks on her shoulders. is suprised the media hasn't followed her to this corner store considering it's become somehwhat of a routine now. “ ah – ” laugh leaves her brims turning into a bright smile laced with something close to embarassment. glances down for a moment, fingering the box of condoms that she picked up as just a precaution. “ yeah, you never know where the night will take you, right? ” hues shoot back to the woman — pulling lower between her teeth with a nod, taking her in. wonders if she's got any assumption other than that. maybe as to why she comes to this store at this time exactly like clockwork. “ really? i swear i – ” stops herself, connection hitting her. “ that's a lot of candy for just one person . . . thank you. and what did i do to deserve this? ”
it's absolutely disgusting that the whimsical hum of her laughter dances along her nervous system and soothes it . barely knows this stranger and she's become the highlight of her shifts .. on the off chance that she may stumble in and their paths fleetingly cross . has started considered picking up more shifts just in case . " well , i know where my night leads me — " arms lift to gesture to the service station she's running alone with a curve to her lips , " nowhere near as exciting as yours . your boyfriend always make you provide the protection ? " is referring to the condoms still in her grasp , always wondering what he looks like — not that it'd cure the delicate envy thrumming inside her chest . in fact , it'd probably make it worse . fingers curl around the edge of the counter , gaze catching briefly on the lip tucked securely within her mouth before she's quickly lifting it again . their eyes clash and she shrugs casually , a hint of something in dark irises . " it's my favorite customer discount . don't tell the others , they'll arrive with pitchforks and you'll be stuck with daryl . he's not as giving as me . "
warmth draped over her shoulders has her stiffening with surprise. the jacket dwarfs her, enveloping her in fabric and the scent of his cologne. gesture a kindness wouldn’t have expected from him ––– not with her tendency to bite his head off when in each other’s presence. an odd feeling floods her chest. something akin to guilt. her “ thank you ” a low murmur. grateful for the burn of smoke in her lungs ; gradually numbing frayed edges of the remnants of her feelings. shouldn’t have elected to smoke with someone who wasn’t maxen, the only one allowed to see her. with some exceptions. dark gaze only briefly leaps over to him with the reminder ; posture tensing further. difference in kit’s tone unmissable ––– stark contrast to typical hints of amusement. “ you gleefully take advantage of the puck bunnies’ interest and don’t date. what am i supposed to think? ” lacks her usual bite ; a hint of sincerity in the question. yet kit seems inclined to perceive every word out of her mouth as overly bitchy ; not sure her intention matters either way by now. realization that halts her fingertips tracing over the letters embossed into the side of the lighter. instead reaches over to slip it back into his free hand before tucking both of hers beneath his jacket. even still … ––– “ cw? yours? ” moment it passes her lips, amaya doesn’t know why she bothered. silence is so thick around them, fully expects him to simply ignore her. wouldn’t blame him. gaze goes unfocused staring out at the city ––– exhaustion from the party’s attendees and palpable dislike between them making it difficult for her to enjoy it. being so far away from life ; from people ; from everything. dark arches knit together, a brief flash of confusion on her features before smoothing out. eases a step to the side — away from him — without noticing. “ i just meant we’re not fri–– whatever. ” amaya eases the jacket off her shoulders, folding it over the railing. she was too fucking tired for this. “ we both know you’re only intrigued — or whatever — by me because i’m not falling at your feet. no use pretending like we have anything to talk about. ” she turns back toward the way they came ; ignoring the inexplicable ache in her chest. “ enjoy the rest of your night. ”
" i don't date anymore . " corrects roughly . not that she'd know that , why would she ? her entire opinion on him is pieced together by assumptions she's made or perhaps tabloids she'd read . but nothing is based on fact , none of it construed from a friendly conversation or a means to actually know him . in the beginning , her sharp tongue drew him in .. the elegant way she turned up her nose . now , as he towered over her , it was a constant sensation of being sneered down on and it was tiresome . the push and pull isn't as exciting when it's only him doing all the leg work . she needs to fucking give him something worth holding onto here . glances down at the lighter she places back in his palm and there's a short jerk of his head , thumb once again dragging along the letters . " no . " and then , not even sure why he offers up the information but , " my grandfather's . " the only thing he has left of him other than his name .. funny how that works , isn't it ? but just as fleeting as her question is , the moment comes and goes , and the air between them grows colder , and it's not just the temperature outside . and then , she's pulling away from him , and he's stifling a laugh at the irony of it . of course , she's casting him off with parting words and a toss of her hair . swears he could strangle her for it . ashes the blunt off , stuffing it in his coat pocket and considers letting her leave . could run back to all those hockey players she was bitching about , wouldn't be any worse off for it . tongue is running along his front teeth and he counts down in his head , listening to her heels click against the rooftop pavement — until he's moving . spins around , long strides eating up the space within seconds , and his hand is flying out to grasp her by the waist , and he's yanking her back against him . " no . " palm drags up her abdomen , forcing her flush to his front as he ducks his head , mouth inches from her ear , " you're so beautiful , and smart , and strong but you're so fuckin' wrong . i don't want you falling to your feet for me , i want to fall to your feet and i want you to let me . " fingers lift to drag her hair over her shoulder , tips lightly brushing along the skin of her back , " if there's anyone pretending here , it's you . "