m!anon status: none || relationship status: dating
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Arrogance is a mask for the worry making her stomach churn. Cruel words rise up and escape as she’s cornered, condescending airs rise up instead of claws. Her fists shake but remain useless by her side but that is just as well. A slap can fade no matter how much it stings, words echo as permanent reminder when least expected. A smirk and a cold tone may not protect her or make the ache stop but they are the weapons at her disposal.
I have no idea what to do with this thing but I like it.
Why yes I am making a personality section but I feel as if it is missing a lot.
"Beyond help I think," Erik smiled "But I think I’ll cope if you just keep me in your prayers from time to time," he laughed softly, aware that he was disturbing her position somewhat each time he laughed or spoke.
"Of course I noticed. I’m not blind," Erik grumbled, feigning a frown and digging his fingers ever so slightly into her hip - he was feeling a little possessive of her. It was nice to have her this close; but a small part of him wanted her even closer (if such a thing was even possible).
"I notice most things," he whispered softly "Whether I comment on it is another thing," Some things was better just kept to himself after all. Little pieces of information that could be useful; Erik tended to notice them, but would seldom acknowledge he had.
"You are special," he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles gently into her back - not caring how utterly cheesy he probably sounded. it was true after all.
"Key my car? Ruin my garden? Ugh, that is the worst one could do to a man these days," Erik rolled his eyes and let out a laugh.
"I might just have to declare war of them if they do that - regardless of what reason they have,"
“I suppose that should be all the more reason to keep you in them.” With a few scoots, she regained her former resting spot with the resolution of keeping a loose hold of Erik’s shirt to prevent much more displacement. “Even for a such wretchedly hopeless case I can spare a few moments if they only thing it will help is your peace of mind,” Cécile countered with a cheeky grin, solemnity finally breaking.
What right does the man that said the comical ‘does it count as awkward silence if I stare at you’ line in utter sincerity, who joked with her about a career in piracy with her, who still got flustered over hand holding hardly a dozen minutes before even have making her giddy and flushed? None if they world was a more fair and less mysterious place, that much was for certain. Not to say the injustice was not relished.
“You are very . . corny.” A sigh of near complete contentment escaped her along with an amused but sated grin. The two things stopping her from unashamedly nuzzling more into his chest were her glasses and the fear of smudged makeup. “Sometimes it is a selling point.” With a laugh, her eyes closed, contemplating the idea that maybe a brief nap was attractive a plan.
“Who knows how far such a thing could escalate though. You could end up with a single drowned fly in every soup you order for decades.”
liachtaschta: Canadaopoly sounds like an A+ ngl. My family has “Boston in a Box” which is pretty much the same idea but a diff theme.
((There are a few others so I don’t have a true Monacopoly but thank you very much. ))
I am almost a little sad to see Easter pass but sooner or later another exciting season will arrive
that thankfully may not involve regrets of promising God near perfect sobriety and early morning mass.