Mateo
champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Obviously a dragon and a well-stocked liquor cabinet. I am a kidnapper, not a monster," Mateo tells her, sounding offended at her hypothetical opinion of his imagined theft of her. "...But for all of what you did wake up to, I am glad that he saved you." That goes without question, as he hopes Flora is well aware. "Perhaps we can just commit to having a very quiet Deepfrost, mm?" Huge doubts about it, but if they both say it maybe it will manifest into being or something.
Scoffing, the image Flora beaning anyone over the head with a mug a thoroughly enjoyable, Mateo nonetheless finds his amusement dying in a throat that is suddenly very tight to hear her continue. He doesn't expect her words to hit home the way they do, to reach into every part of him made raw and sad by his feelings of never being enough despite being a literal dream come true, and he blinks quickly, but not fast enough to catch the tear that streaks down his cheek. "Yeah," he says thickly, raising a shoulder to wipe it away on his starry robe. "Sorry."
Clearing his throat and shuddering out a sorry excuse for a laugh, he can't deny Flora's very good point when it comes to her literal murder. "Alright, well. Prior to that, no. But I suppose that is a very good argument for re-evaluating things."
Scoffing, the image Flora beaning anyone over the head with a mug a thoroughly enjoyable, Mateo nonetheless finds his amusement dying in a throat that is suddenly very tight to hear her continue. He doesn't expect her words to hit home the way they do, to reach into every part of him made raw and sad by his feelings of never being enough despite being a literal dream come true, and he blinks quickly, but not fast enough to catch the tear that streaks down his cheek. "Yeah," he says thickly, raising a shoulder to wipe it away on his starry robe. "Sorry."
Clearing his throat and shuddering out a sorry excuse for a laugh, he can't deny Flora's very good point when it comes to her literal murder. "Alright, well. Prior to that, no. But I suppose that is a very good argument for re-evaluating things."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
