Masculine
28
October 19
Sootopolis City
Bisexual
N/A
N/A
I picked the stitches, now I can't stop bleeding
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Adrian Malcolm
not so secret santa [c]
POSTED ON Dec 12, 2019 0:52:25 GMT
There's no going back on it now, deluded memories aside. He isn't bothered by the way Monty puffs himself up, it's almost amusing. "That night, you told me you invite friends and benefits over. That you were alone. But Spencer? What's he then?" He balled his hands, not to swing. But because feeling the tendons tense gives him a righteous sensation. Or maybe he's trying to hold back his tongue, but failing miserably at it.
"You acted like you weren't spoken for, and now you've got me standing in the middle of all this bullshit, feeling like I'm the fucking bad guy," his voice rose as he loomed over Monty.
"I'm not trying to say I had a fucking chance with you, but I wouldn't have fucking bothered with some..." he avoids the word of choice, "tramp", not wanting to offend Monty personally. But those were his choice of words. He has a momentary fit, shaking his arms aggressively before settling himself down. "...If I knew I was going to get blown off at the first chance."
He's exasperated, tired of feigning indifference; tired of pretending he's alright with it, because he's not. It hurts to lose someone to love, hurts to feel like you weren't enough; that you lacked a certain spark, that you weren't interesting or that you aren't attractive enough. It hurts to not have a substantive reason, something that can be worked on. But above all, it hurts to feel estranged.
"I can't even get near you without him trying to shiv me with his dagger eyes," he's tipped over the boiling point, caught somewhere between fury and fervor. "How are we supposed to even be friends if he's constantly against that?"
Although, after speaking his mind, perhaps the notion of remaining friends is too much for either of them. But he couldn't take anything back. Not that he particularly would, given his own feelings.
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