a real hassle. —– it was always ‘ you’re doing this for your career ‘ or ‘ it’s for the citizens of sternbild ‘. however, she still felt tired at the end of the day, her homework piled high, thirty - six unread texts.
‘ it’s for the good of the city. ‘ she feeds him the lies spoon - fed to her from corporate higher - ups dangling her dream just before her grasp. &. she is the eager rodent, blindly following wherever they will her to.
it was a hassle. it was hard. it was exhausting. it hurt to see her grades low, her friends distant. karina sets down her bag on the bench where the other sat.
‘ you’re as nosy as ever. ‘ cold words, a colder touch. but, there’s a smile on her lips.
a hero : known by many and dealing with the weight of many. his shoulders already grow weary at the thought. the look through his eyes shifts between thoughtful and nonchalant if he ever let anyone see that deep enough into them. a glimmer of amusement raises one corner of his lips. nosy. “ it’s for the good of me, “ takes the clay of her words and molds it in his way to return to her.
“ not like you heroes. ‘fraid my virtues are more along the lines of selfish, “ but the way he says it is smug, the way he says it is as if there could be worser things. and maybe there could be - but he does not know her story or feelings of saving the day. acting as the picture of admiration for many citizens here.
he thinks to the corporate clutches that seem to choke down freedom and lenience to do anything. red tape everywhere that practically forces them to follow a set standard as heroes. he slinks onto the backrest of the bench, composed. time is his friend right now and here. he doesn’t know of his company. “ that must be a real hassle. “
‘ chase ? ‘ her eyebrows furrow together, a dangerous look in her eye. she didn’t like it when strangers pretended to be so close to her —– she wasn’t here for mindless banter. she had an ambition ; an attitude ; a destiny to succeed. and she’d remove anything ( or anyone ) in her path.
‘ what do you want ? ‘ straight to the point. her words cut through the air like glass, glaciers shatter and crumble —- she would not be a piece in his game. she’s the one calling the shots.
the tide knows when to recede from engulfing shores of discomfort - SHE ISN’T WHO HE’S AFTER, ANYWAY. when the ice queen herself snipped the cord of cordiality, of further played - out ignorance, he counts it as a blessing. any lightness on his face reduces to nothing ; nothing clear anyway.
“ just wondering if heroes actually have a quota, or if it’s just whenever there’s a bad guy popping up. if not, “ the gun tucked at its holder beneath his arm shifts as he does, arms loosely folded. “ there a way you can send some over to me ? ( this time his smirk returns. ) doesn’t make the hunting as fun, but there’re some sacrifices you just gotta make. “ he was tight on cash.
icebild asked *drop’s a box of minion tic tacs* aaahhh my minions! theres minions everywhere. *bends over seductively to pick up a minion* *bends over seductively to pick up a minion* *bends over seductively to pick up a minion * *bends over seductively to pick up a minion*
‘ fate ? ‘ the word danced at the tip of her tongue, slipping out of her lips, victim to the air. fingers played with the tips of her hair, eyes half - lidded in what seemed to be laziness.
fated to be a hero forever ? to never reach her dream ? maybe.
‘ like fate could catch me. ‘ she laughs, the angels choke. ‘ now that’s funny. ‘
nonchalance is a mutual friend in both ; his eyes don’t glisten like the ice that stems from her fingertips, he does not regard the NEXT heroes in a holy light as the citizens here do : their halos are removable, their skin is touchable. they only have extra perks to themselves is all.
“ maybe, but we can never really tell ‘til it happens, won’t we ?“ ominousness sprouts from his planted words, as dirtied hands of a messier life slip in his pocket. cigarette smoke only continues to rise. “ not knowing makes the chase a lot more fun. “
