i can't say you're a good man {roe/arcadia} day 5, d2 suite
Dec 16, 2023 0:25:13 GMT -5
Post by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait on Dec 16, 2023 0:25:13 GMT -5
“I am so sick of seeing your face,” turns out fifteen floors aren’t enough to distance us from each other.
Every time I see Roe Daniels, my day gets worse. I develop new wrinkles. Migraines prickle behind my eyes. He’s been the bane of my existence since arriving in the Capitol – the undercurrent of my misery, coming to a head the moment he lit the bomb that killed Tigs.
This is beyond personal now.
Vin isn’t here to protect him – just like how Nessa and Tigs aren’t here to protect me. Maybe it’s fate.
Fate, I guess that’s what they call kissing killers and swapping poison.
I wonder what fate has in store for myself and Roe Daniels.
He sits gingerly, shifting his weight off of the leg I’d cut into. The side of my head throbs at the memory of his weapon.
“Should we get this over with now? Finish what we started?” Because I might just explode if I have to spend another day fighting alongside him, fighting against him, trying to figure out where the real enemy lies.
“Or we can kiss and make up instead, if you want. Blondes are more my type, but I’m not too picky.” My lips ache; he can read between the lines.
It doesn’t really matter what he does, what he says, right here, right now. This only ends one way for us, eventually.
“Just keep the explosives to yourself. Don’t want to go blowing up another floor, do we?”
Typical District Twelve.
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