☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.
ᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ
( ʟɪs ᴏᴄ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ )

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

"ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏᴡ."

♤ ɴᴏɴᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ʟɪs sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴄ

♤ 𝟷𝟾+ sʜɪᴘs

♤ ғᴄ: ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ ɢᴀʟʟᴀɢʜᴇʀ

ɪɴғᴏ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

Sharing is caring, gorgeous.

[* / 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙖 ! @notvortexd]

smoking a cigarette at a bench in the courtyard. eyes weary and bored.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

- that would cause anyone to crack. Even he almost did...frequently. )

I don't care what we do. As long as your eyes are on me.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

( Zander's hands unconsciously come to Dalton's chest, his gaze shifting upwards in a way that almost betrays a hint of guilt. More true than the other would know. )

Would that be so wrong?

( His breathing is heavy, his head tilting back. Dalton brought things out in him-

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

( Putting a hand on his hip, scrunching up his nose. Maybe it's the alcohol.)

What if I don't want you to?

(The redness in his face deepens a little.)

I have a blunt in my side pocket, if I need to sweeten the deal.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

// pathetic

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

( He straightens up, flashing a smile- something he's obviously known for doing- and puffs out his chest.)

When I'm right here? You wouldn't even have to convince me.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

(He cracks a smile, finally.)

I'm not used to being forward. You can be a little intimidating.

( Pausing, shaking his head.)

You're missing the appeal of it all. That's the point.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

You're my friend. It would've been awkward.

( Not the reason at all, but a good enough excuse. )

It is awkward now. Man, I should've worn a mask that covered.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

LISTEN.

( He's absolutely beet red.)

I'm kind of intoxicated, and the lights are low. Half the guys here are charming and flirty. I didn't know.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

I did not mean to be all up on you earlier. Shit.

( Awkward laughter. The clear mask certainly wasn't helping now.)

I didn't recognize you.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

(He furrows his brow at Dalton. He definitely knew more than he was letting on.

Oh shit, That's Dalton.)

Oh my god, That's you.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

No fucking way.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

He grins, cooking his head.

"Bold of you, sir, to think we wouldn't match in combat. Just because I can't bite you doesn't mean my hands aren't free."

He raised a hand to Dalton, pressing it lightly against his chest.

"Don't underestimate me, pretty boy."

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

He tilts his head, trying to discern the identity of the person in front of him.

The low light and the loud music didn't help. Neither did the fact he'd pregamed.

"Surprised that I was memorable enough. I think I've seen you..."

He cracks a smile.

"In a movie somewhere."

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

He's not trying to hide his identity in the slightest. That's clearly evident by the clear hannibal style mask he wears, akin to will graham's.

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

🫥

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

Girl what are you on about

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

💀

[☽︎ 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ☾︎ @HlGHR0LLR]

Call from my mom.

( That much is true, at least. Not that he intends to share details.)

She's kind of a bitch, don't know if I told you that.