not all love is gentle. sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. sometimes it feels like teeth.
we are nothing alike , I want nothing
to do with her .
( sensitive subject , his face had
nothing but disgust even imagining them
being alike —— he loved his sister ,
merely hated what she had become )
you've got a twin? god, i can't imagine you two getting along, especially if you both have the ego the size of the planet.
[words are spoken in pretend awe, as if he couldn't imagine there being another oliver walking around.]
stuck-up sister or obnoxious brother? I don't —
( that was enough to get a chuckle ,
tongue pressing against his the inside of
his cheek )
oh honey , that alone is enough to
boost my ego ~
( he teased , falling silent to listen )
. . .
you're okay sometimes. i can't let it go to your head, so i can't compliment you fully.
[amusement sparks briefly in his gaze and he leans back in his seat.] good. better now that my father isn't interfering. he seems to believe that even after i've spent all this time raising —
be whatever you want .. I’m not
welcomed most places when shit
gets heated , not too much of a
big deal —— & you’re okay in
my book , or whatever .
( casually flicking his lighter )
. .
[gaze shifts between the box, then upwards at the model, nose scrunching slightly. nothing is spoken, however, going back to tapping away on his tablet.]
okay, well just let me know. should i be flattered i was the first one you thought of coming to after your shit was —
( a little shake of the head , taking a
seat with one leg resting over the other.
a slender finger tapped against the top
of the cigarette box peeking out from
his jacket pocket )
I’m all set , had one before stopping by
im answering some important emails relating to my company, thank you. * 🙄
ugh —— fine. take a seat. you want a drink or anything? ill have someone bring it up for you.