〔 ㅤ wednesday accepted the bucket with a glance sharp enough to slice through skin. she turned it slowly in her hands, black and white stripes catching the glow of the candles and fairy lights. of course he’d altered it. ㅤ 𓇬
〔 ㅤ her eyes, when they slid back to the screen, they carried the faintest gleam. amusement, curiosity, something darker ┈ something he’d clearly won, whether she spoke it aloud or not. ㅤ 〕ㅤ 𓇬
Good. This is a first. No one had ever gone through these lengths for her. And he wanted to be the one, the only one to hold that title. To blow every other contender out of the water. He’s incredibly aware of Thorpe carrying a torch for her (it’s obvious).
〔 ㅤ this time, the corners of her lips fully betrayed her as they pulled up into a stunned grin. not as big compared to other people, and still no teeth showing, but still wider then he had seen it. ㅤ 〕
〝⠀ good ⠀job. ⠀〞ㅤ 𓇬