Nobody walks headfirst into ruination. You should at least have the decency to make me hate you first.
( eugh. she’s practically smitten. )
If you were less kind, you’d be thinking how stuck up I am, to look how I look and have the audacity to complain. But you’re not, so I imagine you’re thinking about every thought you’ve had in my presence, and how much of an ass you’ve made of yourself, and whether or not I know how much you want me. If it helps, you haven’t thought anything awful that I’ve seen. And I don’t need telepathy to know the rest.
i know you like when i'm a good boy, but given you want to be feared... i'm guessing it's not just that. something about me makes you want to be soft. you don't seem like a woman who's gotten a lot of opportunity to be soft
It’s much better than being dull, you have to admit.
( a brief, one two pause. parisa, taken aback that anyone might think softness of her — she is, by far, largely seen as some kind of ice queen, and she appreciates that role because it means people see her as impenetrable. what tender spot eddie has apparently seen in her, is not something she herself was aware of. worthy of further inspection, at the very least. )
I wouldn’t say it’s a lack of opportunity. ( she is, after all, married. if she wanted, she could be barefoot and pregnant. she could probably grow to love her husband one day. ) I’d rather be something powerful, than something gentle. When your looks are what you are, you aren’t much of anything at all, really.
i think i get that. i mean, people judge me for my looks and my last name all the time. i just play into it as a fuck you to them, so they don't get to see the real me deep down
i think you can be both with the right people. powerful, gentle. they don't have to be two seperate things
so i was in a band, corroded coffin, can you picture it? me as a guitarist and front man. i wrote our songs. we were a small town band but we were good. good enough that a talent scout had us audition for a big LA producer and everything. there was just one thing... a little catch. take a guess
nah needed money but i was a trailer park kid no one would hire for legit work and then my old man rolled up with a crazy ass scheme to rob a drug lord
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( eugh. she’s practically smitten. )
If you were less kind, you’d be thinking how stuck up I am, to look how I look and have the audacity to complain. But you’re not, so I imagine you’re thinking about every thought you’ve had in my presence, and how much of an ass you’ve made of yourself, and whether or not I know how much you want me.
If it helps, you haven’t thought anything awful that I’ve seen. And I don’t need telepathy to know the rest.
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that's probably too kind a read of it. i do wonder though. if you know? what you want?
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What do you think I want, if you had to guess?
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i know you like when i'm a good boy, but given you want to be feared... i'm guessing it's not just that. something about me makes you want to be soft. you don't seem like a woman who's gotten a lot of opportunity to be soft
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( a brief, one two pause. parisa, taken aback that anyone might think softness of her — she is, by far, largely seen as some kind of ice queen, and she appreciates that role because it means people see her as impenetrable. what tender spot eddie has apparently seen in her, is not something she herself was aware of. worthy of further inspection, at the very least. )
I wouldn’t say it’s a lack of opportunity. ( she is, after all, married. if she wanted, she could be barefoot and pregnant. she could probably grow to love her husband one day. ) I’d rather be something powerful, than something gentle. When your looks are what you are, you aren’t much of anything at all, really.
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i think i get that. i mean, people judge me for my looks and my last name all the time. i just play into it as a fuck you to them, so they don't get to see the real me deep down
i think you can be both with the right people. powerful, gentle. they don't have to be two seperate things
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( not remotely true, but it's the right Mean Girl™ thing to say )
Are you less of a rockstar deep down?
Well. You're very cute, Munson. I'll give you that.
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nah, that’s me
wanna hear a fucked up story about my brush with stardom
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( "last time"? hm. )
Yes, I do.
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so i was in a band, corroded coffin, can you picture it? me as a guitarist and front man. i wrote our songs. we were a small town band but we were good. good enough that a talent scout had us audition for a big LA producer and everything. there was just one thing... a little catch. take a guess
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( presumably — ) You had to sleep with someone for it?
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gross
nah
needed money
but i was a trailer park kid no one would hire for legit work and then my old man rolled up with a crazy ass scheme to rob a drug lord