05-16-2021, 05:53 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]He was a lesson in fluidity. A beast in repose, tangled up in silk and all things glamorous and beautiful. He was beautiful when people would stand and watch him in awe; whether it was his power and glory that made him so prepossessing or the silver tongue as charming as a snake’s as he weaved the most alluring of words to fool any person, he barely knew himself. It was his natural warmth like the comfort of sun rays, and that metallic, hollow laugh with those toothy, fake grins of his that lead many to underestimate his potential. The danger of a man so unassuming that no one would ever expect to find him to be as volatile as he really was.
The only thing more terrifying than a violent man was a violent man without the warning signs.
It was easy to see his appeal in the way he walked, the way he warped the minds of those who’d bend over backwards to please him because they always assumed that their relationship would go both ways, the way that people would turn to watch the man who barely understood the kind of monster he had slowly evolved to become. It was the danger of ambition; it always looked ugly in its extreme, but Teddy made it look so good with his stylish flair and beautiful slicked back blond locks.
And as he stood in the boutique, gussying himself up in the mirror before taking a couple of steps back to admire his clothing, from the outside no one would ever be able to predict the sort of terror he could instill in those who knew what he was capable of. Like a ticking time bomb that they’d hold close to their chest, nurture and cherish as if that would prevent the inevitable from happening. One day they’d step out of line, leave Teddy feeling unhappy, and they’d regret it when he’d erupt. But they still treated him like royalty all the same as if they were attached to him under duress. As if they not only idolised him, but feared him just as much.
❝ It looks so good on you, Teddy. ❞ A woman stood in the boutique nearby Teddy, watching the way he looked intently at the blazer they were fitting on him. It was exactly his style, the muted navy blazer left unbuttoned to reveal an off-white dress shirt with two or three buttons left undone. His beige trousers were fitted precisely, leg length just perfect to reveal his favourite leather loafers. Lip twitched, Teddy’s face quickly falling as he gazed at himself dully in the mirror before he mumbled, ❝ Don’t stand there and lie to me. ❞ With an exaggerated frown twisting at his features, Teddy turned his head to look across at her, the woman’s lips parted as she tried to form the right words with her mouth.
As if she believed that those words would be her last.
❝ I can hear it in your voice. So fucking monotonous. Ya don’t even know what you’re talking ‘bout. ❞ ❝ No, the blazer. It’s nice on you, Teddy! ❞ She tried to correct her tone, Teddy releasing a stressed sigh before looking back at himself in the mirror. ❝ It doesn’t fit me right. The sleeves are too long. Much too long, I can’t wear this out. ❞ In the reflection of the mirror, Teddy watched the way the woman cautiously walked behind him before nearing the side of his shoulder to peer over into the mirror. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, eyes darting across his frame, before peering up to him.
❝ It’s nothing that can’t be tailored to fit you better. ❞ She reasoned gently, soon looking over her shoulder as she heard people entering the boutique. ❝ Don’t you think Teddy looks good in this blazer? Just need to fix the length of the sleeves, but that’s an easy job. ❞ Teddy didn’t move from his position, instead flitting his gaze up into the reflection to look at whoever had just walked into the boutique behind him. As if he was awaiting reassurance that he truly did look as good as the woman beside him so desperately insisted.
The only thing more terrifying than a violent man was a violent man without the warning signs.
It was easy to see his appeal in the way he walked, the way he warped the minds of those who’d bend over backwards to please him because they always assumed that their relationship would go both ways, the way that people would turn to watch the man who barely understood the kind of monster he had slowly evolved to become. It was the danger of ambition; it always looked ugly in its extreme, but Teddy made it look so good with his stylish flair and beautiful slicked back blond locks.
And as he stood in the boutique, gussying himself up in the mirror before taking a couple of steps back to admire his clothing, from the outside no one would ever be able to predict the sort of terror he could instill in those who knew what he was capable of. Like a ticking time bomb that they’d hold close to their chest, nurture and cherish as if that would prevent the inevitable from happening. One day they’d step out of line, leave Teddy feeling unhappy, and they’d regret it when he’d erupt. But they still treated him like royalty all the same as if they were attached to him under duress. As if they not only idolised him, but feared him just as much.
❝ It looks so good on you, Teddy. ❞ A woman stood in the boutique nearby Teddy, watching the way he looked intently at the blazer they were fitting on him. It was exactly his style, the muted navy blazer left unbuttoned to reveal an off-white dress shirt with two or three buttons left undone. His beige trousers were fitted precisely, leg length just perfect to reveal his favourite leather loafers. Lip twitched, Teddy’s face quickly falling as he gazed at himself dully in the mirror before he mumbled, ❝ Don’t stand there and lie to me. ❞ With an exaggerated frown twisting at his features, Teddy turned his head to look across at her, the woman’s lips parted as she tried to form the right words with her mouth.
As if she believed that those words would be her last.
❝ I can hear it in your voice. So fucking monotonous. Ya don’t even know what you’re talking ‘bout. ❞ ❝ No, the blazer. It’s nice on you, Teddy! ❞ She tried to correct her tone, Teddy releasing a stressed sigh before looking back at himself in the mirror. ❝ It doesn’t fit me right. The sleeves are too long. Much too long, I can’t wear this out. ❞ In the reflection of the mirror, Teddy watched the way the woman cautiously walked behind him before nearing the side of his shoulder to peer over into the mirror. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, eyes darting across his frame, before peering up to him.
❝ It’s nothing that can’t be tailored to fit you better. ❞ She reasoned gently, soon looking over her shoulder as she heard people entering the boutique. ❝ Don’t you think Teddy looks good in this blazer? Just need to fix the length of the sleeves, but that’s an easy job. ❞ Teddy didn’t move from his position, instead flitting his gaze up into the reflection to look at whoever had just walked into the boutique behind him. As if he was awaiting reassurance that he truly did look as good as the woman beside him so desperately insisted.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .