#𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. rosamaria ferreira.

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starter.               alexei astor and rosamaria ferreira.

❛ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 . 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . i thought nando was taking the piss when he told me you were here . ❜ whatever warm laughter that might've been shared between them was long gone , replaced by a laughter that seemed almost foreign to the air around it . despite his humoured look , there was an obvious patronising tone to his words , and he leaned against the nearby wall with a sharp air of superiority . ❛ you can't just follow me around forever , as much as i know you'd love to . ❜

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starter.               𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊  𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊.

𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎  𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎  ,  a  look  of  sheer  disgust  very  obviously  etched  into  his  features  .  he  swirled  the  golden  liquid  around  as  if  it  would  make  a  difference  to  his  dislike  of  it  ,  muttering  some  words  under  his  breath  as  he  did  so  .     ❛  has  he  made  sure  that  dilan  remembers  he  exists  yet  ?  can  we  GO  now  ?  ❜

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alexei watches her like a blood starved beast . there is something so inhuman about his glare , something so disconnected from the normal human experience that it's hard to completely place . his glare is small , and for a long time he allows an uncomfortable silence to hang between them as he steps towards her , unimpressed by her words on the surface but something more dangerous bubbled beneath . fear . ❛ i won't hold my breath . ❜ the words eventually break the silence and the grandiose confidence and bile behind them does well to hide the trickle of concern that had begun to seep down his spine . in another moment , his face shifts again , the smirk reappearing in place of the abject disgust as he turns on his heels . ❛ see you around , groupie . ❜ are the words he chooses to throw over his shoulder in nonchalance before disappearing around the corner .

" you should look in a mirror before talking about someone's ego, alexei, " his name leaves her lips like a dart in his direction. from the moment they met, rosa had never called him by that. it had always been nicknames, but now she had drawn the line on that. she was sure it didn't mean anything to him, but for her, it was a big step in wanting to stop the control he had over her even still. she takes a step towards him, arms crossed still in front of her and her eyes are trained on his, mustering all of her strength to not crumble or show any more weakness. " unfortunately for you, you made me good to a certain point … and i refined everything you taught me, " she smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes and she sighs, " and if you think slut shaming me will get me out, it won't. i like my boys and my band. " " and now, proving you wrong. "

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alexei's face suddenly drops . all previous humour , no matter how hollow or cold it may have been , drains from his features with an almost lightning quickness . ❛ what makes you think you're good enough ? ❜ perhaps it had been the comment about his ego . it was , after all , as fragile as glass and prone to shattering . the issue was , when alexei's ego shattered it wasn't him who was hurt by the shrapnel , it was anyone in his vicinity . even so , it was more than that . he felt that same disgust bubbling up once again that had appeared when he first heard that she was here , sharing a stage with him . sharing his stage . ❛ you should deflate that ego of yours before it hurts your feelings . ❜

she sighs with her head hanging low as she listens to his awful comments, the ones that shouldn't affect her the way they do. if it was anyone else, any other man, rosa's reaction would have been so different from the one she was displaying ; but alexei wasn't any other person. as much as she hated to admit it, he was her first love and that still had some weight in her brain and heart. looking back at him, her eyes are sad though she still stands strong enough in front of him. " if the roles were reversed, lex, i would have been proud to be sharing a stage with someone who got good enough from my teaching … not a hurt ego, " she takes a deep breath and cross her arms as some sort of armour for his next jab, " and you should leave since you don't want to maintain any closeness, as i sure don't want it either. "

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amused , he chuckled as she spoke . ❛ cute . was it that kind of stupid naivete that got you promoted from groupie to drummer ? ❜ it boiled his blood that she was here , but he knew how to keep her in her place . if there was one skill he had learned from his father , it was how to establish a hierarchy and maintain it – he certainly wasn't going to let rosa and her two idiots affect that in any way . ❛ oh , i have no intention of maintaining any sense of closeness with you , i just wanted to see with my own eyes if you finally managed to fuck your way to the top . guess you did . ❜

her eyes meet his for the first time in months, and the voidness in those hues she used to admire for hours on end makes her stomach churn. rosa had been dreading this meeting since her eyes first landed on the complete lineup for the tour. " well, my band got signed before yours. so who really is following the other, huh ?? " she bites back, already waiting for another patronizing comment to part his lips and trying to make her feel like she is the smallest woman he ever crossed paths with. " i know it is hard for you to be a decent person these days, but how about you keep your distance from me ?? " the drummer adds before he can quip, mimicking him by leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, " you go on your way, and i go on mine, lex. "