#* ft: lacey zhao.

[bcrgondy]

michael twists his mouth and smiles —-    but his smiles never quite seem like smiles at all ;  they’re the kind of thing you do with your mouth when you know everyone is watching .    they feel empty ,   and devoid of anything human or genuine ,    like you could peel them off his face and find his real mouth hiding underneath ,   unmoving .    sometimes he thinks that’s the real reason lacey can’t stand him —-   because some part of her can see underneath that smile ,   underneath the veiled pretense everyone’s so eager to fill their bellies with ,    and it makes her uneasy ,   and it makes her curious .   sometimes ,    he thinks she’s the only one who does .     maybe that’s why he’s here —  hounding her ,   thrusting intimacy where there should be none .    “     copious amounts .     ”      he instigates ,    shamelessly ,    hickory eyes unmoving —  set on her like a bird of prey —    he brushes his knuckle underneath the jut of her chin ,  gently tipping it backwards as if trying to read her ,   trying to drill a hole through her skull ,   find out what’s hiding underneath .       “      mmm    [      …     ]       you think your boyfriend’s cheating .     ”

brown hues watches as cigarette returns back upon his those parted lips, head tilting to the side -- eyes lingering for a split second before realization struck that she been staring at him for a little too long. question after question she's beginning to feel as if she were under interrogation -- knot between her brows never really leaving. suspicions takes over her features. "okay.. who the hell are you and what have you done to michael dickhead androshchuk?" wariness takes over, unsure what prompt the sudden interaction. "didn't realize you were losing so much sleep because of me," eyes bats at him in innocent manner, teasing tone slowly follows as she withheld a chuckle. femme steps back as whiffs of smoke leaves his lips, "go ahead and take a guess," shrugs as fingers twiddles -- finding that there's no way he could possibly guess what's wrong.

[bcrgondy]

spindly digits flash in the dark like highway signs  ,   palms unraveling in feigned surrender —  cigarette held perfectly still between his lips ;    so much for truce .    though ,   it seems her hostility does little to dissuade him from prying .     “       what’s gotten you into such a shit mood anyways ?    ”     those deceptively warm ,   virulent mocha eyes find her through the shadows ,   full of inquisitiveness —    maybe it’s that he can’t stand   competition .      “      i don’t like things i can’t understand .    keeps me up at night .     ”     the timbre of his voice is low ,   calm ,   and forever treacherous .   as he leans forward —  that unwavering gaze never moving as he does ,  the edge of his lips pucker to blow a faint wisp of smoke against the silhouette lips in silent provocation .    “      what’s gotten under your skin ?     are you gonna tell me —      or should i guess the whole night ?       ”

"fuck off, i'm not in the mood to deal with your annoying ass self today." lacey snaps before fully taking in his words -- once they finally registered, she pauses brows furrows as she looks up at him nose crinkling in disgusted. "i don't smoke, i like my lungs thank you very much." arms crosses over her chest as she lets out a sigh -- not really in the mood to even put up a fight with the other. "why do you care all of a sudden? i mean -- if everybody likes you, as you mentioned -- then you shouldn't have an issue with me hating you."