a dare with a twist { bellamy x mauve }
Jun 8, 2021 5:35:36 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 8, 2021 5:35:36 GMT -5
* * *Bellamy Scott was an interesting fella. He moved around the train with a notebook in hand, scribbling away as he carefully observed his surroundings. He had peeked Mauves interest, and for his sake, that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Atticus Manor had found that out, and Mauve was sure he would not forget her anytime soon. The first thing about him that had piqued her interest was when he had volunteered for the Nixon kid, it was almost as if he was volunteering to be in the casket that she rode home with in a few weeks time.
Maybe she could turn him into her next project, a handsome fella for her darling sister. He was Beth's type, curious eyes and sharp lines.
She followed him into the dinning carriage, picking up a few olives. She pushes one into her mouth, leaning against the door frame as Bellamy exams something carefully. He doesn't pay much attention to her, his gaze flicking in her direction every now and then. He had barely spoken a word to her, and she couldn't quite help wondering had Atticus got to him first? Warning him to be careful around her, scared that she might snap and break something that could not be fixed.
Growing impatient by his lack of attention she throws an olive at him, watching as it looped high before knocking him on the forehead. It was a chilli garlic olive, and she was disappointed that she missed his eye. An chilli olive to the forehead does not burn the same way one to the eye might have. She tosses another one at him, aiming for his ear, only for it to land uselessly on his shoulder, leaving an oily useless wound as evidence.
"Whats the deal with the notepad?"