ibrokeheaven:

                I want to mark you ^up

    Make you mine

But I have to behave

                              Though I never was,

                 Very good at behaving…

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— Corrupted hues opened.

                                                                            And with no force.

  He pulled away, Maybe a smirk

                                                                 On his broken aspect.

 ❝Nice-❞

                                                                   How lovely did those delicate lips

 Felt against his own. 

                     _{—-Oh that broken smile.
                                           Shining through dim light and chaos.
                         A sin.
                                   Yet, she spoke… Tried to.
                                            ’ Coy—- Oddly so cocky. ’
                     An utterance of broken sentences. Same as she.
                                                 Stuck in this mad, ^mad world.}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— Maybe the feeling of porcelain lips,

   Touching his bruised ones.

                                                                Made him go insane, More than he already was.

  This was better than he expected, The clinging of shirts.

                                                  Soft hums being exchanged between one another. 

                 _{—-It was the lack of breath that caused her to pull away.
                                                 Heaving through    corrupted       lungs
                                 A loss for words.
                                          There were only honey eyes and puffy pink lips.}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— ❝Hopefully, I can find out some of those things.❞

                                                                   Tragic pick up lines.

     His specialty. 

                                              ❝Or maybe you can tell me.❞

      The continuous amount of flirting.

                           And finally, He did one thing many women DESIRED from him.

                                                          A kiss. 

               _{—-Time halted, of course the ticking in the room told her otherwise. Either way she was frozen, though eyelids closed over honey irises and she relaxed considerably against his lips.
                                                                   Desire.
That explained a lot of it. The overwhelming beat of her heart and the breathing hitched in her lungs. Of course she desired him.}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— ❝Liar.❞Maybe he leaned in closer, destroying her personal space.

               _{—-She crosses her arms, despite the lack of breathing that had become a thing, apparently. Stubborn.
                          ’ I am many things, Tyler, but I am no liar. ’}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— ❝Cheesy superman joke, Alright.❞

                                                The sweet ｓｏｕｎｄ of nervousness. 

                            ❝You nervous?❞

                  _{Yes. ’ Hm? No– I’m fine. ’
         —-She swore her heart stopped.}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— ❝Superman joke?❞

                                           Wasn’t that adorable.

                 _{’ Mm– Call me cheesy. ’
         —-Another laugh, whether from a sort of nervous embarrassment or genuine humor. Whatever, she’d been nervous the moment he walked through her door.}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— ❝Sadly, It is.❞

            Ｍaybe something about his looks or those bruises on his skin that told a                     story, Ａnd there was. Ｂut he didn’t want to talk about them or how he got                     them.

                 _{’ Alright, alright. You don’t have to tell me who Clark Kent is ’
       —-She’s been watching too much television really. Or maybe it was the stimulation of old time stories that had once brought her joy. Whatever.}