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^{slim, rapt fingers dance through brunette locks contemplatively as a flower of confidence in this idea bloomed within; quite the genuine remark being interpreted through the male’s words, tone be damned. a twinge of disappointment fluttered in the corner of dry lips however, as she eyed frank’s refracted visage in the opposite mirror, an undeniable stature of boredom evident through even her fogged vision.} 

^{emerald eyes dropped to the brightly tinted woodwork of her dresser, plaintive sigh tumbling over the edge of her very s o u l              containing a thousand heartfelt, questioning words she knew were BETTER left unspoken. ( for WHO’S sake columbia believed however, remains unknown )}

^{but the moment was over as quickly as it had lasted; the switch had been flipped, burning desire for him - her - THEM, and everything they were bubbling through columbia’s veins and stoking the female onwards in determination to make sure she didn’t become just another pitiful tale. it would not do well to dwell on the tendrils of DOUBT, the if’s of the situation, it was proving those worries wrong that really mattered here … she just had to keep on trucking.} 

 ^{a fox’s grin worked it’s way across the female’s features, crinkling in the corners of wide eyes and through the fluttering edges of her lips as she turned, finally, to face the other. any previously displayed vulnerability had become but smoke in the wind, present, yet invisible to the naked eye.} 

^{“ aw, you’re sweet. ” DELICATE footsteps patted across wooden flooring with columbia gliding towards her side of the gaudy bed and situating herself ‘pon silken sheets with no where near as much poise as frank; all crossed legs and childish deportment. “ downtown denton, there’s this real PRIMA place that does all these wacky kinda colours for your hair as well        i thought it’d be sorta groovy to get something like that done too ! like, it’d be interesting ! ”}

  features still bear a placid facade, even when quickly-shifting attention sifts back onto
  manicured digits. he’s growing IMPATIENT ––– to not be paid any attention is to drive
  him up the wall, especially when he can count on the groupie giving him anything &
  everything he desires. her true feelings for him leak through her every expression – who
  can blame him for taking advantage of something so truly NAIVE? 

  her emotions are on his marionette strings; they’re the warmed clay in the rivets of his
  palms –––– manipulated to his every WHIM, with a disregard for any shrapnel exfoliated
  in his volatile wake. & when he spies the vulnerability in columbia’s words –– when he
listens to what she speaks of, instead of glossing her over as an OBJECT of affection &
  no more –– he smells a pristine opportunity. a HEART, after all, was meant to be played.

  a grimace pulls facial muscles tight as columbia makes herself comfortable on the bed,
  with a complete lack of grace. she acknowledges his EMPTY compliment & that strained
  expression doesn’t relax, but pushes itself into something close to resemblance of a
smile –––– albeit a pained one. & his tone is, again, without enthusiasm. ❛ you’ll have
  to get riff raff to take you into town sometime, then. you give me the word, & i’ll give the
COMMAND. ❜