OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[grifted]

[ He squeezes her hand in return, the smile upon his face small, but nothing short of sincere. ] Never even considered it, [ he tells her, almost hapless in the way that he speaks. He'd never really expected anyone like her to wander into his life, never expected that he'd ever have any sort of constant. But she had, and it had been nothing if not for the better. ]

Just gotta hope some other guy doesn't come in and steal you away from me too soon.

[scammed]

[ That sincerity warms her heart more than she ever really will admit out loud. It's rare to meet anyone sincere on the Strip and even rarer still for her to enjoy their company. It's pleasant. ] It's not nice to tell a lie to your Lady Luck, Presley, [ she teases with no real malice. She knows that he's telling her the truth and that he really hasn't ever considered it. Priscilla would be lying if she said she ever imagined having someone like him in her life in the way he is, but there he was, a constant presence that some might call a guard, but she forever calls him a partner. ]

You worry too much that I'm gonna up an leave you and you'll become far too wrinkly before your time. If I wanted to leave you I would've done it a while ago. You're stuck with me and you're just going to have to deal with it.