CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN

[dondarrion]

prompt eight | R U I N dressing-room style. closed to rog.

 

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[biter]

[ There aren't any boys at the Academy. Just girls, even though there's a good share of them who're just as ballsy and as brash (only with tits). Polly Q's one of them, which means she likes talk — which means, at the end of the day, that she's ultimately harmless. Sure, names can sting and bites can leave a mark, but it's never anything worse than a skin-deep flaw. Other girls, nasty girls, do more than pull hair. They break hearts, they ruin lives, they take and they take and they take. Polly Q isn't like those girls because she doesn't know how that works, because she isn't selfish enough. (What she's good at is taunt, taunt, taunt and nobody gets it worse than Barry fucking Weiss.)

She hooks her fingers in the beltloops of her jeans and tugs down roughly, hard enough to expose the very top of her panties. Neon yellow and blue tiger stripe wink out at Barry as she makes a sneering sort of noise at him. ]

Know they're absolute shit right now, champ. An' ain't a goddamn thing you can do 'bout it.

[blitzes]

[ If pressed, he couldn't really tell you why he loves her. Maybe it's because of that bite, maybe it's because she's fucking fit, maybe it's because she can give as good as she gets, maybe it's because she isn't selfish enough (and as stupid as some think he is, Barry isn't the dullest crayon in the box).

Whatever it is, it isn't the sort of thing he's ever tried to quantify, or to really stop to think over.

He doesn't really stop to think now, either, when he reaches out to grab at her wrists, staying his ground instead of running away. ]

Isn't, blondie. Not ain't.