misterwhitewinter:

        _{{he falls silent almost instantly, any protests that would’ve formed dying on his lips even as his eyes fell low to avoid meeting hers, though he doubts that would happen even if he did look up. it’s not much of a secret how sensitive he is, but he still ignores the pricking of tears as he stands up against the wall and climbs back into the house. the girl has started knocking now.}

    _{fine. he’ll get away from her. but damn her if she thinks she can just treat him like this for no reason. it takes a deep breath and patting down the wrinkles in his clothes to gather enough courage to open the door, and arms are immediately around his neck when he does. she can’t see his obvious grimace with her face pressed into his shoulder.}}

                _{“Whoa! H-Hey there… Um…”}

            _{{she was the one who wanted to cry here. she didn’t need to look at him to know her words had done their job. his silence was proof enough of that. her mental pep talk was doing absolutely nothing for her and damn it all if she wasn’t leaving him to the awkward situation she’d promised to help him with in the first place.}

       _{but the moment he’d stepped off the fire escape, she relaxed. which was stupid as the whole fucking thing froze over. tired hands came up to rub her face. this was good, she told herself, a chance to sever ties she shouldn’t have made in the first place. he wanted this girl gotten rid of? she’d get rid of her. her entry into the house is quiet and for once Elsa looks almost exactly how she feels}

                                                                                                 _{– she looks like a storm.}}

                   _{"He’s spoken for, sweetheart. He’s just too stupidly nice to let you know himself so it’s my job. Lets list a few of the reasons why I’m so much better than you. One, I’m rich. Two, I’m a CEO. Three, I’m a hell of a lot prettier than you and four, he likes me better. If you get it get lost because I’m sure tired of looking at you and it’s been – what? five seconds?“}