misterwhitewinter:

        _{“I asked you for a favor and you did it. I’m not…mad or anything.”}

            _{{he heavily doubted his opinion of her was what she was worried about, but he still felt like he needed to reassure her of that. okay, he may have been scared shitless by the brutality even he didn’t know she was capable of, but she’d done exactly as he’d asked her to. in fact, there hadn’t even been any reason for her to pretend to be his girlfriend. she could’ve marched in as a third party and gotten the same desired effect.}

    _{still, he reached into the cabinets and pulled out two plates. he really wasn’t mad, just maybe a little bit wary. no reason for elsa to go running with her tail tucked between her legs, right?}}

                    _{“It’s just food. You’re acting like I’m asking you to be my real girlfriend.”}

           _{{after that display he’s consoling her. how absurd. how ridiculous. how resolve crumblingly kind. can’t he stop? he’d make her life so much easier if he’d just quit it. but he can’t. it’s part of who he is. a trait of his she’s even grown fond of but now isn’t the time to value character. now she’s made a decision and she must follow through with it.}

                  _{there has never been the option of backing out. there is only end it sooner, end it later, or end it now. fingers run back through her hair, inhaling deeply as if trying to calm down when really she is carefully choosing words that could give a man frostbite.}}

                _{“You’re just some brat. And I felt bad for you so I’ve been playing along with this buddy buddy game but asking favors? Getting a little big for your britches, don’t you think? It’s not the food, it’s – ”}

              _{{there’s real hesitation, she chokes on the words. they catch in her throat as if her body knows she has no real desire to say them but she tries to end it as firmly as she began.}}

                                                   _{"you. I’m done with you.“}