You Know I Dealt with You the Nicest
Jan. 27th, 2016 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pimpcanesTom doesn't bother to hide the fact that he's jealous. He's never been the sort to conceal his petty anger, his frustrations. He wears them on his sleeve until they become personas of their own, entire personalities concocted of his snide asides and rolled eyes. He knows he's being a child, and he doesn't care.
It just seems unfair that his superpowers have come into wane just as she waltzed into pyrokinesis. The Capitol's got his on lock. They've neglected to mute hers.
Even in the bedroom, he can't help but notice it, the way everything feels cold and lifeless to him while steam comes in vaporous rivulets out her nostrils. They're midway through their third tumble of the day when she accidentally sets his beard ablaze, and he shoves her away just long enough to smother it in the blanket.
"Christ!" He pulls away, realizing his skin's blistered but not terribly ruined, and that his mustache, more importantly, is ruined on one side.
It just seems unfair that his superpowers have come into wane just as she waltzed into pyrokinesis. The Capitol's got his on lock. They've neglected to mute hers.
Even in the bedroom, he can't help but notice it, the way everything feels cold and lifeless to him while steam comes in vaporous rivulets out her nostrils. They're midway through their third tumble of the day when she accidentally sets his beard ablaze, and he shoves her away just long enough to smother it in the blanket.
"Christ!" He pulls away, realizing his skin's blistered but not terribly ruined, and that his mustache, more importantly, is ruined on one side.
