ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ☼ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ xʏx ғᴀɴғɪᴄ ☼

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You should've known better, sweetheart.

☼

Verity probably should've understood this fundamental thing about her mess of a person.

     She sighed to herself for the nth time as she stared outside the black, empty expanse outside her little airplane window. In spite of what she was doing right now, Verity still believed that she was mainly a very logical person. She had a strong rationale. Her logic was present even during her most tumultuous emotional state.

     And no. She wasn't the type to let herself be strung around by anyone. She was always the one in control. She was the one stringing others along because she knew how to turn them into putty at her feet. Verity wasn't necessarily the worst at relationships, nor did she completely shy away from committing to relationships. But she wasn't often the type to be interested and to remain interested for long. For as many relationships as she found herself to be in, she wasn't a romantic. Hell, she grew up believing she'd only ever had one person who was truly capable of tolerating her romantically.

     Verity frowned at the barely visible reflection of herself against the darkened window. So what was it about that apparently Australian idiot? Was it his green eyes? That charming facade? Maybe even the cat? What about him constantly made random parts of her body tingle? Her face flush as if she'd been sitting under the sun at the beach in spite of the cool wind?

     For God's sake, he was a lawyer who liked tongue twisters. He made me practice tongue twisters because I wanted to impress him!

     You're so fucking embarrassing.

     She gritted her teeth to herself, almost not hearing the flight attendant that passed by her. Verity didn't bother holding back that same glare as the unbothered attendant quietly asked if she could close the window shade. She proceeded to ask if she had to, to which the attendant sighed a hesitant 'no'. The unfortunate attendant was unable to escape unscathed as Verity asked for a glass of red wine. She tried to ignore the fake smile as she turned away from the attendant, listening to the silent clicks of their heels against the carpeted ground.

     Verity slumped a little in her seat as she tried not to feel bad, especially when a large glass of glistening red wine was placed in her hand in a quick couple of minutes. Saying 'thank you' didn't make her any less of a very obviously shitty behavior though.

     She gulped down that glass of red wine before a different attendant came around, and she'd asked for another glass before they told her to close the window shade again.

     In the background of her distorting reality, while she stared blankly out in the nightly expanse suddenly starting to grow a little anxious, she started remembering his voice against the music.

     So baby come light me up. And maybe I'll let you on it.

     Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?

     A little bit dangerous.

     Pft. Haha...hahahaha...oh, you're adorable...

    But baby, that's how I want it.

     Okay, okay! How about this one?