𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋
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In which, a young girl who's one of two of the Beaulieu sisters meets a hip thrusting singer. her sister shows much interest in elvis, while sophia does not...
DONT BE CRUEL x elvis presley
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A M E R I C A
—ELVIS SAT SOPHIA on the edge of the large vanity in his bathroom. Sophia fiddled with the pyjamas that Elvis had given her after her unfortunate fall.
Elvis hummed a tune as he dampened a cloth in the sink.
"What were you doing?" Sophia pointed at the soaking cloth in his hand noticing it dripping back into the sink.
Elvis cleared his throat, smiling down at Sophia. "Cleanin' you up." He softy puts in a boyish voice.
"Don't." She flinched back as his hand drew the cloth close to the blood dripped on her face.
The blood had left a long dark line of rouge from her forehead to cheek. The sticky red substance making her look as if she'd been attacked.
Elvis quirks an eyebrow as she turns around to look at herself in the large mirror. "I think it makes me look cool, don't you?"
"Cool? You've got blood stuck to the side of your face." He chuckled loudly admiring the large streak of blood which seemed to be drying rapidly. "Now quit movin'."
Sophia moved the strands of hair out of her face to reveal the shallow cut on the top of her forehead. "Pretty badass if you ask me." She nods in approval.
"Are you gonna let me do this or not?"
Sophia turned back to face him letting him grasp her chin and bring the towel to her face.
One swipe and Sophia was already making a fuss over nothing.
"OW!" She shrieked after one clean swipe at the top of her head. She squirmed in his loose grasp.
"Quit movin', you're making it worse." He moves her head back over to face him.
"OW! You're pressing too hard." Elvis rolls his eyes at her dramatics, "Here, let me do it." She moves his hand away from her face and takes the towel.
She turns to look at herself in the dark mirror. Sophia met his gaze in the mirror with a goofy smile, "You know maybe I should go downstairs and show everyone my new look."
"You ain't goin' no where looking like that."
"Watch me."
Sophia hops off the counter stubbornly, before even reaching the door a large hand grasps onto her arm and turns her around. Her back hits the door lightly but enough to startle her slightly.
