; glory and gore [1]

T W E N T Y ; SUN

__________There's a rythm in your heart...

Sky as blue as her friend's eyes, both of them rekindling their undying banter over the most insignificant pieces of information. Blue like the ice cream hold by Kevin, a joy after the two merciless wrestlers graced of a fake gratitude the kids waiting for them at the panel, reclaiming awkward hugs and laying their greasy fingers on the Superstars.

Bright sun warms up Banks' freil and bare shoulders, as its yellow collides with the blue of the childish object inside of Owens' tense grip, merging to offer a beautiful vegetal landscape to walk through.

"Did you even congratulate him on the win afterwards ?" A husky voice mocks Sasha's pitiful attitude as she's still unable to face Zayn, let along to address the smallest of word to him.

"There were cameras everywhere, I couldn't offer to break keyfabe after that speech Vince gave to you." Lies escape through her lethal crimson lips, constantly attempting to lure Mankind to the most twisted places.

A sarcastic Kevin mimics her overly theatrical gesture, still ashtonished about the idea such a vicious entity could experience the slightest of fear while encountering such a harmless human being.

Sami could prove to be extremely annoying to the Canadian, especially since the ginger's outrageously blissful personality would always clash with his cynical methods, but outside of the ring there were nothing menacing about him, ever.

A buzzing prevents Sasha from continuing her pointless debate and, as her dark eyes lay on the screen of her cellphone, she can almost feel the shadow of Owens peeking through before he lets go of an excessive sigh.

"Your tastes in men couldn't be lower." He makes sure to point out, observing with disgust the pictures sent by one third of their impactful alliance : Emma.

The sole sight of his face awakes Mercedes' pureness in a second. He's sleeping, probably oblivious about the war that's about to rage, his features so harmonious you'd swear God took an extra time to model him.

It appears out of question to Banks to fall for such a triviality whilst Mercedes' eyes are glued to the heavenly portrait.

A text is sent to her right on time to save her from drowning in the trap of her hypnotic feelings.

emma ; "need you. behind our hotel. now."

An interrogative look rapidly draws itself all over Kevin's face whilst Sasha slowly raises her brow, intrigued by the mystery her acolyte is carrying.

Both the exhausted monsters eventually part ways, one's looking for catering whilst the second is looking for answers to the questions raised by the hazy situation.

She cautiously takes place on the unexpected bench positioned in front of her. It seems old yet resistant, damaged but not breaking and whilst she notices its details, she can't help but pull parallels between the current state of her glory's quest.