houseofxwolves:

_{❝Yes, because no one can say they’ve heard that one before.❞}

  _{There’s an evident irritation in his tone, not because he was allowing
  the others words to affect him but because he knew what influenced
  such misjudgments of whom lied beneath the fabricated skin his
  essence situated at the present moment.}  

  _{He doesn’t think himself lower than anyone, but he didn’t think himself
  better than another either. Arthur simply was, and he was content with
  such distinction.}

  _{They were distinct entities; one destined to face a similar fate as the other
   chose to mock, the one who’d served his purpose was simply surviving
   the fate designated to him by what he can only describe as cruel ruthless
   hands.}

_{❝Don’t think yourself special because you posses a bit more luminance then
   others.❞}

“ ——– You seem to be proud of it. 
                                                     Huh.”

It wasn’t that he disliked the male. He didn’t know him well enough to denote any true feelings about him. Nor did he really care to know him. It was more just an errant feeling of distrust and failure that floated around him that caused Armand to keep his distance.

It wasn’t a game of who was better and who was not. They both were cosmic entities— different stages but nevertheless, still the same. He really couldn’t give two shits about how the male felt about him or what he said— to Armand, he was just another blip on the radar.

His last words, however, caused him to chuckle— just the mere thought of being special made him laugh. What gave him this thought and why would he even speak it? Funny, it was—

        “Think myself special? I’m a walking timebomb, there is nothing special about me. I would say the same, however, to you— Mr. Eater of Stars. Someone’s head has seemed to have grown a bit.”

Armand’s face at someone sucking a fucking silencer off—
There’s kinks and then there’s that.

He’s just— the fuck.

houseofxwolves:

_{❝…Says the walking mass of shite —❞}

_{He’s not offended in the least, it’s not the first time he’s been
acknowledged in such negative light. Genuinely, he understands
how he can be seen in the eyes of a star}

_{— he was after all what occurred if they’d fallen too far, that doesn’t
mean he’d allow the star to treat him as anything less}

                 _{because he was far more then the other would ever be.} 

 " ———– no sense of originality?
                                             c h e c k.“

  He could only grin— does this man’s words have any effect on him? Does his thoughts make him reconsider his own being? If there was a greater word than ‘no’, he would be inclined to use it.

         Did he think he was better than Arthur?
                        Far from.

            They both were of the same wavelength— one just at a different age than the other. One ready to burst, the other an empty soul sucking away any possible hope of life and light— 

                                   Details.

                “ ———you look like shit.”

       Were the words meant to be seen as offensive?
       Possibly. Who knew and who really c a r e d?
                                                  It was truth.

                          This being, this breathing black hole—
                                everything Armand could turn out to be.
                                and everything he strived n o t to be.

              Such a mess, indeed.