dimitri:
“being an anarchist is not a cliche, anna. but i’m glad you remember. that i am; it touches me that you remember my preferences. i feel so warm and fuzzy inside, anna.” a grin on his lips as he reached forward to grab another chip and looked at her. the tense nature of her shoulders, the way she looked at him. she understood. and yet the unreasonable side of his brain the side that was telling him to get angry–saw pity. SHE UNDERSTOOD. and yet he still hated that look in her eyes that said–you’re in pain. he didn’t feel like he was in pain. but maybe that was the morphine kicking in. “ahhh another adam….i think that would break the world. i mean imagine two people who know how many types of ash there is in the world that you can get out of cigarettes. watching jeopardy would be ruined. OH i have to make sure to go home early–new episode of the bachelor!” a pause as he heard what he just said–his guilty pleasure. he hated liars but he couldn’t help but admit that the garbage was addicting. “…i mean football? i mean i have to accept my gender norms, right? ha. ha.–so adam. where is he? is he still with melody? is he still taking notes for us? ”
❛ oh, please, dimitri. you’re a hacker who doesn’t believe in government — it’s been done about a thousand times before. have you ever seen any hacker movie? ❜ she frowns slightly, looking at him for a moment. she lets the silence STRETCH, let’s it take over the room. she doesn’t look away, almost as if she is daring him to look at her, daring him to keep his gaze. HE CONFUSES HER. she hates it, really. she wishes she could read him like she reads —- everyone else. she wishes she could tear down every single wall of his, and just – UNDERSTAND. he confuses her. she can’t read him, not always, not — not as she should, not as she’s USED to ( perhaps that’s why he’s there, on the back on her mind, every now and then —- ). she stops. she raises her brows. she smirks. it’s wicked. ❛ i hope he doesn’t pick amanda. she’s awfully annoying. i hope he picks cristina or michaela. they’re bloody good picks. ❜ she stops for a moment, and reaches for a chip. ❛ he’s a bloody dumbass, though. ❜