withoutorder:

           People thought he was fun and games —- that he
           was just a hot head, a rebel with no true sense.
           But then they realized just what he did —- and were dumbstruck.

                           It was just who he was —- nothing more.

                                         ”I’m smack dab in the middle, babe.
                                                     I’m never safe.”

                                But that said a lot —- why did he get to be safe
                                         when others fought to the very end?

                                                      No —- if they got hurt, so did he.

         Most didn’t seem to understand that every coin has two sides.

                                      Or at least, they forgot about as much or even ignored it.

                     That even the darkest of things like chaos or anarchy could
                     glow with the beauty that hope or humor could. That even the
                     the brightest of stars could fade; that the moon had it’s side in
                     the dark.

                                          Much of her did truly grasp what he was.

                                                               That he would not necessarily be safe.

                                      But no one said that accepting such things
                                      meant that you had to like them, right?

                     ❝— mm… at least you’re safe right now.❞
                                          With that she plucked his hand up to twine her fingers with his.

withoutorder:

          & now he was wondering who would win in a match
          of happiness and smiles —- her or hope. He thought
          Hope had it in the bag —- he might be wrong.

                 ”Venezuela is how I’ve been —- it’s crazy,
                        but in the end —- it’s worth it.”

                     The mention of Venezuela brought a degree of seriousness
                     to their conversation and the moment itself; he was right that
                     in the end such things were worth it.

                               Such events had a great power in them.

                                          ❝— you’ve been safe at least, right?❞
                                                    She understood the inquiry may’ve been ill-placed, but she asked anyway.

withoutorder:

                  Only someone like her could get him to smile
                  this much —- for lately, there hasn’t been much
                  to truly smile about. But —- life went on, right?

                              “I’m sure it was —- what’s up with you?”

                     And here is where she is so very tempted to shout
                     about her victory in getting so many smiles out of
                     him, but she refrained.

                                          ❝Not too much – how have you been?❞
                                                      Bright eyes peered up at him, her own smile remaining.

withoutorder:

                There was no getting through to someone like
                her, but could he really blame her? Not at all.
                So instead, he sighed out and kissed her head.

                                 ” —… stop being adorable.”

                     There was no holding back how she brightened near
                     immediately upon the kiss to her head. She loved these
                     kinds of moments, this sort of attention.

                                              ❝— sorry, it was in the contract, babe.❞

withoutorder:

          & he’s scoffing at that notion,
          completely ignoring it as fingers still move.

                     ” —- no one misses anarchy, dear.”

                     She huffed in return, she had genuinely missed
                     him – there was little she could not find some
                     amount of beauty in, and anarchy did qualify.

                                              ❝I’m not other people, I missed you.❞

withoutorder:

           & fingers are running through brunette locks.
                                Just because he’s bored.

                                             ” —-… yo.”

                     And that’s a big smile creeping across pink lips,
                     enjoying his attentions.

                                                                         ❝— I missed you!❞