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Valentine Alphabet! // Always Accepting! (even if its not valentines day anymore)
T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?
Billy does not. True love to him is simply, violently implausible. its what you tell someone when you don't believe them, or more specifically, don't believe that their relationship will survive much if any further. It's what you say when you've put in the effort, but it's just not working, and you're tired of trying. it's what he's been told. ( Billy...? Don't you love me? ━ of course I love you ━ you don't act like it. ) It's the excusive little jingle that Valentines Day-themed companies come out of the woodwork to, and that people will simultaneously flock to and avoid. It's every single romance show, plotline or book's hidden thesis underneath even if that show, plotline or book is entirely unaware of what's underneath it, inherently connected to the concept of love itself. The idea that love can be something pure, and inherent, and true. That you don't need to work for it. Especially that someone like him could be loved in this way. Even as a very young child, Billy's never believed in true love, and I don't think anything could change that in him. He knows his genre, and he doesn't care to change it, especially not for you. ━ but maybe some things aren't set in stone, right? Maybe Billy's just always been a difficult kid.
Danny believes in it the way you believe in running gags or cryptids, the fact you do not inherently believe in it but God ; its just so fun to laugh about, isn't it? ( it's just so fun to mock. ) It's less lofty than the cost of religion but he understands that, to some, this is the closest notion the individual will reach to finding God, and while Danny does not believe in this, true love, many people would say you should still respect the opinion, even if it seems naïve. Danny does not respect anyone.
True love is a joke taken half seriously. He laughs on it with the same seriousness as he does cheesy, poorly done gore or shots in horror movies where they had the tools of the era to do it right, but just didn't care enough to. He laughs on it in the way a cryptozoologist might mock the existence of the creatures they are fascinated by, but the belief lies heavy and serious in the ridges of their brain. He laughs on it in the way you can't tell what he believes because Danny believes anything so long as it gets him somewhere or you believe it too, and Danny has always been a very good liar.
‘ who the fuck do you think you are? ’ / ghostface jkabnjknd
“ A journalist. “ Danny’s answer is clean and practiced, hair trimmed short and gelled into position like a real celebrity, practiced every word in the mirror and in the car on the way to work and in a thousand different moments. This, to say, he knew how to handle people like Jamie, and you could feel it. the smooth ringmaster with naught but leather bands to keep the lion at bay and yet still they puppetted the beast like a marionette rather than a horror show awaiting its opportunity, one never granted. you had to be good, of course, really good at that to get anywhere and not get caught.
he walks in with a small crowd of others, cameramen and news anchors and not-from-here reporters, all there for the same reason. Something weird happened, and weird means a good story, and anywhere there was a good story, the vultures came.
It just so happened that there’d been a lot of blood involved. It sounded like a horror movie on the back of school grounds. Danny was almost excited to see it. And right off the bat, he could tell that Jamie had something to hide.
Like a shark smelling blood, like a shark breathing it in.
“ Or, technically, I’m a photographer if you prefer the proper term, sir. Sorry about all the ruckus, news doesn’t wait for anyone. “ he pauses in front of Jamie as his brethren goes by, as if a sacrifice on the very words he’d just spoken but the importance of respect taking a bigger priority than being there now. a bandaged finger fiddles on the knob of an expensive looking camera held in his grasp, antsy, but regardless he offers the man a small apologetic smile and a handshake. “ Jed Olsen, by the way. You’re the principal here, right? Fowler? Can’t blame you for being pissed when a gaggle of wannabe journalists comes stomping through your school. I’m not the head of my group, but I can at least apologize and introduce myself "
there’s the sound of somebody calling back from the group something about getting over it and to come on Olsen, just within earshot, but Danny shoots them a glance that shows more disrespect than you might initially expect out of features like his, before his eyes go back to Jamie and the expression softens back into what it was before, if a little more sympathetic on the behalf of his ruder allies.