[ Isn't it so funny... his type is people with an edge. Even Dana had hers, hidden by softness. Tempest is every bit the asshole Miguel is.
And he is, in fact, a huge one right now. So much so that he drops his head into his hands and groans. ]
Good one, Miggy.
[ Whatever he wanted from this wasn't to stick a knife in him. Maybe. Was it to stick a knife in them?
Maybe it was meant for himself.
He turns and sits himself facing the ocean until the sun starts to come up. Another sunrise after a miserable moment together.
He hopes... that the call for revenge will bring him back (to him). Miguel doesn't think he's going to answer the phone anytime soon—it was a miracle he got this chance from it.
Back to his little gazebo he goes, planting himself in a daybed face first. Can he stay there until the boat disembarkation (and thus, revenge) happens? Probably not.
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And he is, in fact, a huge one right now. So much so that he drops his head into his hands and groans. ]
Good one, Miggy.
[ Whatever he wanted from this wasn't to stick a knife in him. Maybe. Was it to stick a knife in them?
Maybe it was meant for himself.
He turns and sits himself facing the ocean until the sun starts to come up. Another sunrise after a miserable moment together.
He hopes... that the call for revenge will bring him back (to him). Miguel doesn't think he's going to answer the phone anytime soon—it was a miracle he got this chance from it.
Back to his little gazebo he goes, planting himself in a daybed face first. Can he stay there until the boat disembarkation (and thus, revenge) happens? Probably not.
But he wants to. ]