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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 30, 2017 14:15:47 GMT -7
Leliana nodded to the man in the black suit and walked into a small room. It was a white room with a mirror and a seat occupying the space. She turned on the lights, which were bright in the dressing room. She would be assigned to get ready here while the group of men were discussing their businesses. She didn't know the details, but she never asked. She was getting paid a lot of money for this job, and she wasn't just going to pass it by. Lily had to pay Vican somehow. She put it his pocket when he wasn't looking, often before he went to work. She wasn't just going to freeload off of him. That wasn't her way of doing things. She was going to work hard to pay him, even if she had to stab him in the back while doing it.
She set her makeup bag on the table and her lingerie next to it. The day after she was hurt, Lily called up all of her high-end clients at a payphone right around the corner of Vican's house. She knew she wasn't suppose to leave, but she had to do something about her situation. Several of her clients got her jobs on almost every night of the week. She was even chosen to escort a whole group of some of the most wealthy business men in District 1. She didn't care what they did to her, but all that mattered was how much she was getting paid. And it was a whole damn lot, not counting the tips she was going to get.
The woman got changed into red lingerie and put a black tie on. It was part of the costume, after all. She knew she would look ridiculous, but it didn't matter. She took a small bottle of alcohol out of out her purse. She drank the whole thing, needing to be at least a little tipsy for what was about to happen. Her makeup was all done and so was her outfit. Lily had slept with some very important men before, but not like what she was about to do. Vican told her that he was going to be home late, so she hoped that this was all finished before he came home. She usually scheduled her appointments earlier in the evening, both so she was stumbling home in the dark by herself and so that Vican didn't ask her where she was.
Lily wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't know how either. She couldn't just be like, 'yeah, sorry. I sleep with men to help pay for your apartment.' She knew he would be crushed, and in her mind, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. This was her business anyways. It wasn't like she enjoyed the job. She liked the money, but the job wasn't anything passionate. She escorted because she was good at it and she had nowhere else to go. She couldn't go back to the strip club or get a day job with hit men after her. Besides, she could make money, own possessions again, and make dinner for Vican when he came home from the bar. It was a win-win for all of them, and she tried to justify it so she wouldn't feel as guilty that she was going out behind Vican's back.
One of the security guards came in and knocked on her door. "They're ready for you," he said, and she nodded. The guard led her to the room and opened the door, inviting her in. She smirked flirtatiously. This was going to be an act that she pulled time and time again. She would dance, tease, and ultimately do what she was going to be paid for. The black heels clicked on the hardwood floor, seeing the men sitting around the room. She walked closer to them, never really being with this many men for a job. Most of them were older, in their late thirties all the way to their seventies, but there was one younger gentleman out of the bunch. Her eyes went wide. She couldn't stop looking at him. Vican.
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TAG: Vican Vesuvius
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 30, 2017 17:57:43 GMT -7
Vican hated leaving home now. Before, home was a place for sleeping and eating. Lily was there, and that made everything incredibly different. He loved coming home to her, spending time in the nights with her by his side. She was perfect. He was absolutely falling for now. Had it not been for the injuries she sustained, he knew exactly how he’d want to spend most of his time with her. That hadn’t really been possible, at least, not yet. Her back was still healing, and he noticed that sometimes as she moved, she limped. Beyond that, Vican looked closely for any emotional damage. He worried that underneath her flirty facade, she was breaking. After a week, though, that didn’t seem to be the case. On that first night, she asked him to be with her. Now, he felt he could finally take her up on that. It was hard sleeping next to Lily each night, her mostly undressed. Tonight would be different, and he couldn’t wait. For the entire day, Vican’s thoughts were with her no matter what he was doing. While he served drinks and managed employees at the actual bar, he kept rolling her name around in his mind. They stayed around until much later. That night, Vican had one last thing to do before going home. Many of the wealthy business owners of 1 met monthly to discuss affairs. Truthfully, the meetings were horribly boring. For the most part, his time spent with the other moguls of his District was all distracted as they complained about the ugliness of the bombed buildings and streets and influx of Capitolite workers who begged for jobs. Vican was positive that he was about to fall asleep when Antony, the main speaker of the meetings, stood up. ”Vican,” he called. Vican sat up quickly. ”Yes?” Had he missed a question. ”You’re slipping. Are these meetings that boring? Truthfully?” Vican had nothing to lose. Antony knew him long enough to know that asking for a truthful answer would truly illicit one. ”Absolutely.” Vican responded. Antony headed a gold company in the center of the District and commanded a certain amount of respect from Vican. Otherwise, Vican would’ve been more liberal with his complaints. ”I assumed so,” Antony responded, Most of you here probably feel the same way, too, I’d bet. Important things are discussed at these meetings, though, so I thought I’d do what I can to rekindle interest. I hired some entertainment for the evening.”Vican leaned back in his chair, laughing a little to himself. Of course. It was an Antony thing to do. He could only wonder what type of entertainment he’d slotted. Just as he was about to ask about the entertainment, Vican heard the door open. The sounds of high heeled women’s shoes clicked across the wood. His stomach twisted for a moment. A strange feeling entered him, and he allowed himself one glance over his shoulder to confirm his awful suspicions. Lily. He was right. Tonight, she wore red lingerie with a black tie. It wasn’t horribly unlike any of the things he’d seen her wear at her club. Here, though, it was a completely different context. If they were just here to see her dance, Antony would’ve paid to take them all to the club immediately after this. Lily didn’t work there anymore, which meant that she was… contracting herself out privately. Vican felt sick. Instead of standing up and making a scene, he felt glued to his seat. He had to see where this was supposed to go. Words: 623 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 30, 2017 20:20:58 GMT -7
Leliana had never turned down an escorting job. She never walked out on one, either. She always went through with a job, no matter how strange and weird the requests could sometimes be. Lily knew that if she didn't go through with a request, she would get a reputation and not be hired anymore. She was still young anyways, so if she developed a reputation, she might be blacklisted and not be able to work again as an escort. That wasn't a risk she was willing to take...until now. There were so many men in the room, but she really only had eyes for one. He saw her too, and yet, he didn't leave.
She stood there frozen for a couple seconds, her eyes locked with Vican's. If she stayed, would their relationship end? Would what they experienced together just all come to a close? And if she left, in front of all of these business men, would they be out to get her? Would they blacklist her to the point where she couldn't even buy things from their businesses? They were powerful people, and if she did leave, would they give out her information to the people looking to kill her? Her heart was racing at a million miles an hour. They were all looking at her.
"We are waiting, young lady," the man who employed her said. She sighed. Either she stayed, putting her and Vican's relationship at risk, or she left, putting their lives at risk. She didn't have a choice. With men this powerful and the power they could have over her if she left, she knew there wasn't a right decision, but there was one that was better than the others. She couldn't have her life controlled and made hell by some old men.
"Of course," she said with her flirtatious smile. "I like my men in suspense." Lily walked to the side of the room and turned on the stereo. Lily then walked to the gentlemen in the circle, where all of the men were facing each other. She sat on the lap of an older gentlemen, one that obviously had experience and had probably been on the committee for a long time. She grinded on his lap, not making eye contact with Vican. She had to forget he was even in the room. Oh god, he was watching her. What was she doing?
After she teased the older man, she walked over to the next and did the same. And again. And again. She had to tease them first as they called her derogatory names and cheered each other on. Vican had never done that. He had never said anything awful about her.
When she got to Vican, she sat facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and did the same as she did with the older men. "I'm sorry," she whispered in his ear. The music was so loud that she would be surprised if any of the other members could hear her. After the same amount of time she spent with the other men as she did with Vican, she stood up. In the middle of the circle, she took off her top. She was revealing herself in front of all of these men. She never cared before, but this time she did. She did so much. She danced a little. "Who's first?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. God, she felt awful. She shouldn't have done this. She regretted it. But she couldn't put Vican's life at risk, even if she didn't know the uncertainty of her actions.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 30, 2017 23:40:34 GMT -7
Vican hated the way Antony spoke to Lily. He also hated the way she responded. The girl there was Columbia - Lily was long gone. He understood that in her line of work, anything personal was set aside. It had to be. Lily couldn’t be Lily and do her job. The persona was sick, and it made Vican hurt. Why was she here? He made it clear that he didn’t want any money from her, but at the same time, how could she enjoy this? In fact, he was almost positive she didn’t like it. His mind spun, his thoughts quickening as she approached a man. He had no hold over Lily. She was her own person, of course, free to do whatever she desired. At the same time, he felt like her body had been made so special to him. Just the last night, he’d traced patterns with the tip of his finger on the arms that she was wrapping around another man’s shoulders. The worst part of it all was that he felt like he literally couldn’t move. Vican stared on ahead, sickness rising in his stomach. The other men laughed and watched intently, looking at her like a piece of meat. He wanted to grab her and run. But Vican couldn’t - he couldn’t even f*cking breathe. The words coming out of the other men’s mouth were horrendous. How did Lily sleep at night, having heard all of it? Finally, the moment he’d been dreading came. She found her way to him. Suddenly, the attention of the rest of the men was directed towards him. Mechanically, almost, he put his hands on her hips. It was the least enjoyable thing he’d ever done. He didn’t pay any attention to the way she danced, just to his fears for her and for him. Her words burned through him. ”I’m sorry.” Vican knew they were true, though he wondered if she would have been sorry had the board meeting not been his. He sat there, completely in a daze until she undressed in the middle of the circle. Vican turned away his eyes. This time, he couldn’t manage to watch her dance. ”Who’s first?”Vican was going to be sick. He leaned over to Antony, who was sitting just a few seats down from him, informing him that some forgotten business needed to be handled immediately. Without any further explanation, Vican slid out from his seat and walked out of the room, keeping to the wall. Once outside, he leaned against the brick wall and breathed deeply, letting the cool air cycle through his lungs. It wasn’t enough. He needed a cigarette. Vican reach in his pocket and produced one, trying to ignore how his hands shook as he lit it. He stood there, smoking with shaking hands but otherwise unmoving. He understood that Lily had to finish her job, but he couldn’t stomach thinking about any of it for a second longer. And so instead, he stood chainsmoking by the door until it creaked open. Words: 529 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 31, 2017 0:05:11 GMT -7
Leliana was always professional when she did her job. Not once had she ever fell for a client or enjoyed what she was doing. It was just another job with customers paying her for her talents. Whether that was dancing or escorting, she tried her best to be good at what she did as Columbia. She really tried not to get close to anyone with what she did, as she knew that it would just hurt them in the end. Lily had fallen head over heels for Vican that she didn't even realize how much she might potentially hurt him in the end. Not even a week after basically living together, she could tell he was hurt. She watched him as he leaned over to the man that employed her and stood up. His name almost escaped her lips, but she kept quiet as the rest of the room went silent and watched him walk out. He had done everything for her, and yet, she still decided to treat him like sh*t.
When a man said that he would go first, she smiled and winked at him. All she could think about was Vican and how he probably perceived her. Though she was looking and taking different men throughout the night, she couldn't keep her mind off of what she was doing and how it was wrong. Yet, she still continued anyways. An hour passed by when most of the men were tired out from her. They said their goodbyes, and her employer paid her in full with a few extra dollars gathered from tips. Lily grabbed her lingerie off of the floor as she took the money. She thanked him and went back into her dressing room to clean up. She wondered where Vican was now. Was he back at the house? Was he out drinking? She didn't know. She got out her wipes and cleaned herself up, not being fully prepared for what was about to happen with Vican. Lily brushed her hair out to make her look presentable.
She put on a black robe over her lingerie. It wasn't classy, but it would cover her until she got back to Vican's apartment. Lily grabbed her makeup bag and walked out of the now-empty building with the security officer, who locked the doors. When she looked to the side of her, she saw Vican smoking a cigarette against the wall. Her confidence sunk.
"Vican..." she said, facing him. "I..." Lily was at a loss for words. Would anything she say help? It was cold, and she shivered in the light robe. "Can we talk about this in a warmer place? I'll explain everything, I promise."
WORD COUNT: 449
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Nov 1, 2017 20:47:17 GMT -7
Vican didn’t move his eyes when he heard the door open. He couldn’t breathe for a single second. Then, he forced himself to glance upwards. He caught sight of her, covered partially by a black dressing robe, though he could still see peaks of the lingerie she’d been wearing coming out from underneath. Vican looked down. She was beautiful, of course, and incredibly desirable, but now her attire served as a reminder of what happened. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t shake the events. Vican had watched her perform on stage before. That didn’t bother him whatsoever. This, somehow, felt different. Escorting, as she probably called it, appeared to Vican as if it was in an entirely different league than her other job. Even though she stripped and danced, actually sleeping with the clients made Vican feel powerless. A million thoughts ran through his head, stopping all at once when he heard her voice. His cigarette had burned down to the filter, so he dropped it to the ground, extinguishing it with his foot before producing another, lighting it immediately, and continue to breathe in the smoke. He slid off one arm of his dress jacket, switched hands holding his cigarette, then slid off the other. In a single motion, he draped the jacket over her shoulders, not letting his hands linger. Touching her now would only make him more emotional. ”I don’t know what there is to explain, Lily,” Vican said. His voice was not angry, just tired. Defeated. ”I’m not sure what I can say or ask at this point.” The truth of it all was that Vican was severely hurt. ”I just can’t help but thinking that somehow, this is all my fault. Like you feeling the need to give me money, or maybe because I wouldn’t f*ck you this week.” He pushed a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated. It all hurt so badly because of how he felt for Lily, because of the candles he’d arranged in his room that he planned to light as soon as he got home. ”Why didn’t you tell me?” Vican asked at last, looking up at her. Words: 397 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Nov 1, 2017 22:48:13 GMT -7
Vican didn't look at her. Not when he extinguished a cigarette or put his jacket on her. Even after what she had done, he was still kind enough to give her his jacket. She wanted to kiss him and tell him not to worry, but she knew that wouldn't fare well with the situation. This was more than just a petty argument, this was something that seemed to deeply hurt Vican. After all that he had done for her, she had stabbed him in the back. There was nothing more to it. She was in the wrong and she realized that. If she could explain herself, maybe she could still recover from this. After all, Vican was the only person she had left to care about. If she lost him, she didn't know what she would do.
When he said that he thought it was her fault, she felt worse than she had in a while. "God, Vican, no. None of this is your fault," she said to him. "I'm just stupid and an as*hole and don't know where to draw the damn line. I'm the one to blame, one-hundred percent." Lily itched for a cigarette as she watched him smoke. She needed a cigarette right now, but she wasn't going to ask for one. That would be too much.
When he finally looked at her, she didn't know what to say at first. She didn't exactly know why she was still escorting and profiting off of sex. It was something she had been doing for a long time. She would have to give a better explanation for that though. "I've been independent for so long. Since I was twelve, really. It's hard to go from working you a*s off to being helpless and staying inside. That just isn't me." It was the first time she opened up about her past to anyone. It was hard for her, especially since she was always told not to expose herself or her feelings to anyone because they would expose her weakness. Especially in the industry she was in.
"I meant to tell you, really, but I didn't know how. It's not like I like doing this. I hate how many men I've had to sleep with. But please, trust me when I say that I've never cared about any of them like I do for you. I do it because of the money since I have nothing to my name now, and I don't want you to think I'm just a freeloader or a gold digger." She had no money saved up, barely any clothes, and nothing she could really call herself. She thought that, if she was making no money, Vican might think that she was mooching off of him and that she didn't care about him. But she did more than anyone or anything else right now.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 6:30:54 GMT -7
Vican wanted to be angry. Generally, when it came to shitty life events, that was his primary response: anger. But he couldn’t be mad at Lily, and if she contradicted his arguments that allowed him to be angry at himself, what did that leave him with? Vican soon found out. Mostly, he just felt sick. The feeling was a physical one in his chest, one he eventually identified to be sadness. He shouldn’t have let himself fall for anyone. This is what happened when he let his emotions have free reign over him - he got hurt. The sickness rose at her next words. ”Twelve?” he repeated, a shudder running through him. When Vican was twelve, what had he been doing? Certainly not sex work. It diverted his emotions for a moment, turning them toward pity for Lily. He still couldn’t dismiss the underlying pain, though. ”I mean, everything else aside, you do realize that it’s not safe for you to be out here, right?” It wasn’t safe for Vican, either. She could easily be found to have been staying with him, especially if he was caught with her right now. He took a few steps, knowing she would follow. He made a quick plan in his mind of a way back to his apartment that avoided all the main roads and areas with known Peacekeepers. At her next words, Vican stopped walking for a second to process what she said. ”You don’t get it,” he said, taking a very long drag from his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke all at once. He reach into his front right pocket, finding the wad of bills clipped together. Without looking at Lily, he slid the cash into her hands. ”That’s from today. My keeps. Costs of running deducted - my salary, for one day. I have… I don’t know… f*cking thousands of those back in the apartment. It all just sits in a drawer. I never thought you were a freeloader or a gold digger, but even if you were, I wouldn’t care. I told you on the first night that I didn’t care about the money - I still don’t. You were what’s important,” he told her, shaking his head. Words: 386 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Nov 2, 2017 6:53:22 GMT -7
Liky felt defeated, of all things. She honestly wish Vican just got upset with her, because the disappointment in his voice was absolutely heart breaking for her to hear. She wasn't normally a softie when it came to these kinds of things. She usually kept her distance, knowing that she would disappoint any guy that was close to her. Vican happened to be the first, and only, one. If someone that was her client was telling her this, she would just laugh and tell them to get over it. But this relationship was important to her. More than she thought it was only a few hours ago.
"I don't care," she said when he said that it wasn't safe for her to be out here. She wanted to talk this out with him, but she supposed that she could do it while walking...wherever it was they were walking to. She followed him back, wondering if he cared that she was still here. Lily never gave up on anything in her life, and she certainly wasn't going to just give up on Vican. She would make this right.
Vican stopped abruptly. She then saw him reach for his pocket and take out a wad of cash, giving it to her. She listened as she held the cash. She didn't want it. You were what's important. Lily couldn't help but freeze up when he said that. Were. She couldn't tell if he was breaking up with her, even though they werent officially together in any way. It didn't matter though, because it still hurt.
"Vican, please. I'll quit escorting. I'll never go back if it means that I can make it up to you. I don't want to lose you or your trust. I know I probably have, but I want to be able to build it back again. I care a whole damn much about you, and I want to make this right. Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?" She wasn't going to just lay down and not fight for this. Vican may be mad or disappointed at her now, but she wanted to make this better for the future. For their possible future.
WORD COUNT: mobile
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Nov 2, 2017 18:38:32 GMT -7
Vican frowned at Lily’s response, trying to interpret it. Of course, there was the chance that she didn’t mean it at all, that she was just upset. Equally as likely was the chance that Lily genuinely didn’t care about her safety, which was incredibly concerning. Vican sighed inwardly, barely able to muster up the words to respond. ”You should,” he said, more defeated now than before. Vican began the process of weaving through streets, slowly approaching his apartment. Even if Lily didn’t care about her own safety, he sure did. Despite that, he felt himself hurting her as he hurt himself. He knew his words were painful for her to hear, but he needed to get them all out. He felt like he was severely overreacting. Lily was a sex worker. It wasn’t personal. At the same time, though, it was. He couldn’t bear to think of other men having her in the way he wanted her and of the way these unwanted experiences affected her. Her proposal made his thoughts stop for a second. Asking her to quit her job felt controlling, but, at the same time, he knew that it was what he truly wanted from her, for both their sakes. For the last time of the night, Vican sighed, letting his bitterness go along with his breath. Vican took a step forward, wanting to touch her. He stopped in his tracks immediately, thinking of all the men that touched her in ways she probably never wanted to be touched without asking. ”Is it okay if I touch you?” he asked her, awaiting her response. In the meantime, he looked down at her, meeting her eyes for the first time since they left the building. ”You don’t have to plead forgiveness, Lily,” he said, quietly at first. ”I mean, I’m obviously hurt. I think it’s mainly shock. Anyway, I’m still here. I’m not going to leave. I still care about you deeply, but processing this might take some time - not to say that I want ‘a break’ - not that at all, but just that I’ll get over it on my own after some time.”Words: 377 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Nov 2, 2017 19:32:50 GMT -7
Lily knew that she would either have to make a choice between moving forward with her relationship with Vican and escorting. She knew she could always get back into escorting, but she might not have another chance with Vican. It was an easy pick for now, but later, would she regret it? She was such an independent woman to the point where she had never asked anyone to borrow money. Most times, she was broke, but she made it through no matter what. It just felt weird to take money from Vican. That wasn't what she wanted at all. But if that's what she had to do to save whatever kind of relationship they had, she would do it until things went back to normal again. He did save her life, and the least she could do was stop sleeping around with other men for money.
The brunette walked with Vican, his jacket still around her. She wanted to reach out to his hand and hold it, but the last thing she wanted to do was make him more upset. She stayed close by, her heels still clicking on the ground. Lily appreciated Vican, as though he was angry at her, he still showed her kindness by giving her his jacket. Her brother used to joke around and tell her that she was only interested in bad boys. To an extent, that was true because of the lifestyle she was living. When she first met Vican, he was pretty hardcore. But he showed her caring like nobody else did, and she really felt appreciated whenever he was with her. Guys had always made her feel like nothing, and she didn't know how she got so lucky by meeting Vican. He must have saw something in her, because her first impression was completely awful. If he didn't give up on her in that very moment, she didn't think he would give up on her now.
She figured Vican was probably lost in thought from the whole situation. When he stopped again, she did too. She was a couple feet away from him, as her walking in stilettos made her slower than normal. He turned to her, stopping in his tracks. She stopped as well. Lily was terrified that he would tell her to get lost and to find someone else who would be willing to put up with her bullsh*t. She didn't have a good track record with men, so getting used to a guy like Vican was something that she needed to open up to more. It was the best kind of guy she could hope for, but she wasn't used to being around men who gave a damn.
When he asked if it was okay for him to touch her, she smiled. She walked towards him, putting her hands on his hips. It seemed like there was only an inch between them. Lily looked up at him. "Of course it is." Throughout her life, she had so many unwanted touches and advances from men. She was always told that she was a beautiful girl and young woman, and people in District 1 were willing to pay for things like that. After a while of pushing those advances away, she eventually just let it happen. It was almost sad, in some ways, but that's how things were. With Vican though, she wanted him to touch her. She teased him every night since she was there, but he held off because she was hurt. If anything, it made her feel respected. And it was also a fun game to play with him.
He started speaking about how he was hurt about the whole situation, and she didn't blame him. She would be too if she found out he was sleeping with other women. She knew she shouldn't care since she was a hypocrite herself, but it would still make her feel insignificant--like she was just another woman in his list. So she did understand why he was mad and why he felt shocked. Lily didn't move her hands from his hips though. "I understand. But I've made my decision and I'm not going to escort for a long time, if you're okay with that. I'll make up for the rent though. Cooking, cleaning, taking Princess Tator Tot on walks, you name it." She smiled at him.
"Speaking of Princess Tator Tot, she's probably pissed as hell that she hasn't had her dinner yet." Lily grabbed onto his hand. "We have to get a move on or else she'll sh*t on the floor."
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Nov 4, 2017 13:30:35 GMT -7
Vican, hoping she hadn’t misinterpreted her request, reach forward to push her hair behind her ear. He wasn’t mad at her, not really, but he couldn’t imagine touching her in that way for a while now. He still needed some time to cope, and, besides, he was sure that she’d had more of that type of contact than she wanted for the night. He nodded at her words, glad that the pair had reach some sort of understanding. ”That seems nice,” he agreed. It was only fair to let her do things, even if just for the sake of occupying herself while he was at work. ”After we’re sure that everything’s died down, you can come get a job at my bar, if you’d like that,” he told her. ”For now, I just want to make sure that things are safe, or that the coast is clear.” He didn’t want to take his chances with the gangs in District 1. Both he and Lily would be dead before they realized it. Vican managed to smile at her last assessment. He accepted her hand and began to walk towards home. He appreciated that now, when he thought of that word, Lily was included. Him, her, and Tot, all sharing his apartment. Thing’s weren’t perfect, of course, but were they ever for anyone? Vican was happy with his life now and knew that he had found something truly good despite any problems he’d encountered with it all so far. ”Yes, absolutely. It’s going to be anarchy when we get back.” The thought made him laugh a bit, but he set out into the night, heading home as he continued into the jokes at the side of Lily, feeling better about the night already. Words: 313 Tags: Leliana HemwickNotes: End thread? |
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