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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Dec 3, 2017 21:57:30 GMT -7
During the war, there had been talk of the Capitol experimenting on captured rebels with crazy drugs, playing around with potential tactics to end the fighting. Some rumors said that their findings were so terrifying that the tactics were not used in the war. While in the hospital, that was a thought that played through Vican’s mind. Had he been given a drug that made him hallucinate Lily’s existence? After the break in at the bar, she’d vanished into thin air. Vican waited at the hospital hoping that perhaps she would show up or that if she didn’t, there would at least be some news that she was safe. Instead, there was nothing. Vican didn’t care about the blood transfusions or surgeries to extract the bullet and repair the shattered bone around it. Instead, all of his focus was on Lily. His worst fear was that more members of the gang came for her, had taken her in the night and killed her. The thought ate at each of Vican’s waking thoughts and then accompanied him into the night. Vican would shoot up from the hospital bed, his hands grasping for anything to be used as a weapon around him, a clammy sweat covering his body. Then his eyes would find the familiar sterility of the white floors and walls and remember the real waking nightmare he was living. Vican begged the doctors for an early release, promising that he just wanted to go home to tend to Tot himself (who was being taken care of by one of Vican’s employees) and be in a better environment. Finally, they conceded. The second Vican was released, he set about finding Lily. He covered every inch of the District that he could think of that might contain her. Instead, all that was left of her to remind Vican that she was not just a memory were her things strewn throughout his apartment. A toothbrush here, a dress there, along with the rest of the traces of her everywhere. It was driving Vican crazy. He just needed to know that she was alive. Vican didn’t even care if she hated him or had moved on - all that mattered was that she was safe. Weeks passed without any word of her. A bartender at a joint down the street mentioned that he’d seen someone who looked like her for a brief moment. The statement was more than likely a lie meant to bring Vican some sort of piece but it only made him restless. What little sleep he’d been getting stopped entirely as he hunted down every trace of her. A week after he was released, Vican returned to the bar to find that all the employees had set about cleaning it up. He reopened the next day but only for their sake. Vican only stopped by occasionally to make sure that the bar hadn’t been leveled. When he was there, it was hard to keep away from the alcohol stores in the back. With each passing day, he realized that Lily wasn’t coming back. Those thoughts were easier to stomach - if that was even a thing that was possible - while drunk. After that, it didn’t take Vican to slip into harder things that made him stop feeling the things that shredded at his mind for longer periods of time. It was an ugly reality. Vican needed the pills to go to bed. When he woke up, he felt so poorly from the pills that it took another two or three to get him through the day. Life became automatic. It was easier this way, sliding through everything in a state of numbness. Life was life now. Vican managed to go to the bar and work, more or less, and feed himself and Tot and pay all the bills. As weeks turned to months, the thought of Lily became a painful stab in his heart. She was past tense now. The only thing of the present was the pain he carried with him. Even the mundane tasks like going to the grocery store felt deeply depressing and requiring of a herculean effort. Vican walked among the aisles, his eyes catching on a few items that once he would have carried to the front to purchase for Lily. Instead, Vican grabbed the bare essentials, wanting to ignore it all and return home as soon as possible. As he turned toward the register, he caught sight of her from the corner of his eye. It was something he did from time to time. A beautiful young woman with dark, short hair would pass by, and Vican would see her for a few seconds before being called back to his reality. This time though, the sight hung in his eyes. Knowing that it would later hurt him, he turned to look at her. Instead of Lily’s features melting away from some random woman, they stayed this time, looked toward his. Vican’s heart caught in his chest. For a moment, he was worried about just how strong his bender of the day was until he remembered that there wasn’t one at all. He blinked once, twice, then rubbed at his eyes. Lily was still there, just across the store. Vican started walking towards her, wanting to run but unable to move faster than a walk for fear of having a stroke from the excitement. Once he was close enough, he found his voice. ”Lily,” he said, the word unfamiliar to his mouth now. Words: 947 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Dec 4, 2017 20:32:49 GMT -7
Once Lily stepped out the door of the bar, she didn't know what to do with herself. She knew that it would be better for everyone if she just walked out of his life, and that was exactly what she did. She went back to her old home in the slums, which was torn apart, probably from the gang trying to find any piece of where she went. At least the main ones were gone, and she figured that no one else would come after her. Though if they did, she would be alright with it as long as Vican was safe. She cleaned up her home, making it a comfortable living space, and set up shop. With no income once again, she would have to resort to escorting again. She was almost grateful that she didn't run out during that business meeting.
Over the next few weeks, she strictly avoided leaving her home. She didn't want people thinking that she killed those men in the bar. Though the men did give her nightmares every night. Vican saved her and he did it out of necessity, but it still scared the living sh*t out of her. The black-haired woman hated that things had to be like they were. But she had to build up her strength, both mentally, physically, and financially, before she could even think about working out in the legal world.
She wanted more than anything to visit Vican's apartment again and apologize. But for her, that wasn't in the cards for a while. She knew his schedule from when they lived together and tried to avoid him as much as possible. It wasn't because she blamed him for anything or that she disliked him--it was the opposite. She really liked him, even possible might have loved him, and so she needed to do what was best. He was attractive and had a fantastic personality. He would get a nice girl easily and eventually forget about the wh*re that lived with him.
Lily missed his company more than anything. Some nights, she would sleep on her cold bed alone. Since she lived with him and left, she hated sleeping alone. Most of her nights, she would find men to sleep with to get the satisfaction of warmth. It was paid and not the same, but it was better than her laying on her cold mattress in isolation. Maybe Lily might be able to find someone as great as Vican again when she got herself together. It probably wasn't possible, He was on her mind more than she would ever admit. Even when she was with her clients, she would sometimes think of him. She knew it was go away eventually, but it was still hard to face every day. It was her decision, after all.
"Care to grab us a few things at the store, sweet? A good bottle of alcohol and some cheese would go a long way," Fredrick said. He was a regular of hers, a young man who lived off of his father's money by doing drugs and hiring Lily's persona, Columbia. He was a fine guy, though he sometimes had a bad temper that she had to watch out for. Fredrick mentioned every session that she could be his live-in escort. Lily knew it wouldn't be too bad. The more he offered, the more she thought about it. She wanted companionship more than anything. "Of course, handsome. I'll only be a few minutes," she said with a smirk and a wink. He gave her more cash than she needed. "Keep the change, doll," he said.
She threw on a black jacket over her blood-red dress. She had a full face of makeup on, as she always did for her clients unless they requested otherwise. Lily walked over to the store. It was across the street from his home. As the weeks went by, she stopped looking in detail at her surroundings. It all molded together for her. She just needed to get from point A to point B. She wouldn't talk to anyone. It was just a quick in-and-out.
Lily walked into the grocery store, not really knowing what to get. The dark-haired woman usually went to the convenience store by her home to get most of her things. There were just too many people at the grocery store, but it was at Fredrick's convenience. She grabbed a basket, aimlessly wondering the isles, trying to find the dairy section and the alcohol section. She knew Fredrick loved chocolate too, so she wanted to find some for him. She was nicer to her regulars, often doing things and offering discounts that she normally wouldn't to one-timers.
After a few minutes, she finally grabbed the things she needed. It was obvious to people that she was in a rush in the way she walked. The store was extremely busy, so she knew she would have to wait in line despite her needing to get back to the apartment. The woman was counting the items in her basket, doing math in her head as to how much it would be. She was in thinking mode when she heard her name, not really realizing that someone knew her real name, much less went up to her at the store. "Yeah?" She said, almost unconsciously. She didn't look up until after she said it. That was when she saw Vican. Her heart sunk immediately.
Her basket dropped from her hands, making a loud crash. She was stunned. Lily didn't know what to say or do. She wasn't even remotely prepared to see him. "God Vican..." She said, murmuring to herself. She couldn't stop looking at him. Lily forgot about everything that was going on around her, even how she had to hurry to meet Fredrick again. "I have a lot to explain."
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Dec 7, 2017 23:18:40 GMT -7
For a moment, Vican feared that he was only imagining Lily. He dreamt about her so much, and occasionally, he thought he saw glimpses of her around his apartment. It was always his overactive imagination trying to fill the gaping hole she’d left behind, though. This time, he wondered if it was the same. But then she turned around. It was Lily, dressed in a tight dress and makeup - her working clothes - but it was a responsive Lily. The loud crash that her basket made as it hit the floor didn’t register for Vican. He was more focused on the way she’d said his name, the way that it made him feel like he was about to have a stroke. Normally, he would’ve been extremely embarrassed at the tears that began to well in his eyes. The other emotions took much higher priority, though. He didn’t hear another word she said, partially because he couldn’t hear them over the sound of his heart pounding and blood rushing in his ears. Lily - living, breathing, Lily. Short black hair, supple and smooth lips, bright eyes. The hand that he once loved to hold. The body that used to warm the other side of his now barren mattress. ”I thought you were dead, Lily, f*ck,” he said. In his mind, he thought of everything that could’ve happened to her. He imagined that she’d gotten taken when going to find help, or maybe that she ran into one of the gang members when she was out, or that they’d specifically hunted for her and been successful. Vican had been imagining her body as a corpse. He reach out, his fingers finding the edge of her face. The skin there was warm and soft, just as he remembered it. He could feel her now. There was no denying this. In the moment, he cast aside all of the ruin that he’d felt since she left. None of the details mattered now: she was safe and she was here. ”I can’t believe that it’s you,” he whispered. Words: 378 Tags: Leliana HemwickNotes: How? is? this? so? short? |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Dec 8, 2017 22:19:31 GMT -7
Lily was trying to avoid this exact situation. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Vican--it took all of her might not to see him in the past couple weeks--but she knew he would be better off without her. She never thought that this was how they would meet again. They were in the middle of a crowded grocery store where she was working. She felt so ashamed. She was obviously on a date, or something like that, with wine, cheese, and chocolate. It was the most embarassing situation he could catch her in. At least, when she was stripping, she was doing a semi-respected and legal job. Escorting was a whole different ballgame, a job that Vican expressed his disliking of before. She understood completely, though without a job now, she had to go back to it. She just wish Vican didn't see her like this, dressed skimpy and in full makeup.
She wanted to embrace him and tell him how sorry she was. She wanted to beg him to take her back. But for Lily, nothing was ever that simple. She couldn't stop looking at him though. His brown eyes were always gentle to her, his dark hair was wispy as usual. She paid attention to his features, something that she always found very attractive. But he was so much more than just a pretty face. He had such a good heart and came from such a good place. She hated to have to toy with it like she did, but she didn't have much of a choice.
He reached out at her, and she felt his soft fingertips brush against her face. She put her hand up to his. She remembered when they used to hold hands so naturally with her hand intertwined in his. Lily wanted nothing more than to be with him, and when he said that he thought she was dead, she let out a sigh. She then grabbed his hand and lowered it. "Vican, I...I hope you're doing alright," she said, coming back to reality. "We should probably go somewhere to talk. I have a lot to tell you, now that you're here. I meant to visit, really." Lily didn't know what to say. He was here, and she couldn't just ignore him. Fredrick would have to wait.
She took his hand, leaving her basket behind. She held his hand as she walked to the back of the store where it was the least busy. She knew this wouldn't end well either way, and she had to prepare for it, even if it was only for a minute. She stopped. "I wish you kept thinking I was dead. It's better than seeing me here now."
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Living for the rejection.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Dec 29, 2017 20:08:01 GMT -7
Vican’s hope was so expansive that it was blinding him from the truth. He looked straight past Lily’s clothing and her basket with items perfectly suited for a date for two. He also failed to see how she pulled back from him, how she was strictly formal and not emotional. He was holding out on her, believing fully that any damage could be repaired. ”Talk,” Vican repeated. Yes, talk. He nodded once, slowly at first, then as he understood, nodded more vigourously. ”Yeah, let’s talk,” he agreed. Never mind that she never visited. Never mind that Vican had to go on a bender to distract himself from the all encompassing thought that she was probably dead and decomposing somewhere in the woods. Never mind that he’d never been the same since she’d left, that her vanishing dwarfed the break in and his murder attempt. He followed her willingly, eagerly, not even thinking to feel confused when she lead him away from the store’s entrance but instead to a back corner. He blinked at her abrupt words. It took a few seconds to process them. ”What?” he asked in disbelief. ”Lily - you can’t say that.” Vican shook his head. ”I - I -“ his voice broke, ”Do you know how many nights I couldn’t sleep because I kept having nightmares of you being killed? Do you know how long I looked for you? It was tearing me apart, Lily. Why would you want that?”All of the sudden, Vican could see again. ”I know you didn’t want to be found, but - did you not want me anymore? Do you not want me anymore?” Vican’s heart pounded at the possibility. His hope had soared. He already envisioned their lives reunited and things going back to normal. The whole idea was falling apart for him already. His last piece of hope relied on Lily piecing him back together. Words: 334 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Mar 15, 2018 11:54:06 GMT -7
Lily had been so busy that she never thought out what she was going to say if she saw Vican again. District 1 was big enough to avoid someone, but small enough to see an old friend in a crowded store. If she lived in the Capitol, things would be much easier and much bigger that it was possible that she wouldn't see Vican again. But she was confronted with this, so she had to deal with it. She wasn't a stranger to confrontation. But even this was hard. She knew she was in the wrong, there was nothing more to it. But her pride got in the way of that. She would never admit she was wrong, even in a situation like this. She had broken Vican's heart too many times. She was wrong for him, no matter how much she wanted to be with him.
The people passing them was distracting, but it didn't seem like anybody really noticed. They were all on their shopping sprees looking for certain items. Two people in a store confronting each other wasn't anything new to them. She listened to Vican with her ears open, ready to take any criticism that was given her way. She deserved it, after all. It was so good to hear his voice again, but his words were harsh. They were filled with emotion and anger, in a sense. It was the first time since she last saw him that she actually listened to someone rather than just hearing words that filled the silence between her and her customers.
"That's not what I'm saying," Lily snapped back at him, getting defensive for almost no reason. She took another deep breath. She wasn't going to cry--not here. "You almost died because of me. I cared about you more than I cared about myself so the last thing I need is a guilt trip." Goosebumps filled her skin. She hated talking openly about her emotions. "You need to open your eyes, Vican. You're better off without me. I've hurt you more than I can count and we were only together for a couple months at most. I almost got you killed and your bar almost burned to the ground because of my stupid actions." She took another breath, but it was obvious she wasn't done.
"I never wanted you to look for me or to have nightmares of me. I wanted you to get over me like I should've gotten over you. I'm a whore, Vican, that's all I am. I'm company for a day or two because if I stay any longer I hurt them. This isn't about me not wanting you, it's about me doing what's best for you." She carried a presence that she normally didn't carry. It was defensive and strong and filled with emotion. She was used to putting on a show for people, but she never did with Vican. She was always herself, and she couldn't figure out why.
WORD COUNT: 500
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
NOTES: ahhh I'm so sorry this is so overdue
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Mar 21, 2018 23:16:11 GMT -7
The sharpness in Lily’s words stung Vican. Their words used to usually be so gentle and kind, sometimes joking, occasionally rough if they were holed up in his bedroom together. He hated the way the emotion sounded in her voice. He also hated the way it made him feel. He listened on in disbelief. Lily’s self image was broadcast before him, and her thoughts started to become understandable to him. Understandable, but still not correct. Vican didn’t imagine that she blamed herself, particularly because he dissociated the blame from her entirely. Vican willingly took her in. That was his choice. Lily was running from a bad situation that was thrust onto her, and by helping her out of if, Vican’s life changed entirely. He’d take that bullet a hundred times more if it meant having Lily back. Vican felt overwhelmed by everything around him. He wanted to be calm and logical, to tell her plainly and simply everything that was on his mind, to artfully convince her that she had done no wrong and that he would finally feel whole again if she were back. Instead, he felt shaky from the lack of drugs and like he was drowning in the gravity of the situation. What if he didn’t see Lily again? What if this was his one last shot at repairing everything? Those anxieties only made him feel worse. ”I’m sorry,” Vican said after a moment of quietness. ”This isn’t meant to be about guilt, Lily,” he said. His heart was beating out of rhythm. The room was so hot. ”But, you’ve got a lot of it wrong, you know,” Vican sighed. What if she left after this? Vican was digging up the feelings that he tried to bury for good under a mountain of drugs. What if he couldn’t get rid of them again? The chance of getting Lily back - however small it was - still outweighed pretty much any risk Vican could dream up. ”My life changed when you came through my door, you know,” Vican told her. ”I was like a machine. Everything felt… automatic. You made it different. You made it all feel like it was maybe worth something. That time that we spent together… f*ck. It was different than any other point in my whole life. You’re not a whore or a liability with an execution risk. You were mine, and that came with some weird circumstances. They were worth it, though.” Vican felt his body shaking. Lily was so close to him but he could feel every excruciating inch of distance between them still. ”You don’t get to decide what’s best or me, Lily. I’m living my life, I know what it’s been like, and so far, you were the best f*cking thing that had happened.”Words: 480 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Mar 22, 2018 21:15:44 GMT -7
Every moment Lily spent with Vican, she felt special. It was stupid and cheesy, but it was true. She felt like she meant something to someone, like someone cared if she lived or died. It wasn’t anything she ever experienced. Being an escort and a stripper meant living the fast yet detached lifestyle. She was encouraged not to get attached to anyone, because if she did, she would lose her hot girl appeal. Her friends used to joke about that as did she. Now, she regretted that she still had that mindset. Every inch of Lily was telling her to walk away, and yet, she couldn’t.
The woman took a couple seconds to organize her thoughts. One thing about being detached was that she didn’t have the problems of a current or past relationship. She wasn’t used to thinking so much about one person. “God, you’re so convincing with your words,” she said, cracking a smile. It was mostly to procrastinate her thoughts, but it was true. He was damn good with his words.
“You could literally have any girl in the district. You’re smart, hot as hell, owns a bar, and have such a stunning personality. You could have the mayor’s daughter any day,” she sighed and looked up at him. She felt like such a damn cheese ball. “And yet you choose me, an escort and stripper who solely relies on you. I honestly don’t understand it.” She gave a small smile and a shrug. She was so used to being unimportant in everybody’s narriative. Even if a married man hired her (which was often), she was always referred to as the other woman, not by any sort of name she resembled. She could see how important she was in Vican’s eyes. It was something she never experienced before and something she didn’t think she would experience again.
She took a deep breath. “You’re such a cheese ball, you know that? I’m trying to break things off and you’re trying so hard to mend them back together. I don’t think I’ve ever worked as hard as you’re working right now.” She was smiling, almost saying the words in a joking manor. She couldn’t take the intensity any longer. It was unbearable to her.
WORD COUNT: mobile
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
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24 Years Old
Relationship:
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Occupation:
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Mar 19, 2020 15:47:06 GMT -7
Vican felt true, incredible, bright bliss bursting through him when he saw Lily’s smile. Her smile was so beautiful, but those details had faded in their time apart. It was like he was discovering her for the first time all over again. This energy was lighting up Vican again. How had he lived without it for so long? He shook his head a little. Could he have any girl in the District? Certainly not any girl, but he’d taken many of them to his apartment for a single night. He’d never felt a drive for anything more than that. He hadn’t been with Lily for long, but she was so special and unique to him. Vican laughed a little despite himself. ”Me? The mayor’s daughter? Not really my type.” Vican met her eyes again. ”I prefer smart, short brunettes with a sharp tongue.” Vican didn’t actually know about the escorting part, but he always wondered. Stripping didn’t bother him - he respected people getting by in the whatever way they knew. Vican sighed with her. He bit at his lip, anxious about what she might say. Like her, he had also never worked so hard at anything in his entire life. All his efforts would fall flat if she didn’t receive them though. ”Well, does that mean it’s working?” Vican asked. Lily didn’t know, but he was willing to move mountains from her. From the night she stumbled to his apartment, running from that man, he was tied to her. He’d keep trying until she told him he couldn’t. Words: 283 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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