(fuck a) silver lining

“Oh man, you wanna know something weird? I don’t even speak English. How wild is that? Wish I could be more help, but I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Lo siento, y’know?”

She could come at him if she wanted - frankly, he would welcome the challenge. Under his skin, Wrath rippled, wanting to burst out and consume the woman whole. For the moment, Thackery subdued the sin, smile plastered on his face, the very embodiment of irritating.

“Are you fucking serious?” She snapped, hands balling into fists at her sides. If the guards weren’t there, Ari would have gone after him. She wanted to, but going back into solitary wasn’t at the top of her list at this very moment. Maybe later, if she felt like getting scrappy when someone pissed her off, but she wasn’t ready just yet. Time out of the hole was nice, she needed it, and she wasn’t about to ruin that. “Fuck you, dude, seriously. I’m just trying to find my husband you and have to go and be an ass about it. I’m a married woman in distress.”

Skipping through the hallways, Bella swung the strings of her robe along with her. That morning, she’d been painting and drawing and had paint all over her hands. Sure, her drawings weren’t exactly cheerful, but she’d been told to get out all of her feelings. It was supposed to help her talk about it later. Bella spun around in circles, skipping down to her doctor’s office to show them to him. They’d been placed in a folder after they’d dried and were taken to him. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be in the hallway. But when the girl walked up to her, a bright grin formed across her face. “Yeah, I like helping people,” she stated. But when the girl spoke, Bella stopped. She had a feeling she knew who she was talking about. Swallowing, she bit her lip. “I don’t know where he is and I don’t want to know. I don’t like finding him.”

Arabella’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly when the girl spoke. She didn’t like it when people weren’t nice to her husband - he deserved the world, after all. “What do you mean, you don’t want to know? You should.” Everyone should want to know, Dexter deserved all of the attention that came with being in this place. Reaching up, she pushed some hair back from her face before glancing back at the guards behind her, hoping that they’d go away but obviously losing hope when they were still standing there. Turning her attention back to the woman, she let out a little huff. “Well, I don’t know what your problem with him is, but he deserves better. I’m sure my husband has done nothing to you.”

“Oh, baby, I’m not new. I’ve been here for what seems like ages - you just haven’t seen me around because they’ve kept me away. The only person who peaks my interest is my husband, honey. Sorry.”

“Sounds like you’re describing a God.” He commented with an obvious smirk on his face. He had been told a few hours prior to her release that she was getting out of solitary. His attraction may lay with men, but she had always been loyal. When it came to marriage, he never assumed he would bother with such a chore, but he had with her. It was all for show, of course. There was no emotional attachment on his end, but it was the only way she’d be able to see him. So, getting married in the prison had been hilarious all things considered. And truth be told, he just never CARED to file for divorce. The benefits weren’t nice when you were a convicted murderer, but it was better than nothing. “Overly pretty. Confident. ATTRACTIVE. I’ve seen such a being. If I had a mirror, I’d be staring myself over in it.” He wrapped his arms around his wife, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I have missed you, Ari. It’s quite dull when your drama isn’t causing people to riot.” 

When she heard Dexter’s voice, the blonde couldn’t help but perk up. She was already happy due to being let out of solitary, but getting to see her husband made her even more excitable. It hadn’t been that long since she’d last seen him in solitary, but that didn’t stop her from missing him. “Of course I’m describing a God, sweetheart,” She said with a smile, wrapping her arms around him as well and giving him a gentle squeeze. “Mm, of course you’re all of those things. You’re the human equivalent of a God, Dex, and it’s beautiful.” Leaning up, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. She’d missed him dearly, even though she got to see him from time to time - it was different when they got to be face to face rather than having a door between them. “I’ve missed you too, Dex, so much. I’ve missed being able to have you hold me, it was lonely in there,” Her smile faltered a bit, but it returned full force after a brief moment. “I gotta try to behave now, or else they’ll send me back - I don’t wanna go back, not again.”

“Are we talking about Dexter?” He’s pretty sure this girl is not his boyfriend, but perhaps Jacen has missed TOO much. After receiving the letter that was hastily written, it took a few days for the doctor to make a decision. Leaving his new job for his old one was easy – Dante was in trouble – but he knew disappearing like he had was going to cause some problems. “Have you checked solitary? I imagine he’s there pretty often. Last I heard, he had his own cell.” It was hard to do something to someone who had been sent here because prison wouldn’t be able to handle him. “Then again, I am… surprised to see you out, Arabella. It’s been MONTHS since I’ve seen you last.”

“Of course we’re talking about Dexter - who else would we be talking about?” She asked, brows raised. It had been ages since she’d seen Jacen, and she’d started to wonder what had happened to him, but he was around now and that was all that mattered. Maybe he could help her. “He was there a little while ago - we got to spend some quality time together,” Ari said with a smile, reaching up to brush some hair back from her face as she spoke. “But he’s out now, they let him out a couple days ago.” They’d let him out before her, which kind of pissed her off, but she decided that it was best to be happy for him - after all, she’d do anything for Dex. “They just let me out today, doc! I’m out on good behavior, trial run, all that, you know. But I’m hoping to stay out for good, now. I’m going to behave this time, I swear.”

“Mm, blonds aren’t really my type. So I think I’ll pass on that one.” Not remotely close to the answer she was looking for, but Thackery was hardly in the mood.

He knew she wanted that infamous fool that was up on the Red floor, that British fuck - or rather, one of many British fucks - but wasn’t going to be bothered playing Code Adam for the guy. Pride bristled at the very idea, at being a glorified directory. No thank you.

Ari couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. She didn’t have time for his bullshit answers - she needed to find Dexter, and she wasn’t having any luck on her own. “Seriously, dude, have you seen him? His name is Dexter,” Her arms folded over her chest, a clear look of annoyance on her face that made the guards behind her stiffen, as if ready to grab her at any given moment. “I need to find him. So your help would be greatly appreciated.”