Fear Before, Ever After

  Yep. Usually am. -follows along, thoughtful- But is itthe real thing? Or does it even matter?

  I’d love to see you hurt me. Only because I’d love even more asking Lysander to heal me. Tortured soul… I believe that’s you Miss Parker. Men genuinely love me, they can’t help themselves.

They love your body, sure. And the way you use it as a tool to get them with you. But they don't love you Scarlett. They don't love you because you don't let anyone see the real you. You've been fake so long you don't know who the real you is. Either that or you're just crazy and can't handle your personification.

  You hit like a bitch.

You're lucky I talked myself out of using a knife instead. That was for you being a disgusting leach who clings to whomever she can play the little tortured soul card for.

  -looks around, impressed, despite her dark eyes, whistling- You creating this?

Hungy?

  -clears his throat- True. You’re going to show me now, I’m guessing?

-flashes her completely black eyes at him and they're instantly in the dream world, in what looks like New York City- 

Home sweet home.

Do I still count?

  You’re less threatening in that aspect, yea.

Speaking of threatening, you still have yet to see what I can do since I was locked in that room for a month.

  Y tú eres magnífico. 

Te he echado más que la luna no alcanza la querida sol.

  We’re all hiding from you.

  Por supuesto que tiene que hacer un hábito de hablar en español. Es precioso.

Eres hermosa Tatiana.

  I thought it could be something like that, but I still don’t have a fucking clue what to do about it.

I'll talk to her. Maybe she'll let me get some sort of information because she knows I just want him to be safe, not to drag him back if he doesn't want to come.

  Dime entonces. Quiero saber. 

Cuando usted habla, me gustaría ser lo que su lengua estaba revolcando.

  They haven’t even made a decision yet as to whether or not to look for him. -scrubs a hand over his face- Viv is not saying shit to anyone about Grey. Not a single word. You ask about him and she will walk the fuck away. I’ve been hanging out with her when she’ll let me, but she refuses to talk about him at all.

Viv has to know something then, she's only like that when she's keeping a secret because she's so bad at keeping secrets. She gets angry so she doesn't have to tell you.

  ¿Eso significa que puedo hablar con usted en español ahora? 

-purrs- No tienes ni idea de lo que hablan en español me hace.

  That’s basically the attitude people have, yes. A lot of the guys upstairs think they just ran off and that Kent is a lot less of a liability when he’s hiding. So… no.

But what about Grey? I don't think he'd run off like that. I mean, not without telling Viv at least. 

  Columbia? Spanish? -her lips quirked into a while before it disappeared the moment Ever mentioned ‘wrong places’. Dropping her hand, she moves to line the new scar Ever’s body; wincing as though the scar were her own- Not like that. Not exactly. -offers a quick peck instead before pulling back, bending to get a good look at her stab wound instead while she peels back Ever’s shirt- …what happened? -pressing her lips against the healing injury- 

Si. -grins, shivering as she touches her scar, frowning slightly- Please tell me you're not hurt. Are you okay? -pulls away slightly, trying to cover the scar and brush it off- It's nothing. I was just held hostage for a little bit and I got a little testy.

  Keep in mind that I’m not saying anyone is dead. But we haven’t heard from Kent. Or Grey.