&. she wept.

         ❛ uh you you wouldn’t like this kind. you don’t EAT it. ❜

             ❝ oh shit, yeah… well, i guess i got them spare rooms              for a reason. one or two of ‘em should be empty                         come on, let’s get some perfume & some of that clinique              stuff on ya’. ❞

╱  she’d be nervous too, were she in the girl’s position. but yeah, there’s just something exciting about going out there &  doing something you’ve been told was “wrong”. that is, after all, how nova ended up here. this type of life she had, it was meant for men. she was supposed to be the dutiful, baby-making housewife. but she had too much ambition for that.                       she gave a wave of a hand, telling the girl to follow her. ╲

     ' i don't know what clinique is buuuuut okay ! '

               she drawls out her words, the smile she's now wearing                finally reaching her eyes. and as she was given the order                to follow, she did just that, practically skipping behind her                new found friend. and as she made her way to the room,                with nothing but a smile & teenage jitters, she forgot all                all about her horrible home.

             ❝ well, alright, then!  ❞

╱  the transition between cigarette and the half-full cigarette pack, was seamless. one of the sticks hanging between her lips, the other chopping away against the face of her smartphone before she pressed it to her ear. there’s a murmur of heavy, languid russian, before she smiles and slips the phone away, her fingers helping to strike a light to the end of the cigarette. ╲

                              ❝ max, is gonna get ready &  then meet us…                               ya’ got a place around here?  ❞         

     ' no. i ran away, remember ? '

                     the butterflies are back again & her stomach flips.                     ' max .. that's a nice name. '                                                                       playing with her hair,                      willow begins to wonder and fantasize about what's                      coming next. it's rebellious and exciting, the unknown.                      everything about it.

╱  seeing the smile threatening to break the brunette’s features was enough satisfaction. her fingers playing with her cigarettes gently, she was already slipping a celebratory one free, giving her lips a light lick. ╲                      ❝ whenever ya’ want… just say the word &                        i can have one down here in ten minutes. ❞

' n-now ! '

           she watches the cigarette, her lips and fingers.            and she CAN'T stop watching, no matter how            hard she tries.

╱  nova was never a very trusting person. she might come off nice, at times, but she always made sure to keep people at arm’s length. but the guys that worked for her, she trusted them with her life. they were in an sketchy trade, but they were good. they respected their clients just as they should their own parents &  siblings. she’d be in good hands. &  nova wouldn’t be far the entire time. ╲                      ❝ they’re good guys— i sweat to ya’, they won’ do nothin’ to                      hurt ya’… they’ll call ya’ whatever ya’ want too. & you can                      even choose one that you think is attractive… just want ya’                      to be happy with ya’ choice, sweetness. ❞

' o-okay, yes .. when can i -- .. ? '

╱  she was going to be a nice person &  not even charge her for the service. nova’s guys, the male escorts, didn’t come cheap. but a little charity wouldn’t hurt, now &  again. ╲                      ❝ at first, yeah, but if the guy know what he doin’,                      then it’ll start feelin’ real good, real fast…. my guys                      know what they doin’. they’ll definitely take care                      of ya’, sweetness. ❞

     ' you promise they won't hurt me ? and -- and      they'll call me sweetness, too ? '

╱  it’s not like she could say she was surprised. everything about the brunette screamed virgin. ╲                      ❝ well, shit… well, if ya’ wanna get laid, i can help ya’.                      or even if ya’ just wanna kiss a guy— i know a few tha’ll                      happily pucker-up, since y’er hot and all. ❞

' the girls back home said it hurt. does it always hurt ?? if not, y-yeah. i do ! if it feels good .. i wanna feel good. '

     ❛  probably, with time and patience.            i guess it depends on how you learn.  ❜

Well at the very least she tried though she doesn’t seem to understand the fear that seeps out. ❝Sounds just like home to me.❞ She joked only knowing that it’d make the girl’s worry even worse ( mostly for her own enjoyment of course ). ❝My head but it always hurts.❞

         ❛ candy. real nice blue candy. ❜

     ❛  it is perfectly fine.          not everyone speaks italian. ❜

Her eyes move from her empty hand almost longing to once again see the colourful pills which filled it. Her brow arches and there’s an amused grin on her face as she looks over at the other. ❝Your church? What kinda church did you go to and where can I find it?❞ These days she’ll put just about any pill into her mouth with out so much as a thought so to find a house of worship of all places that’s so willing to give to it’s patrons was one she definitely had to visit. ❝And no these are for… pain. I get really bad headaches.❞

╱ there were the dark days, when she was younger.      &  she’d even been with a few women. but aside      from that, she’d only gotten it on with her husband.      of course, now that he’d gone &  “disappeared”,      she was basically a virgin reborn, as hard as it was      to believe. all of this, not information she was willing      to share with a stranger..  ╲                      ❝ plenty’a times… wait, ya’ ain’ a virgin, is ya’?  ❞

' i am ---- ... a virgin. '

                      if she hadn't ran away, at this VERY moment she                       would no longer be as pure as snow, untouched.                       as far as she knew.

         ❛ nevermind bambi you’re clearly not buyin’ shit. ❜

     ❛  ma’am, in english.  ❜