in the garden of earthly delights!

So… He lets her slap him?… Yeah, she doesn’t have a lot of raw strength and she will tire herself out…He looks very amused by her growl, she’ll see that twitch and it pisses her off! Anyway, maybe they’re getting somewhere, she doesn’t mind for money so she’ll shake her head when he asks if she wants money and nods when he asks if she wants something  else, at least something the price of getting rid of bodies, she’s taking a lot of risks for this idiot if she accepts to do that for him.

What the hell can she do with this tall idiot anyway? She’ll have to learn him sign language if she wants to be able to use him, she’ll tap his head with one of her fingers then shows her mouth as if talking and then shows her hands, she really needs him to understand her…Also…God she’d love him to get off her!!! She’ll try getting up again, this position is really too intimate in her opinion, she’s a small thing after all, and he’s quite heavier then he looks. She’ll tap the ground as if to say she throws the towel, she can hardly be more polite by asking him to get off, although, her anger is still there and she will throw another slap at him, adding her claws to it this time, he deserves to bleed! She wants to see him suffer.

But she’s quite tired too, and looks a little sleepy, blinking continuously as if fighting to stay awake, before letting out a long yawn, letting him see inside her mouth and her adorable cat-like teeth.      

The tap made him jump a bit, not used to the touch, looking down at her eyes again. Oh, he really loved her eyes. He wanted to keep them. He.. cant, though. He cant take them, because she needs to help him.

He watches her hands, furrowing his brow. She wants him to understand, but it might take a bit. Lawrence isn’t the best to teach. When she motions for him to get off, he hesitates for a second, before slowly moving off of her and kneeling beside her. 

Being on high alert, he jumps and grabs her wrist before she can slap him. Gripping her wrist almost too tight- he could feel the bones grind together. It seems like whatever patience he had of her attacking him is gone, now. 

The hard grip lets go, but Lawrence glares at her in a show of dont do that again. He was violent, but he didn’t want to be. Not now. 

Lawrence changes between two main opinions of Callie: 

1. The same kind of curiosity or fascination you would get while looking at a dead or severely wounded animal, like you want to finish it off or want to know what had happened with morbid details

   something felt off to her   ,   she understood nerves and how natural they could be to someone but this felt strange   .   as she picked up the petite pieces she glanced over at his arms   ,   was he cleaning up mulch and didn’t get a chance to wash it off   ?   maybe he cut himself in the process too   ?   yes   ,   that had to be it   .   ❛   are you sure   .   .   ?   i think you’re bleeding   ———   ❜   without any hesitation she pointed at the palm of his hand and prayed it was the main source of the rest of the crimson liquid on his arms   .   ❛   a  -  a lot   .   .   .   ❜  

  she suddenly fell silent for a moment but glanced up and around the empty store   ,   ❛   wait here   ,   i’ll go get the first aid kit   .   don’t worry about the pieces   ,   they might get in your cut if ya don’t cover it right away   .   ❜   the brunette stood up and rushed towards the register as she spoke   ,   merely guessing that a first aid kit was even there   .  

Lawrence flinched a bit when she pointed over at him, his hand flexing as if he was going to grab her hand, but it doesn’t move any closer. He doesn’t move any closer.

He looks up at her, his jaw clenched slightly as if he were nervous about her saying something else. Whatever he was worried about didn’t come, instead something about first aid. She stands and rushes away before he can question it, leaving Lawrence kneeling there.

Would it be okay if he just left? It would probably be suspicious- at least more than he was already. The more the girl touches him the more his hands shake. 

It was just supposed to be a quick shop, something to help him calm down after he.. ah-

So… Not only did he hit her then pin her to the ground… But now…His gaze is straight on her neck, she can see it from the corner of her eye…this weirdo… It looks like he likes what he’s seeing and now… touching! god damn him she hates this! she hates that people watch her scar, still… It’ll make her shiver and suck a breath in, his touch is gentle, soft even, it has been long since someone touched her like that…She doesn’t hate it, and she’ll even blush, but… No, she does hate it and she’ll buck, making him almost strangle her, She won’t dare to move for a second, still glaring at him, his actions kind of pushed her to watch him in the end.

As he let go of her shoulder she will give him the double finger because she’s classy like that, and then she’ll try to slap him, to hiss at him, but again, without sound, it’s just her showing her teeth, kicking the air and trying to get him off her but hell… He’s too heavy and on her, she hates when people touch her, and he’s just burning her nerves away… although… He did kill a lot of people… She could use this man, use him to protect her forest, have him as… a friend, he has a fair amount of strength.

She’ll let out a growl by rolling the back of her throat in a kind of purring sound and let her hand fall before crossing them, she’ll then gesture towards him as if to ask for money, hoping he’ll understand that she wants something in return for her help, after all, it’d only be fair, this fucker’s making her go through a lot of pain while …”Politely” asking for her help.

It was unlike him, even Lawrence could agree, but Lawrence just settled there and let her attack him. It didn’t do any real damage, and he sure as hell didn’t move, but other than that he let her tire herself out.

He tilts his head a little bit when she goes still, looking at her like a dog waiting for a response. The growl made the corner of his mouth twitch, a hint of a smile making its way onto his face, though he tried to hide it. It sounded like a cat.

As her hands move, he watches them, furrowing his brow in confusion. He didn’t understand. 

.. Money? Did she want money, or something? Or just something in return?

Time seemed to move slowly as Lily’s azure eyes took in her surroundings and any sort words he was trying to say to get her to not panic was futile. Why on Earth possessed him to take her home with him instead of leaving her on the ground? She didn’t want to hear about his explanation or excuse. Any calm rationality she had before was thrown out the window when she woke up tied to a chair. There was absolutely no good explanation at all for any of this. Whoever he was when he took a step forward toward her, her automatic response was to exhale and scream.

“SOMEONE PLEASE HEL-mmmpphh…” She saw him go forward and felt his hand as he held it firmly over her mouth, his nails digging into her skin causing her to want to pull away from him. She felt his other hand around the back of her neck so she couldn’t pull her head back away from him like she tried to.

‘DON’T TOUCH ME…GET AWAY FROM ME…LET ME GO… I’VE DONE NOTHING TO YOU…GET OFF OF ME NOW…’ Lily’s mind was muddled with anger and fright at how quickly her evening was going to hell. Sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of the hand covering her mouth in the hopes that he’d get his hands off of her, she froze up when his knee pushed between hers tilting the chair she was sitting on back a bit. Her nails started to dig into the arms of the chair praying she wouldn’t fall backwards. Above her head, the sound of thumping upstairs alerted her that there were indeed other people nearby. Oh thank goodness… Maybe they could help her…

“You…need to be quiet. You can’t scream, okay. I’ll snap your neck right here, you know. You’re not going to scream, are you? You understand, right?” He was leaning down way too close for her comfort, whispering in her ear.

Lily felt her heart plummet at his words and like a dam breaking hot tears starting to bubble up in her eyes. Spilling out and over her cheeks, wetting his fingers. She didn’t doubt he’d snap her neck given the chance considering he must’ve carried her here and the force he knocked her out with…

The hand that was firmly gripping the back of her neck was releasing pressure and she didn’t have to be told that he expected her to nod. Teeth firmly gripping on the palm of his hand she nodded making sure to deliberately grind her teeth into him. A weak display of reprisal directed at him given that she could only do that much taped to a chair. She flexed her hands to try and free them or at least stretch out her bindings. The stickiness was mildly irritating against her skin as she moved.

The bite almost made Lawrence jerk his hand away, clenching his jaw as he waited for her to nod. Once he was sure she wouldn’t scream, he flinched back and off the chair, only to clench his hurt hand into a fist and hit her.

He punched her in the mouth, hard enough for the chair to fall back. Standing back up, he opened his hand to look at the damage. It was bleeding, there were deep teeth marks in the skin. There’s been biters before, he could deal with this- at least until he can figure out what to do with her.

Reaching back, Lawrence grabbed the tape off of the table and moved forward. He walked around her, crouching beside her head and ripping off a piece. Just to make sure, he held her jaw closed to put the tape over her mouth. 

There were a couple of seconds where he just looked at her, furrowing his brows, before he stood back up and wiped the blood from his hand onto his pants. He reached back down, grabbing the back of the chair and pulling the girl back up.

Making his way back around in front of her, the anxious smile that he greeted her with was gone. He almost wanted to hit her again, but.. He couldn’t risk her screaming more.

❝ Oh, sweet ! ❞

 With his confirmation, she plants herself right in that very seat and takes a light swig of her beer. As she swallows and the beer glass lowers out of the way of her view, she gets a better look at him.

 She could read his body language, loud and clear. His type was certainly one of her favorites to interact with, but she took no pleasure in their discomfort. After all, their conversation wouldn’t last long if she scared him off.

  ❝ Soooo… How’s it going tonight ?  I’m not coming on too strong, am I ?  I could order us some food from the bar if you want… ! ❞

Lawrence was almost confused for a second. She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t even frowning. 

What? Was she trying to trick him?

It took him a minute to realize she was talking to him. Coming on.. to him? To Lawrence? Was she already drunk?

“ Um . . It’s going. . “ He doesnt finish, switching the topic, “ Sorry for staring , I just . . How old are you ? You don’t look old enough to be here, and . . “

He was trying not to notice, but he found injuries like a fly always seems to find things rotting. His eyes flicker from her face- or, at least, from beside it, to her neck. 

The bruise certainly didn’t look old. Was it her family, or something? A boyfriend?