aim for the head

         it had been so long; so very long since he had touched her flesh, seen her bared to his eyes & right now he was gazing over her. he was taking in every piece of her skin & memorizing it. just like he did every time that he looked at her. ❛you are so lovely.❜ he breathed out, his eyes tracing over the pieces of her skin & his hand reached up to delicately begin to trace the contours that lined the curves of her waist. his thumb flicked back & forth against the flesh & his heart pounded inside of his chest. his pain was somewhat numbed from his intake of alcohol & he had known worse than this & survived. he slid his arm around her waist & tugged her closer to him. ❛come here…i never want to let you go again.❜ he breathed out in a soft voice as he traced his fingers all over her skin & began to trail kisses up the line of her waist, wherever he could reach. ❛it’s so hard to spend so long away from you, vin…❜ he admitted lightly. he had never been known to be chaste, but since he had been with her he had been. he had bedded no other.❛it’s torture to wait so long to see you again.❜ he admitted.

     just seeing his face was good enough for her, but being able to be this comfortable with him was testament to how much he meant to her. he had been her first and in her head, he was going to be her only. she couldn’t help but blush as he complimented her; the way he treated her always made her feel like the only person in the world. and she hated thinking in clichés like that, but she couldn’t help it. his trail of kisses caused her eyes to slip closed for a moment as she smiled to herself, her fingers tangling in his hair before she looked to him, her features softening. “why don’t we go somewhere no one knows us? get away from it all. get a small patch a land that’s all ours,” she said softly. being without him was like torture, the only kind of advantage it had was it gave her passion and time to write and earn a little more money. “i would do anything to be with you all the time,” she chewed on her lip slightly as she looked away from him for a moment. 

     “basementception,” she joked with a little grin as she looked back up at zep. she could feel that she was going to get along really well with zep and she kind of hoped that she was partnered up with him. she could already imagine the two of the goofing off and john glaring at them. “just please tell me there’s some sort of order to the archives,” she asked, still smiling softly at him.

Shaking his head with a soft sigh-like chuckle, he pulled her back, kissing her nose. “It’s okay,” Pecking her lips he rested for a moment. “It was really nice.” He would’ve kissed her more, but he remembered their original plan of ordering food, and passed her the phone. “If you thing kissing me gets you out of ordering food-”

vinnie couldn’t help but blush ever so softly. she really was a total dork when it came to things like this. she knew she should have had a boyfriend in high school, at least then she would know what to do in situations like this. “alright, alright, i’ll order now, i promise,” she chuckled, picking up the phone and dialling the take away place, resting her head on his shoulder.

    the bartender narrows in on where they sit, and this is the point where Elias knows he must really keep himself reserved and cool. He wants to enjoy this, everything about this. “Let me buy you a drink.” The words slip out from the air, drifting in the dark night before melting like honey. Low and calm, not demanding but more matter of fact. Something that is presented…friendly, in some sort of way. Yet, while waiting for her to answer, green eyes fall back to the bartender as he mutters out “martini- shaken.” So different from how he spoke to her. Just as intended. 

     she polished off the last of the whisky in her glass as she snorted. “tell that to my work colleagues,” she said raising her eyebrows slightly. placing the empty glass on the bar, she looked to the bartender, waiting for him to turn so she could get another, but before she could even say a word, her new friend had offered to but her a drink. “sure uh- just another whisky, thanks,” she said, glancing to the bartender before looking back to the new company. “i’m vinnie by the way,” she offered, smiling at him sweetly.

Though he seriously considered otherwise, he swallowed hard, distressed look not fading until he set the cup down again.  He rubbed his temple, shaking his head.  “You saw nothing,” John simply said, focus returned to Vinnie.  “Really - thank you, though.  Honestly I thought you were someone coming to tell me they’d busted something again.  This is…way better.”

     her brow furrowed slightly before she shook her head, trying her best to try and get passed the fact he’d just drunk dirty water, that must have been so fucking gross. “doesn’t leave this room,” she said with a little smile. “nah, just a horror nerd who usually finds these things super boring,” she chuckled softly. “usually they’re so lame and there’s no craft, y’know?”

“Coming from me- from your favourite green bean- you are at least an eight.” He took some Pepsi for himself, sitting up only until he’d consumed it, then lay back again, facing her, smiling at her with his hand swiping the joint after her second drag. “I’m really fucked up, my pal.” He grinned at the remark, as if it was something to be proud of, though perhaps it was to mask the twinge of regret in his voice. “Like- I could’ve done something good like used my voice for something, but here I am, smoking and drinking away- Ew, I’m like one of those old men at the bars- you know the cryptic ones?”

carefully placing the pepsi on the side table, she laid down next to him, snorting softly. “you’re my friend, you’re supposed to say shit like that,” she said, half joking, half really not. she squinted at him slightly as he started to explain how he’d fucked up. she knew that the both of them were just the kids that everyone thought wasted their lives instead of knuckling down at school or paying more attention to having fun. she shook her head at him. “fuck that. we’re doing what we want to do. we’re young, we don’t have to decide to do anything yet. i’d much rather waste my time with you than doing something other people thought was good for me,” she said seriously. that was definitely the weed talking.

“I could’ve went into detail, Vinnie.” He nudged her softly, offering her a cigarette, putting one in his mouth. “Do you want detail?”

“no,” she said simply. she took one of his cigarettes and brought it to her lips. “i want no details, like fuck, no, jut no...” she said before lighting her cigarette and offering the lighter to him.

“Seemed out of it, is all.  And you’ve been looking at the same unopened file for…You know maybe a bit longer than I personally feel is necessary, but if you’re having some stare-down with the folder, then by all means don’t let me stop you.”

“shit,” she said, blinking slowly and putting the file down on the desk. “if only that could solve cases, right?” she said with a strained chuckle. “there’s just something about this case that’s bugging me. i just can’t put my finger on it and i know it’s here somewhere,” she said, opening the file finally.

Her face was thin. Her blue-grey eyes were dull and lifeless. Her skin was pale and translucent with a deathly look upon it. Her hair was thinning, her hair was fragile. Any tug would cause it to fall out. Her eyes glanced down at her hands, scratching at the blood on them. 

     tucking a small strand of hair behind her ear, she looked towards diana, still smiling softly, but she till worried about her. vinnie had the luxury of not knowing everything that was wrong with diana, she was oblivious to the fact that things were a lot worse and that there was a chance that she would lose her new friend instead of having a new one for the rest of her life. it was bad enough that she could feel her mother slipping away from her, she couldn’t lose anyone else. diana wasn’t looking better, but part of vinnie wasn’t going to acknowledge that, simply pretending everything was okay was the most powerful gift that she had in this situation. she crossed the room, slowly sliding her back pack off and then settling on the chair beside the bed with a small smile. “how is everything?” she asked sweetly. her papa hated the idea of her being here since he wished she would look after her mama, but she just couldn’t stand facing any of that right now.

Stubborn, stubborn girl, Amanda had always been hard headed and annoyingly difficult. 

“That’s not a good idea—                     unless you want to LOSE FEELING in your hand.”

“it’s alright, trust me, it’s not like it’s that much use to me,” she joked, still trying to keep the mood light.

“Hanging in there?”

     “yeah,” she started, already unconvincing that she was okay, but she was still trying to prove to people she was okay. “i’m getting there, you know, taking it a day at a time and all that bullshit,” she said with a forced chuckle.

“I’m not proud to admit it, but you gotta do what you gotta do and sometimes what you gotta do is eat leftover spaghetti from the floor of your office.”

“you do realise you could have got different food, i mean that’s the kind of thing i used to do when all i had in my pockets was lint and a nickel...”