#bornglory

 what was love? It certainly wasn’t what alaya thought it was, the intense feeling of apprehension and passion that filled her bones with joe. she was stupid, so stupid for thinking that that was how it felt to be loved, being left every few days to wonder what she did wrong. letting out a small sigh, alaya contemplates just turning around but before she can, her fist makes contact with the door in front of her. there was no turning back now - she wouldn’t run away this time. she was done running away from her problems. she catches her breath as the door opens and the familiar male stands before her. she has to speak, she can’t just s t a n d there  “ ---------- i guess it’s my turn to come runnin’ back.”

The landlord was relentless to tidy up the landscape in front of her apartment building. Acacia didn’t get why; no point in trying to gentrify the neighborhood that no one was dying to move into. But the older man was a nut, driven and hellbent to do what he wanted. And since he didn’t bother her and she paid on time, well, the vampire couldn’t have given a shit what the guy decided to do. So he hired someone for the job, it was easy to pick her out due to the fact that she appeared out of absolutely nowhere and the scenery outside her building gradually became easier on the eyes. 

So you’re the person that’s been making the building look nice? was the first thing the woman remembered saying to her, sitting on top of a public trashcan at dusk, watching the green eyed woman clap the dirt off her hands. She was cute, Acacia would give her that, but she hadn’t pictured a woman in her twenties to be taking on the job. Maybe a man in his thirties that was ripped and had a thing for digging, but it was still a refreshing surprise nonetheless. 

“what case do we have today, hmm?” she was clad in one his shirts and a pair of fluffy socks, her chin resting against his shoulder. of course, it was only his case, but lola was nosy. and she also needed to know if it could be linked back to her or her sisters. she pressed a light kiss to the side of his neck, humming quietly as she leaned in to get a better view of the case file. “i was thinking we could order in and get some chinese for dinner. or pizza. or burgers. or kebab. i’m just hungry and food sounds really good right now.” she silently cursed herself as she saw a picture of the face of the victim. it was one of theirs. she wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to work around this, he had never actually had one of their murders as a case before. one thing was for sure, elijah could not find out that she was behind this.

       she doesn’t even wait for him to say a word, to have a moment of recognition and realisation. her arms quickly wrap around him, pulling him closer to her body. she was still smaller than him, something she actually had grown to like. alaya rests her chin upon his shoulder, “------- hey, lu.”

“another long shift?” it was closing time and tatiana’s favourite customer was back in. she always stayed open later for scarlett to be able to finish up her meal. it wasn’t a problem for her. her son was grown now, he could look after himself, there was no need for her to be home early. she took advantage of that, especially for nights like this. the last of the customers had slowly left and the rest of her colleagues had gone, turning the lights down low and turning the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’. tatiana took a seat opposite the girl in the booth, filling up her coffee cup before setting it down beside them. there were various stains covering her apron, ice cream, spaghetti, ketchup. she was a mess. but, really, that was nothing new. “haven’t seen you for a couple days. how’s everything been going? how’s work?”