#lismarstclair

Those who'd told her to leave tonight had no idea that games had been underfoot all night. Waiting, watching, pretending that art was the most fascinating thing she could be interested in. No, she'd been watching, biding her time until something gave her a good enough time frame; and while they'd delivered the distraction, it hadn't come without loss. The video had simply been enough for her to accelerate her plans.

Sveta slowed like a cat stalking its prey while hatred leaked into something akin to a grimace that touched her lips, curling cruelly. Fingers clawed at the false bottom of her purse until fingers connected with that singular needle. Undetected, she'd held her breath, shoulders back when they'd searched them. Their misfortune of missing it in their 'thorough' search, brought a smirk to her lips.

One step closer, chaos erupted.

Two steps closer, people were erupting.

She checked, Vitaly eyeing her as he made his way over, and grinned something close to devilish as he nodded. The car was ready, and Pavel was in place. The time was now, and they had to act fast. Disregarding the handbag, which had been empty save for idle perfume she could replace, grasping the needle close to her person, until she was directly behind her target.

“Twice.”

The words were under hushed breath, that pang in his chest a reminder of how badly both had gone in the end. There was no luck in that department for the man. He’d tried so many times to search for it that he’d eventually given up.

“Emilia— she just crept up on me. Having someone you trust completely as a friend, who you can tell anything to and be yourself around is rare.” He sighed. “We had that, and I remember being just completely free. From life, myself— she gave me that. But sometimes you have to walk away. I had no other choice” there’d always been talks about a life for them, something more — but only time would tell him that it was never going to happen.

They were doomed.

He hadn’t had a choice. As much as he’d loved her, the organisation was his entire life. Had saved him in ways he couldn’t explain. A young fifteen year old looking for a way to keep his family from spiralling into debt, shoving himself into a fathers role to keep his brother on the straight and narrow.

Look how well that had turned out.

“And then Lisette.” The pain lingered in those words, still on the end of each word. He’s finally began to move on, allowing himself happiness in one way or another. “She really did break me, y’know. As much as people like to joke or throw it around as banter. I would have laid down my life for that woman.”

And her daughters. He’d seen a future with her, a family that he’d always wanted.

Olivier wasn’t prepared to see her. 

But when he turned his head in that restaurant, he felt physically sick. So much so that he instantly stopped eating, dumping his knife and fork down, and reaching across to take a sip of the red wine he’d chosen to accompany his meal. This couldn’t have come at a worst time, as he’d found himself staring at another woman, in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Not in the sense of how he looked at Lisette, no. It was different. But she, Elaina, was becoming more and more desirable with each passing moment. 

‘‘Look who’s here.’‘ Olivier muttered. 

Olivier came to an abrupt stop before her, eyes widening for a moment while swallowing thickly. This couldn't be happening. It was a thought that whirled around in his mind, lips parting in almost confusion. It took everything in him not to stumble backwards, but luckily for him, he was firmly planted on the ground. 

''Lis- Lisette.'' He bluntly states, a bark lingered in his stone, instantly his features transforming into a stoic nature. His body was rigid now, as still as a ghost. But only a second past before he snorted under his breath, shaking his head, hands delving deeply into his pockets, he made to walk around her.

‘‘I should have known you couldn’t stay with someone as lowly as me.’‘ Olivier came to a stop, facing in the opposite direction as her, his shoulder beside hers, he kept his gaze forward. He laughed harshly. He was a different man than she’d ever met. 

‘’I hope dating a commandant is a high enough position for you.’‘

@lismarstclair​

LOCATION: LISETTE’S HOUSE.​

‘‘You know, I thought about it and I just wanted to come and apologise--- for leaving so abruptly the other day...’’ He was practicing to himself, as he muttered it under his breath. Now stood at the door with hands delved deep into his pockets. He whispered a few cuss words under his breath as he reached up to press the bell. 

This felt awkward too just turn up, but he’d been on an evening walk. 

He wanted his jacket back, now.

As pathetic as that sounded, especially in his current state, five glasses of whiskey later when he’d been sat with one of his friends in a favorite local he frequented. Instead of the usual suit attire he’d opt for, he’d dressed in a more smart-casual approach, with dark blue jeans that came in thin towards the ankle, black boots, a black shirt paired with his brown leather over-sized jacket and scalf, and a duffle that was slung over his shoulder with ease. It was nice to change things up for once, he wasn’t out to be fancy or to impress. 

He was out to be himself, it’d felt like it’d been too long.

But as he walked down the street, he couldn’t help the feeling of darkness creeping into his chest; almost as if he dissosciated from the man he was, even if only for a split second, he wasn’t so light anymore, there was something fractured within his core. But instead of moping around, or feeling sorry for himself --- weirdly, he felt slightly empowered as he took to her steps two at a time and within a second rasped his knuckles against the word. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have come in this mood, after a few drinks--- and a couple of lines. But did he really care? No, he didn’t. Not at this point.

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‘‘I’ll catch you back at home---’‘ He whispered to Elaina, as he pressed a short kiss to her cheek and a private wink in her direction, the help was always appreciated, he gave Cole a quick nod and took off quietly in the direction that Lisette was in, eyes searching for the blonde haired woman; wondering why she’d felt the need to run off quickly. 

It took only seconds to round a corner when his gaze landed upon her; still the most beautiful woman, besides Elaina, that he’d ever laid eyes upon. What was he meant to say? She seemed to angry, yet so happy all at the same time. 

‘‘Lis.’‘ He called. 

As he wandered, hot drink in hand and cuddled further into his jacket, Olivier wondered why he’d decided to come here alone, maybe it was the fact that Etienne was in such a bad way, that he felt wrong to go with anyone else, or the fact that he knew he’d at least bump into people that he knew. But when his eyes zoned in on a certain blonde, he couldn’t help that flutter that seemed to errupted in his chest, only for it to die just as quickly.

A man with his hand upon her waist, and he couldn’t help it as he stared, it was that look, the one that he’d often try to keep at bay --- a pure look of jealousy. Olivier gulps thickly, wondering if his feet could move him in her direction, or if they’d stay planted in the spot he occupied. Oh god, no, he thought; was this the guy? The one he had to compete with? A sigh fell from his lips.

Man up, he grunted internally as he finally carried himself in her direction.

‘‘Happy Halloween, Lisette.’‘ He half smiled.