#lvcette

It felt like ages since she had last seen Mina, and so much had happened. 

She’d taken in a ward, Felicity; a good girl, albeit a little quirky. Quirky she could do, odd she couldn’t. It was all fine and good (she’d been obsessing a bit lately). It was all she could do--Banquo was in a coma, and she was taking care of his kid. That was no small thing; she couldn’t help but worry that he wouldn’t like what he saw if and when he woke up.

There had been no time to see Mina (no time to enjoy Venice, if you could enjoy such a thing) of the late. Work had been especially busy and entirely unenjoyable. Typically, she took pride in her work. There was nothing better than winning an incredibly tough case--save for the look on Felcitiy’s face when Beth took care of her. 

Being a mother was something she never saw for herself. She loved children, but never wanted to spend 9 months worrying about not drinking or smoking. The simplest thing could throw a pregnancy off. Now she had all the benefits of having a child without the hardest part. She was concerned at how Mina would react. 

Beth had taken a car to the Cat; she was picking Mina up and taking her for a ‘surprise’. She was planning on gauging her reaction to the whole ‘child’ thing on the way over. “Good afternoon, my love. I have a lot to tell you.”

Beth: Have you heard?

Beth: Juliet has been kidnapped. They must be targeting Capulets.

☺: for a happy voicemail

“I’M MAKING LEMON POPPYSEED MUFFINS AND IF YOU DONT GET OVER HERE AND TRY THEM I’M DISOWNING YOU.”

♥ : for a loving voicemail

“I know it’s supposed to just be sex- but it means so much more than that.... you mean so much more than that. I love you, dude.”

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

“It’s too much for me, okay? It’s too fucking much and you’re too much and I can’t handle it, okay? I’m going away for awhile. Call you when I get there.”

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

“DO YOU BELEIVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE? *Bass pumping* I CAN HEAR SOMETHING INSIIIIIDE ME SAY, I REALLY DON’T THINK YOU’RE STRONG ENOUGH OOOOOOHHHH”

✾: for a congratulatory voicemail

“Yaaaaaas! We are celebrating the end of the semster with a bar hop starting at the SKull- be there at 6 or drinks are on you.... Who are we kidding they’ll probably be on you anyway.”

☽: for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)

“Hey, did I leave my sweater at your house? Shoot me a text and let me know- love you!”

ϟ: for a break up voicemail

“Who are we kidding, Lu? I know it’s not working, you know it’s not working. Let’s just stop it now before we fuck everything up.”

♦: for an apologetic voicemail

“I’m sorry, is that what you wanted to hear? I’m sorry and it won’t stop eating at me and I can’t think of a better way to do this than leave a message in your fucking inbox. I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up.”

♣: for a sad voicemail

*Muffled sounds of Ben crying followed by shuffling* Shit! *Disconnected*

☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

“Look I know we didn’t get to finish what we were talking about earlier, but I’d like to... a lot. Just, don’t tell Luca yet, okay? You know how she gets.”

☃: for a holiday-centric voicemail

“You are my suuuunshine! My only suuunshine! You make me haaaaappy when skies are graaaay! Happy Birthday!!!”

✉: for a ‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail

“GRADUATION MOTHAFUCKER. I grabbed a bottle of Dom Perignon for the ceremony that I’m gonna shove up my pants... Hopefully they think it’s just my massive wang.”

♫: for a vague voicemail

The limo ride had Beth nearly panting, and as they pulled up to her flat she was shivering in anticipation. Patience, she reminded herself, you’ve waited this long... It didn’t stop her from leaping out of the car and opening Mina’s door for her. A lady always is courteous, especially when that lady was about to engage with the other lady. She nodded to her guards and stepped into her building, trying to remain calm and graceful as they ascended the elevator to her level. As soon as the doors opened she froze, not knowing what to do. 

Mina was so intoxicating, so graceful, so sophisticated it was like she was back home, playing with the girls who wanted nothing more than to piss off their parents. But this was different and she was accountable. The only thing she managed to get out was “let me make you a drink.” Which was laughable, considering Mina’s profession was making drinks. Beth mentally kicked herself for the natural reaction. She couldn’t wait to get Mina to her apartments and now she had no idea how to proceed. “I have red wine, an abundance of it actually--I only drink reds. Well, sometimes I drink whites. I do drink champagne. Never beer, my father used to say--” she bit her lip. “Let me find some glasses.”

My father used to say? Really? She frowned, looking desperately in all of her cabinets for some damned stem glasses (she never poured her own wine--her chef did it for her). “Ah! Here we are. I hope this vintage is okay, I have yet to open it. It’s from California.” She smiled as she poured, trying to mask her desperation. Conversation was something Beth was out of practice with. All of her assistants, guards, and clients didn’t really carry much for her. But Mina, God, she could talk to Mina all day, and that was the problem. 

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: Boss Ass Bitch (it used to be Barbie Girl but she made him change it)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: Where does she get half of these emojis??? He’s not annoyed, he’s just jealous.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: If it’s important, immediately. If not, he knows she won’t like flip over it.

How often our muses text: Only when they like need something from each other, or to make plans

How often our muses call: They call more than text, but they’d rather meet face-to-face. They’re like mega close.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: Only if he’s like working on something because her calls tend to last like straight hours. He’ll text her though.

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

Paris: omg luca i’m not bailing you out of jail. i have morals and also student debts. 

It started with tilting her head back as he laced his fingers through her hair. He could taste the whickey on her breathe and knew, as she surely did, that they were breaking all of the rules. 

“Shhhhh- he doesn’t need to know.”

His lips traced up her throat and for a moment he was struck by just how delicate she really was without the swearing and the roughhousing. He followed the curve of her jaw, hesitating just slightly at her lips until he heard the exasperated sigh he was waiting for. 

He covered her face, breathing in her distinct perfume before taking the plunge and kissing her feirce and deep, grasping at her hair and pulling her body until it was flush with his own. 

They were both drunk, it was evident from the scent of alcohol present in the air as well as Lucrezia’s slurred words. “You down for another one tonight?” Dimitri asked as he felt her hands running down his chest as she began kissing him from behind. Closing the case file that he was attempting to work on even in his intoxicated state, Dimitri rose from his seat and pulled his friend closer to him. “Let’s do this,” he told her in a raspy voice, a lustful glint in his blue eyes.