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“Pretty impressive stuff out there, handsome. And that’s coming from someone who was supposed to be rooting for the other guy.”

     Ten in the evening on a Friday night and Violet is working. Only this time she’s not alone, she’s dragged Lucas along with her. How? She’s still not so sure. But she’s glad that he’s there, a.) because it makes her cover more believable, and b.) because she thinks it good to take him away from the underground scene every now and again.  Besides, he washes up quite well, and can take care of himself if things go tits up.      What is it that they say? You can take the boy away from the fight, but you can’t take the fight away from the boy. Trouble seems to follow him around like a dog pining for their owner. Violet first notices it when stepping out of the car. The valet stares a little too long at her cleavage and Lucas looks like he’s just about ready to break the boys jaw. Despite his sour expression, Violet loops her arm through the space between Lucas’ and drags him away before he’s able to act out.      Once inside, she figures the attendees of the upper class socialite party would be too worried about ruining their stupidly expensive suits to bother getting into anything with Lucas. Figures that the most he could do was flirt (badly) with some rich bitch, and so in the midst of conversation, she presses a kiss to his cheek, and excuses herself to powder her nose. Which to Lucas, as discussed previously was code for please don’t cause any trouble while I slip away and  take care of business.      Not less than five minutes after she’s slipped away however, she hears a ruckus coming from the floor below her--where she had left Lucas to his own devices. Cursing under her breath Violet deems it necessary to abort mission, and instead of extracting the entirety of the file, she ejects it with a quarter of the way to go and instead makes her way out of the room, and down the stairs to the heart of the commotion. She’s not clear on what’s happened, because well built security man is already dragging Lucas away and towards the exit. for fucks sake. Light steps lead her towards them, she apologizes to the security man, and with little effort convinces him to release Lucas after mumbling something about him getting ratty without having a cigarette every hour or so, only so that she can take a hold of his arm herself. Her dainty grip is dangerously deceiving. She needs little force to drag him in the direction of the exit.                     ”I’m wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.”     She can’t tell if he’s being serious, or if he’s slightly tipsy off the stupidly expensive champagne, either way she’s not impressed. Reaching up to his collar, Violet grips the knot of his tie in the palm of her hand and uses it to tug him down closer to her height. Small, but slightly furious. “So help me God Lucas Kim if you’ve fucked this up, I’m going to fuck you up.”   

— ( the sight of him reminded her of laced fingers and mango ice cream; useless tidbits of the past that she couldn’t understand was so important to one’s memory. another, was recalling the silver letter opener that her father owned. it wasn’t a mere plastic letter opener that one could attain so easily nowadays. her father cherished it dearly, almost as much as he cherished the idea that she should’ve been born a male.       every morning before she left to school, jinari had been handed the task to deliver her father’s morning roast. like the rest, it was a meaningless memory. even so, there was a significance to the wavering thought; she’d always been amazed by how seamlessly he sliced open his envelopes. all it took was a swift hand, a silver letter opener, and no attached feelings.maybe, too brief.because like paper envelopes, hers was sliced open just as easily.❝ god, lucas. you’re still this fucking slow?! you don’t tear open hearts so easily like letters; they’re sliced open.  ❞ as if right on cue, tears well up behind closed eyelids, and she refuses to show even the slightest bit of weakness to him. albeit being the older one, she always wished that she could’ve been younger– prettier, kinder, just… whatever he liked. she never wanted to be just his best friend, she wanted to be his lover.❝ i wanted you to tear my heart open just as easily as you tore my confession letter, asshole. ❞ 

Eyes widened, soon coughing at the sound of his name, an attempt to brush it off as if it didn’t bug her at all. They had grown rather close so she couldn’t see herself hitting him, but she couldn’t back out, could she? The brunette walks into the ring, chocolate hues looking anywhere but at him. This was going to be a long fight.

[ ✉ :: lucas ]忍得一时之氣，免得百日之忧。