#vaincxnt

          So, this was where her son worked. Catherine’s eyes drunk in the spacious, wide walls littered with Avery’s creations. Awe grounded into her eyes and stance as she stood before his largest canvas piece. Masterpieces, she called them. Even though her son fervently denied that (an artist thing, she figured). Avery denied a lot of things she did. Like visiting. Ever since his first relapse, she hardly saw her one and only child unless it was special occasions. But even that was cut down. Thus, her untimely visit. He would fight her, of course. But she expected that and came fully prepared to fight back. Her head turned when she heard the door open. But rather than seeing her son, a beautiful female entered. A moment’s pause before Catherine greeted the woman with a warm, yet curious, “Hello.”

            ❝ Anais, I’ve been driving for an hour now, with nothing to go on but your instructions. I don’t know where we are. Where we’re going. Or when we’re getting there...-- If there’s a place at all. ❞

      ○ Groaning internally (and externally), Avery finally made his way into his apartment. Two weeks stuck in his studio, finishing a huge project. He was finally done. And he looked and felt like death. Seeing the familiar, messy place brought a new relief to the artist. He didn’t make to his room, as he instantly collapsed in the hallway just inside the door.

     What a genius idea for a business. And it seemed so... legal. It wasn't very expensive, but he could hardly imagine the money they must rake in every day. ( Actually he could. Probably not as much as an investment agency. But still. ) Japan was truly an intriguing country.      "Pleasure to meet you! My name is Lewis Edevane."

Well, that’s a first. He’s actually kinda offended about that? Still, he searched in his pockets until he found his ID, holding it up with a defiant look in his eye. “Is this really necessary?”

      ○ His fingers walked across the down the spine of her back. Avery hummed, simply admiring her unblemished back as she laid out beside him. ❝ Did you know there’s a spot right on the small of your back that, when pressed, stimulates pressure? ❞

          every time i try to sleep, i imagine what’s it’s like being with you, and i get so lonely, i can’t close my eyes.

○ Seeing Anais on his doorstep the second he arrived from Tokyo wasn’t something he expected. In fact, he thought she would never want to see him again. A part of him hoped she wouldn’t be there. The conversation they needed to have wouldn’t be easy. Probably been easier for her to simply leave him. He dropped his bags on the ground, fully prepared to be chewed out.