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Lyrica and Elijah had met online some years back in highschool. They never exchanged pictures but they had frequently talked. They had a short falling out for a few years but recently reconnected. And they were finally going to meet face to face.

Lyrica was anxiously waiting at the bar of The Sins, sipping her glass of whiskey. She had opted for something... she normally would never wear on the floor of the club. She was wearing a leather corset with a lace skirt over a pair of visible black panties. Her legs were covered over with leather thigh high boots. She was debating on leaving and changing into something more modest, granted it would mean leather pants and a halter top. But she couldn’t help wanting to show off.

@wanderlustmuses​ said: 💔 (from Elijah) // my muse shows up at your muse’s doorstep after several months of being missing, with no memory of the past few years.

the steps were slow as she wandered down the sidewalk, eyes taking in her surroundings. she knew exactly where she was, but it didn’t look the same. everything she knew looked different, but she didn’t understand -- not when she had only been there the day before. as far as she was concerned, nothing had happened to her. it was the day she went missing & she had been out shopping, but she carried no bags. odd, considering she remembered visiting her favorite stores. maybe she had already taken it home & only forgotten about it. likely, as it’s actually happened before. however, she had been running on little sleep, not suffering memory loss at the hands of an attacker. 

romana led herself to the one spot she knew -- home. she found herself walking up the steps, hands patting her pockets. where had she left her keys? in fact, where exactly was her car? the shopping center was too far for her to walk & she didn’t understand where she came from. so many aspects of the moment were confusing, but she wasn’t mentally able to process it. quite possibly wouldn’t be able to for some time. she just didn’t know that. 

she reached out for the handle, finding the door to be locked, causing her to groan. why did that sound so foreign to her? it almost didn’t sound like her own voice, though she knew it was. maybe she was tired. that had to explain it. but what explained the various bruises littering her skin? where exactly had those come from? perhaps she had fallen again. 

reaching up, she knocked against the wooden door, before rocking on her heels. besides the obvious signs of abuse & the changes a few years could make, she still looked the same as before. her clothes were the same as when she went missing & her eyes held that same softness behind them. however, once she knew the truth of what happened, all that would disappear. 

               “---A fun chain of events or a total catastrophe.” He was being dramatic and totally kidding, well, kinda, but the other’s teasing did seem to bring a smile to his face. Though, it remained to be seen if he would allow that to be a good thing or not. Sure, he had a pretty face and the charm to match, when he wanted, but no one ever claimed he was nice. 

@wanderlustmuses​ said:  "Is that my shirt?" (From Elijah)