𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

his concern was the unconscious body, that was correct. and how to transport it, but his attention slowly gravitated to the brunette instead. she held an allure in her stance. not only could she beat a man to death, but she could threaten one with a mere look. her comments causing him enough amusement for a stumble of chuckles to emit from his own lips. and in any case that the young lady was still at the risk of getting caught. what do we do with a lifeless body? leave it to wash up in the rain? now that our fingerprints are on it seems like a silly notion. he tossed his head to the side, after further contemplation, hoping that this woman would keep hush for what was to follow. he remained in his position, crouched over the body. 

“You look like the most reasonable person on the planet,” he spoke after glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one else was a witness to this. with a single touch, and a bit concentration, and shaking his head once more in disappointment, he began the process. the body before them turned grey at first as the nutrients drained from it’s organic form. then came the bloating (forgive him for the stench, it will all be over soon), and soon came the decay, slow at first until the dry remains lay scattered on the asphalt. his eyes which had been hyper-fixated on the ash-like substance flickered back up to her. 

“No matter– I made sure he didn’t rot in peace all for you.” 

From the shadows of the dark alleyway, it almost appeared as if the young woman was pleased with the poised man’s response, the curve of her hip jutting out slightly as she waited for what was yet to come. Despite their unconventional meeting, the fact that he did not cower nor run away in the face of her crimes left her feeling rather.. at ease. “Thank you, hun, I appreciate your honesty.” Zelda responded with a hum, chocolate brown orbs attempting to focus on the junction between his fingers and the body at their feet. How unfortunate was it that a growing society was unable to erase the stain that was male entitlement. Perhaps if Lance didn’t see her as some innocent little girl to mug, maybe he would’t be in a situation such as the one he is in now. Hurt, shamed, edging closer and closer in acceptance of death’s embrace. 

The villainess had been merciful towards her eradication of him, surprisingly, but from the looks of it, this man had zero intentions of mirroring her intentions. Her steps came to a complete halt once she stood by the man’s side, her frame standing much taller than his bent one as she watched the assailant-turned-victim turn to something that should have made her stomach church. Her expression was completely apathetic with his use of his powers until the sinful odor lead an attack on her senses. Zelda was certainly no stranger to the macabre, but this was on a completely different level. This was gruesome and it quite frankly intrigued her. Once the man who was once known as Lance was nothing but decay, the brunette let out a tiny yet impressed scoff. 

     Not bothering to look up at the girl who barged into the room, Sunny’s eyes rolled and she let out an exasperated sigh “daddy’s whereabouts are none of your business” she responded shortly, emphasising the first word sarcastically. She only referred to her father with that name when she wanted something, and it was annoying to hear it roll off someone elses tongue so casually. Extending her arm out to take a selfie, the brunette was playing around with snapchat filters and posing prettily to try and take the perfect photo, which if she was honest with herself, was all of them.      Eyes moving over to the woman whose presence was still very much prevalent in the room, she arched a brow in return and locked her phone, placing it on the desk and removing her feet from the hardwood to sit properly in the chair. She gestured towards the chair opposite her with a delicate hand “take a seat, sweetheart.” Resting her elbows on the table, she laced her fingers together and rested her chin on them, giving Zelda a sickly sweet smile. “As you know, all syndicate business moves through me. Any queries you have for my Dad must first be run by yours truly, so I can determine whether they’re important enough to bother him with. He’s a busy man, I’m sure you understand.” That and, she liked to know everything that was going on at all times, it was in her nature.

“Hate to break it to you — Honey, was it? — But his whereabouts is my business.” The brunette spoke with such confidence, it started edging closer and closer to the arrogance of a villain. Rather than gracefully taking the seat the girl so politely offered, Zelda simply offered a faux smile, the appreciativeness dripping all but forced. Instead, she decided to walk around the room she was already very acquainted with, fleeting attention focusing on the picture frames on the wall then down to the knickknacks that adorned the furniture below. She could see the girl taking selfie after selfie from the peripheral bit of her vision, the sound of the camera flickering proving her thoughts to be correct. “Is this what the big man’s kid does all day?” Zelda hummed, dragging a single finger across the table, then rubbing it with her thumb to remove the dust that gathered.