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" guess that's for me to find out , hm ? " the sounds of his laughter rings through her ear drums , finding a nice ring to it -- a sound she wouldn't mind hearing forever. " future face of the empire ? i think that's hot , lucky for you i don't really care what everyone else thinks . . . " and maybe he would be trouble , but she was willing to take the risk -- to live for the hope of it all . it wasn't like she was entirely innocent herself , unlatching the anchor as they began to sail towards the sea . the moonlight shines over them as they move further away from the shoreline -- hues dances over his features . " banned from three harbors ? do i even want to know how that's possible ? " maybe she was in over her head , or maybe he was exactly what she needed . " i'm taking you to my favorite place , " lips curves upwards at the sweet memories as she stares off into the horizon before slowly looking back over at him. " my family owns a private island , there's a beautiful cave there . "
his brow lifted at that slowly , though the faint curve of his mouth deepened at the word favorite , like it had landed in the right place . “ private island , ” he repeated , unhurried , as if testing the weight of it . the silver at his wrist caught the moonlight again when he leaned an elbow against the railing , gaze sliding from her face to the stretch of black water ahead . “ starting to think you’re not as sweet as you look . ” not an accusation , just an observation delivered like he’d been collecting evidence . the mention of a cave drew a sharper edge to his grin , a glint in his eyes that didn’t bother hiding its interest . “ guess i’ll find out if that’s where you keep the skeletons or the good champagne . ” hunter's tone stayed easy, but his eyes lingered longer than the line needed ⎯ smirk appearing as the two will be completely alone . “ either way , ” he added , shoulders loose against the salt-stung breeze , “ i’m not opposed to finding out which it is . ”
" it might look like it , if you don't give into me . . . why do you have an issue about it ? " he surely didn't , matter in fact bothering her all semester sounded amazing . being able to seek her creativity any chance that he got , though he could tell she's shy about it -- he doesn't totally want to push her away by being too much . shoulders lifts into a shrug , nodding his head . " ain't that the truth , wouldn't be mad getting to know all there is with a pretty girl like yourself . " he was being charming , that smile turned warm -- unlike his natural smirk that remains planted upon his lips when speaking to woman. " you sure the first conversation wasn't , can i borrow a pencil ? " lips curves upwards , teasing her as he drums his digits against the desk. amused at the way she responses back to him, maybe she was slowly warming up to him. " smart , talented , and can draw ? what can't you do ? "
her mouth almost twitched at that — almost , but she leaned back in her chair instead ; pen tapping idly against her notebook . was this flirting ? she wasn’t sure she’d know even if it was , but the small curve threatening her lips felt like an answer all on its own . “ bold assumption thinking you’ll get me to give in , ” she said tone even , the faintest thread of amusement tucked beneath it . “ & no , i don’t have an issue . just not in the habit of handing over all my material for free . ” her gaze drifted toward him for a second before returning to the page , not quite hiding the way she was taking his measure . or how the attention from the tattooed homme was settling warmer than she meant it to . “ & yes , i’m sure . the pencil thing was at least conversation-adjacent . ” there was a subtle lift of her brow , conceding his point without saying it outright . “ as for the rest , ” a small shrug , shoulders loose , “ — i can’t whistle . tragic , really . ”
he scoffed, slow and amused. dropping into the seat like it didn’t bother him, like none of this did. well it didn't really. he's amused by it. his gaze flicked up to meet hers, suppressing a smile to form on his lips. “you sure you can handle having me this close again?” a smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back, head settling into the cradle like it was a throne. “careful, leila. you’re starting to sound like you missed me.”
her eyes rolled promptly ⎯ on instinct, his voice alone triggered the reflex. she didn’t dignify the first jab with a response, the look of annoyance on her face alone spoke for itself. just pressed her thumb into the tight knot beneath his shoulder blade, not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. “ if i remember right, you were always the one who couldn’t stay still, ” she said finally, tone flat. “ but sure ⎯ let’s pretend it's me who couldn't. ” could sense that arrogant smirk even when pressed into the cradle. she reached for the oil, “ far from it, " touch stayed professional, but her rhythm told another story. “ seems like you came looking for an excuse just to hear me say your name & have my hands on your body again. desperate much ? ”
“oh, you caught me,” she breathes while closing the distance between them with a dramatic sigh. eyes wide and faux wounded. “is that what you want to hear? that i couldn’t stand the thought of you looking at someone else?” her voice softens, dripping sweet. “that i’m just... seething... because god forbid you don’t look my way?” they’re close now. her fingers barely graze the front of his shirt, hand featherlight, like he’s a flame she shouldn’t touch but almost aches to. she pauses. she takes a soft deliberate breath before slowly exhaling. and then ... she snorts. actually snorts. pulls back with a grin that breaks too easily to be serious. she wipes an imaginary tear from her cheek, still laughing. “jealous of you? please. i’ve got better things to waste my envy on. you're an ex for a reason. former. past tense. history.”
hunter doesn’t flinch when she laughs nor snorts like she’s already won. doesn’t rise to meet it either. he just watches, the silence between them stretching tight before he speaks. “ history, ” he repeats, not mocking nor amused ⎯ but instead that he’s tasting the word in his mouth & testing their weight. “ you keep saying past tense like it’s a spell that’ll make it true. ” he shifts slightly, just enough to narrow the distance between them. “ but you’re still here, whimsy. still talking like what happened didn’t get under your skin ⎯ like you weren’t waiting to land something that might stick. ” a sigh releases, signaling as if he's disappointed that's all she could come up with. “ you want to write me off, fine. but you don’t have to work this hard if you mean it. ”
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“ i'm sorry i had nothing to say that night . ”
“ i don’t need closure, if that’s what this is, " hand referencing all of males' presence. " that night already gave me the answer. ⎯ people stay silent when they have nothing worth saying . . . & clearly, you had nothing to say. ”
now that i’ve seen ikwydls twice, i absolutely need the whole cast & we were robbED of lola & nicholas alex scene together !!
" could you truly blame me for trying to protect myself ? " it was clear that with his reputation he had a lot of people that were interested in him , he was part of the industry -- something she'd never fully understand . blue hues darts over towards his features , a bit shocked by how straight forward he was being . " then show it to me , prove to me that you're actually interested . "
he doesn’t say anything right away, just lets the silence settle between them. hands in his pockets, a faint crease between his brows trying to piece together the right words. “ no. i don’t blame you. ” gaze lifts to meet hers. more serious than she’s probably seen from him before. “ if i were you, i’d probably be saying the same thing. i know what it looks like from the outside — the people, the noise, the way it looks like i’ve got some angle. but that’s not true. not when it comes to this. ” he takes a step closer, just closing the distance a little. “ you said to show you. okay. i will, consistently. you don’t have to believe it now. just . . . don’t count me out yet. ”
it was difficult trying to align their busy schedules -- with him constantly being on call , things just seem to fall apart within them . but how could he not give it another go ? when she was standing before him reminiscing on some memories . he wanted to make more . " but . . . we can try , right ? i mean . . . i think we've both grown . "
“ you really think growth fixes time ? ” she asked gently, not unkind. her breath curled in the winter air, strands of dark hair caught in the breeze as she studied him ⎯ same warm eyes, same tired smile, like he still carried the weight of other people’s emergencies. “ we were always chasing something ⎯ a schedule, a train, a venue, a siren. " her arms crossed, attempting to maintain her warmth as she shifted her weight. “ & yet here we are. new year creeping up on us like it knows better. & maybe it does.” eyes met his again, a soft flickering seen behind them. " i don’t know what trying looks like anymore. but if you do . . . tell me. "
" you telling me that you don't ? " that was definitely a surprise to her , someone as talented as him surely had a roaster he could go over . . . why decide to stray away from it all ? arms crossed over her chest , eyes squinting suspiciously . " mm , you see . . . i'm going to need a bit more convincing than that , it's what all players say . " tongue darts out , deciding that it would be best to start out slow , she wasn't in a rush for anything. " okay , fine . . . i'm in . "
“ yeah, i figured you’d say that, ” messer replied, glancing over at her with that easy smile of his, one that never felt rehearsed. he shifts his stance, arms resting against the table edge, posture relaxed in a way that came from years of stadium noise & spotlight ⎯ none of which seemed to rattle him. “ can’t blame you though. reputation kinda precedes the uniform, doesn’t it ? ” gaze lingers on her thoughtfully a bit. sincere in a way most wouldn’t expect. “ but i’m not trying to sell you anything. not looking to rush it, either. ” he shrugs, a slight lift of his shoulders. “ you’re in ? good. i was hoping you would be. ⎯ guess that means i’ve got some more convincing to do after all. ”
" yup , that or i assumed you were something of gang related , " he playfully jokes , slightly easing a bit . as an accountant he learns not to question his clients over the large amount of sums they come in with . his job was just to assist with the calculations and all . when his gaze caught hers in the middle of the performance , it felt like all air got knocked out of him ; as if she put a spell upon him. another nervous chuckles rolls from the tip of his tongue, head shaking ever so slightly. " excuse me , it's not everyday you run into someone you know here . . . well , maybe it's different for you, " brow rises in curiosity .
luciana’s eyes sparkled with sly amusement, smile curled at the edges, smooth & teasing. “ gang-related, huh ? that’s quite the assumption for an accountant, ” she said, voice dipped in velvet. she leaned in just enough, letting her gaze hold his a moment longer, tone softening with the next set of words. “ & here i thought you’d only notice the numbers, not how much glitter is on my body. ” a light laugh slipped out, still in the ensemble she had onstage now having to mingle as apart of her work. “ i spot couple of regulars, & people i don't do professional business with. though i never thought i'd see someone like you here," fingertips brush the table as orbs flicker blonde up & down unable to stop one's curiosity. " so ⎯ what did you really think ? about the show, this time. ”
astrid uses that time to check him out , hues drifts towards his tall built , slowly up towards his features . . . he was handsome , much like the girls would describe ted bundy as . . . but she could tell that he had this warmth to him , or at least that's what she tries to convince herself to not run away , but rather enjoy the company of the stranger. " so , non serial killer fisherman . okay , got it , i'm astrid. " maybe it wasn't bright to introduce herself first , but she was already on his property. " maybe the silence of it all is what i really need , " soft sigh falls , it does feel peaceful up here. her eyes meets his once again, " that your way of telling me you want to find out ? "
" jace, " he offers finally, name falling with a certain finality. he glances at her, a slow once-over ⎯ not in the crude way, but like he’s taking stock. eyes linger just long enough to be felt. " figured it wasn’t just the air, " he says eventually, gaze trailing back toward the water. " but the view ? yeah. fair reason. place does tend to shut the world up." her question, draw his gaze again but slower this time. head tilts just enough to feel like he’s reading her. " maybe it is. " shoulders roll in a shrug, but it’s not disinterested ⎯ just nonchalant. " so what’d you figure so far ? " he adds, like he’s handing the next move to her. " still think i’m not the serial killer type ? "
" and how do you indicate that they're a perfect match ? " he's picking at her brain , though ; a part of him was trying to find an in , a soft spot where he could charm . " oh , no that was no way subtle , more so semi-subtle, " ashton's teasing her at this point , chuckles escaping his lips as he held eye contact with her . " you still haven't kicked me out yet , i take it that you enjoy my company . . . you might enjoy it better over a few drinks ; kinda unfair how you know so much about me whereas i know so little about you . "
" how do i indicate it ? " she repeated, clipped only slightly by precision. " i’ve matched over fifty couples in six months alone. i don’t guess. i observe. ❞ farah let him sit with that for a breath before adding, a little drier this time, " & no, subtle wasn’t quite the word i’d use either. " he amused her ⎯ that much was clear, even if she didn’t say it outright. the flicker in her expression betrayed it : entertained, but not indulgent. " you’re still here because i’ve dealt with worse interruptions. not because you’re charming. ❞ the words weren’t sharp, but neither were they softened. " & drinks ? " her lips curved. " you don’t really want to test that. i’d outdrink you without even trying, you look like you’re a total lightweight. — but i admire the effort. really. "
words pulls a smile at the corner of her lips, " something tells me that you like trouble , besides think you're more trouble than i ever could be , " at least in her father's eyes she was an angel that could do no wrong . the intense eye contact was enough to send silvers down his spine , sounds of her giggles erupts ; filling the space between them . " finally found my partner in crime , might as well consider us the next bonnie and clyde , " digits slides into his , interlocking their hand as she rushing out the door before any lingering eyes could stop them . pushing past the door , the cold breeze hits her face and within seconds she guides them towards the boat named after her. " this is actually my first time being on this boat without family . "
" more trouble than you ? " he says with a laugh low in his chest, not mocking, just amused. silver glints from the watch on his wrist as she pulls him forward & fingers already laced with hers before he can think to resist. not that he would. " depends who you ask. to my father, i'm the face of the future empire ⎯ responsible, refined, just the right amount of ruthless. " his gaze drags back towards her. " to everyone else ? probably the guy you're not supposed to trust around daughters. " she was calling them bonnie and clyde, dragging him toward a boat that bore her name & his devilish grin still present. " hope they don’t mind you sneaking out with someone who’s technically banned from three other harbors. ⎯ so, " he says, turning to her, the city lights throwing gold across the water behind them, " where’s a girl like you take a guy like me on a boat like this ? "
" i'll take it . . . might just bother you into saying a yes , " lips curves upwards , his intentions were clear . . . he wanted to see her art , wanted to be the person she felt comfortable bouncing ideas off of even if he couldn't articulate his words like her. nods his head to confirm her pending question, lifting his shoulders into a shrug. " guess you don't know much about me , " digits drifts towards the notebook with her perfect handwriting. a low chuckle escapes his lips , " what ? no heart with my name in it on any of the doodles ? kinda offended . "
" is that how the rest of the semester’s going to go ? " words meant as teasing, though the idea of him being genuinely interested in her writing was still something she hadn’t quite found footing in. she wasn't used to being looked at like this, spoken to without the backdrop of gold medals & technical scores. attention always came on the ice, never off. " guess we can say we don’t know much about each other, " she offers, tone soft. her gaze flickers toward him quickly assessing. " we got paired up for lab & . . . i think this might be the first actual conversation we’ve had ? " first it was the awkward introduction when they sat together, second it was when she'd asked to borrow a pencil from him. third, would've been the notes until he saw her poem. " no hearts, " she echoed, brushing her hair back in an unconscious motion, though the color in her cheeks had already started to rise. " sorry to offend . . . it’s just random sketches, that’s all. ⎯ maybe next set of doodles will be different. "
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about last night …