Luna still remained naive or hopeful in a sort of way. She attempted to create some normalcy, but alas normal was never in her cards, nor was it in Julian’s cards. The tone felt familiar. Everyone in her life had spoken to her the same way one time or another - as if she needed to be taught. What they saw as ignorance was denial a continual grasping at something she would never obtain. A heart too big for a world like this made its home in Luna Vargas. She cared for him like she cared for Hugo and Rigo, as she cared for her late father, who killed her birth father for creating her with her mother.
Her mouth parted to voice her condolences, but she decided they’d be lost on him anyway. He made his point. “So, it’s just you now.” She said instead, her doe eyes resting on his. Downing the rest of her drink, she placed it on the side table besides the couch. Opening the drawer, she pulled out something a little stronger. On a small silver tray that she placed on her lap, she began to divide out lines of white powder.
“Life is just all bloody means to an end then, huh?” She spoke as she glided a bill up the line of cocaine inhaling deeply. Holding out the tray she offered it to him without a word. There was a desire to ask if he could see her being apart of it, but she stopped herself. Still just an idea in her mind, Luna was plagued with the concept of killing the woman she was now to survive in this world. “What is it that you want? Just power, because that’s endless. There will always be someone more powerful.”
“It’s always just been me... I prefer it that way.” If there was a shred of humanity left within Julian Pistris, it had died with his older brother. Michael had always been the one who looked out for him, who would steal him away from the house when his father began one of his tirades. The silent understanding between them was strong. He could lean on Michael’s shoulder and find a sense of safety, never alienated. Never forgotten by the man... yet it was his gun that killed one of the only people that cared about him. For the sake of vengeance and a crown. Only a twisted mind could do something like that. Julian had, those four years ago, resigned himself with the fact that he was a monster. His brother’s blood covered his hands, and to move forward, it was just something that he would have to learn to be okay with. To embrace... because lingering on it could easily tear him apart. He now had his title, he was seen by the world, his old man’s shadow no longer left him in the dark. There was no time to cry over collateral.
Onyx eyes fell on the time old powder tradition that Luna began dividing. “What else is it supposed to be? Nearly everything we do is to achieve some kind of goal, right? At least this whole thing is simple and not some cosmic bullshit about meaning.” He smirked, leaning his elbows onto his knees. Life was cruel and terrible- once someone understood that, they could play its game with an advantage. Just like Julian had all this time, causing chaos for chaos’s sake. Whenever it all that caught up with him, he’d welcome it. At least he’d leave a mark on the world. “Power is nice and all, there’s a lot that you can accomplish with the more influence you have.” He replied, fingers grasping the tray. “But is it all I want? Absolutely not- I’m a man of refined and complex wants.” A chuckle left his lips before he ducked down, a sharp inhaling clearing away one white line. The feeling was immediate- the burning in his nasal cavity, the shot of adrenaline to his head as he closed his eyes. “What about you- what did you want, Luna Vargas?”
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