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@ladylvck
Lazy promo for a Pokemon OC who is so blessed by Victini, she survived a headshot! This is Lucia Argento, and she’s part of the criminal underworld of Pokemon, working with the likes of Rocket, Plasma, Flare,Interpol -- whoever needs information, she’s your lady!
Minors DNI. Both muse and mun are 30+. Violence, crime, alcoholism and the like will be found on this blog, please take care. RUN BY KEI.
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Lucia giving him the longest look when he said she held onto sentimental junk.
Well, looked like Giovanni saw himself as junk then.
Nobody asked for Rocket ancestors but honestly I am subjecting you all to rocket ancestors
Yeah I know I was coloring them before but they look better like this
"..." Silence and simple yearning flavour her drink today.
^^^A woman who would happily peg a man if he wanted it.
She has seen Giovanni be both non-chalant and a jealous bastard concerning her, so you can understand her confusion about the mixed signals. Like sir, why do you get mad when she goes to pay attention to other men?
Bark bark bark --
" i'm starting to think you take enjoyment in getting rejected, " the papers on he desk are stacked and set aside - no use continuing when his thoughts are this scattered, correcting the mistakes would cost more valuable time.
his violet gaze shifts back at her, the stoic look remaining on his features as she gently fixes up his appearance. it's a touch several people have lost their limbs - or life - to make.
another small pause. " do you think i was scrawny? " a chuckle is given, another deep inhale of bitter smoke taken from the cigarette before he crushes it into the ashtray. it's a word no one has used of him in a long time.
he shrugs, standing up and quickly straightening his jacket. the persian lounging on the large velvet couch immediately hops down, bumping her head against his hand. " kidnapping is an unnecessary hassle. "
"Enjoy it? Not really. No woman enjoys getting rejected."
But she knew he meant no harm, so she always rolled with it...even if the accumulating amount of rejections was starting to pile up. Even she could only have so much patience with him, just as there had to be a limit to what he tolerated from her. But they both played nice, for their own reasons.
"I mean, you were definitely shorter than me for a while." The disparity had been funny at the time, a memory she cherished whenever she defied Madame Boss by dragging out her best friend. Or outright insulting the woman. It had been such a longstanding relationship of animosity over Giovanni.
Clearly, Lucia had lost though. A bitter feeling that made her frown thinking about it and she swiped the now abandoned glass of alcohol he had been drinking and finishing it off.
"A hassle, huh? When you got so damn big?" Unfair that he got to be so tall, so broad shouldered so damn--
She shook her head, calming herself down before she got upset, putting on her best smile.
"Oh, I see..." she began, ready to tease her old friend. "...you look strong, but you actually can't lift me, can you? No shame in that. I mean, at our age, it wouldn't be fun for you to throw your back out."
And then he had the fucking audacity to be mad when she gets married!
The only person who knows all of Giovanni's fuck boy past despite being the only one he didn't touch.
Losing Streak works as a lounge song Lucia can sing because ironically her nickname is Lady Luck and man if it ain't been a while since she kissed somebody --
Thinking about him and sighing deeply.
//Let the besties kiss as a treat--
his brows tug into an irked frown - not at her per se, but towards the conversation that was undoubtedly coming. and knowing her, it was unavoidable through one of his chosen excuses; a meeting, an important call, something he had to attend, someone tied up in the basement waiting to get disposed of. giovanni had used all of them with lucia - several times.
a faint scoff is given under his breath. the resolve slips.
" do i strike you as someone who needs that? " it's too defensive. only subtly so, but a far cry from his usual deadpan words. " it's been a few decades since i've been sincerely dumped, " his tone relaxes somewhat, but only for a moment. " i don't remember inviting you over for a psychoanalysis. "
"Aw shucks...rejected again. Well, what do I expect. It's still fun, even when you never say yes." A hint? Then again, Lucia had always hade herself very plain and clear. Her affections for Giovanni were something else entirely, not just bogged down by simple love. Even when he'd become...this, somehow she was still good at drawing out that kid she met all those years ago.
She reached out slowly, letting him see her hands move to smooth back his hair and to adjust his tie, an old habit she just couldn'tquit. Not that he wasn't immaculate, but she did know she had a way of undoing him just by being around.
This was her kindness.
"Oh, then I should do something else? I'd kidnap you, but you're not the scrawny little kid I used to know anymore. Guess you could kidnap me instead. You certainly got big enough to pick me up now."
Picking up the placed alcohol, Lucia saucily took a sip from the opposite side of where his lips had touched. No indirect kisses in this house, but she knew she was one of the few people in the world who could so blatantly do something like this. Not every day someone sipped from the same cup as Giovanni.
"If you keep making a face like that, sugar, I'm going to think you want someone to kiss your wounds," Lucia drawled with a chuckle, swirling the ice around in the glass. If she held it up to the light, it'd almost have the same colour as her eyes. Smirking, she put the glass down back on the table. "But I doubt you'd be wanting that. C'mon...what's on your mind? Did some fool of a man dump you? Tell Lucia everything~"
When it comes to shipping, Lucia is the type to say:
"I don't expect you to be soft for me -- I expect you to pull people away from me, if they're getting to close, to shoot down people when the need strikes you and just say I'm yours like you hate meaning it, but you do."
