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Happy birthday to both Novia/Nolan!!
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@novialokaj
Birthday Peoples
Because today is their birthday!
Happy birthday to both Novia/Nolan!!
March 20th is Evan’s birthday!!
And @saltymarshmallows‘s 1 year wedding anniversary!
This is for you Mamita Linda!
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
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“Mmmmmmhm.” Novia raised a brow, an arm sitting on the back of her chair and her chin resting on her palm.
“Nah.” She waved the question off. “They’re small game and their into small game.”
Novia could honestly admit she was…curious, and impressed than Evan hadn’t really dodged the question. But she had seem him pause and that rose more questions. Still, she went on, deciding to perhaps bring them some other time.
If there was another time.
“I’m more of a…well, kinda like Boba Fett. Neutral with some wriggle room to work for either the Empire or the Republic. Not like Fett would work for the Republic I mean, after what happened to his dad before the Clone Wars well,” She shrugged. “Not to mention they’re such goodie two shoes, I mean, yeah the Empire are sociopathic dictators but at least they let you get laid.”
Realizing she had went on a ramble, Novia’s eyes widened and she felt her ears burn. “…sorry, kinda just, went my own direction with that. But uh…yeah, no, I…I’m not part of their clique. The Auroras, I mean. Not that you’d know anything about that, right, Mr. Torri?”
SHE LIKED STAR WARS! Not just liked, she knew KNEW about Star Wars. And just like that, all thoughts about the Auroras and what the calling card comment meant and the possible wire all took a backseat as Evan focused on the girl before him.
He felt he wanted to rise from his seat and proclaim to everyone in attendance that this woman was his and officially off the market. He wanted to have this woman’s babies.
“Nwul tash.Dzwol shasotkun.Shasotjontu chatsatul nu tyuk.Tyukjontu chatsatul nu midwan.Midwanjontu chatsatul nu asha. Ashajontu kotswinot itsu nuyak.Wonoksh Qyasik nun…” A grin spread wide and completely uninhibited as his ears turned red from his blush. “But, uh, yeah…I agree. Can’t support the Sith but at least well…”
Rather than mention sex to a lady, Evan looked away and rose his brows before looking back at Novia.
“How do you think a bounty hunter would feel if a smuggler asked if she was single?”
Grinning wide, Novia touched Evans shoulder with a raised brow. Evan Torri was a bold man. She had noticed how, instead of change the subject, he went with it.
But at his question, Novia narrowed her eyes playfully. Had he really just asked if she was single? She couldn't deny she wasn't interested, and leaned in just a bit.
Moving her fingers to wipe away imaginary dust, Novia glanced down as a single digit drew over to his tie. And when she looked back up at him, her smile was teasing.
"I think she'd be curious if that smuggler had something up his sleeve. Maybe he's gotta bounty on his head and he wants to flirt his way out of getting in trouble. Or," she licked over her lips. "He's interested."
Smile softening, Novia pulled away, but stayed close. "I'm single. Since he asked so nicely."
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
novialokaj
Novia had heard of Torri alright. The name was well known within her sect, and while the Mob had never done anything to warrant real Faction attention, they had gotten under the radar. If for nothing else than the murders associated with his name.
He had to be part of one of the largest Mob families in the Midwest.
At least it explained the muscle behind him.
When she heard Evan’s question, Novia raised a brow as they moved to sit. Crossing her legs, she adjusted her dress, and turned her attention back to him. “I never left my calling card.” She shrugged, then narrowed her eyes playfully at Evan. “So is the cement shoes thing real, or is that just shit that happens in the movies?”
Pausing, Novia bit her lip and winced. “Was that too personal?”
It was Evan’s turn to pause. His expression froze halfway between a smile and an answer that had stopped at his throat. He was uncertain what sort of answer he had expected. Maybe she would have said that it just seemed familiar or that she was certain she had heard it somewhere. Maybe she would know who he was and be hesitant; concerned, even.
He hadn’t expected her to be interested. Playfully interested at that. And he certainly hadn’t expected her to suggest herself along the same course of business. Calling card? The other families weren’t known for pulling in women. She was too classy to be from a mere street gang. Assassin, maybe?
Mr. Orange seemed along the same thought line. Sitting behind his boss, his posture straightened.
Evan, on the other hand, relaxed. “I wouldn’t know about that.” He admitted with a shrug. “I’m a legitimate business man.” The lie was spoken so easily it sounded almost humorous. But even women wore wires. “Calling card, huh? You part of the Auroras?” He turned in his seat. “Not that I know anything about that kinda stuff. But, well, I read the papers, of course.”
“Mmmmmmhm.” Novia raised a brow, an arm sitting on the back of her chair and her chin resting on her palm.
“Nah.” She waved the question off. “They’re small game and their into small game.”
Novia could honestly admit she was...curious, and impressed than Evan hadn’t really dodged the question. But she had seem him pause and that rose more questions. Still, she went on, deciding to perhaps bring them some other time.
If there was another time.
“I’m more of a...well, kinda like Boba Fett. Neutral with some wriggle room to work for either the Empire or the Republic. Not like Fett would work for the Republic I mean, after what happened to his dad before the Clone Wars well,” She shrugged. “Not to mention they’re such goodie two shoes, I mean, yeah the Empire are sociopathic dictators but at least they let you get laid.”
Realizing she had went on a ramble, Novia’s eyes widened and she felt her ears burn. “...sorry, kinda just, went my own direction with that. But uh...yeah, no, I...I’m not part of their clique. The Auroras, I mean. Not that you’d know anything about that, right, Mr. Torri?”
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
novialokaj
Novia found herself liking Evan. He really was charming and had this air about him; this aura that made it almost impossible not to smile.
She remembered being with men who treated her to five star restaurants, flashing their money and their smiles in the hopes of winning her over. Dates that had started out well enough ended in ways that left a bad taste in her mouth.
Evan was a gentleman. He didn’t look over her body but met her eyes. When he offered his arm, Novia took it. And when she did, she couldn’t help but notice the firmness of muscle under the tailored suit. It had Novia blushing slight in embarrassment, and looking away for a second before looking into brown eyes. “You’re something else, Mr…?”
“Torri.” Evan smiled.
Honestly, Evan had almost forgotten his last name due to Novia’s blush. The way it lit up her face…What even was his name? Who was he? How in the hell was this beauty even on his arm?
Where were they going? Oh, wedding. Wedding….Yeah.
Fuck, the way she smiled was…a little more hesitant than it had been. Strange. There was realization in her eyes. Also strange.
“You’ve heard of me?” Evan rose a brow in surprise as they moved into another room decorated just as tacky as the rest. Mr. Orange followed silently behind. “Well, that’s not fair. How have you heard of me but I haven’t heard of you?”
Novia had heard of Torri alright. The name was well known within her sect, and while the Mob had never done anything to warrant real Faction attention, they had gotten under the radar. If for nothing else than the murders associated with his name.
He had to be part of one of the largest Mob families in the Midwest.
At least it explained the muscle behind him.
When she heard Evan’s question, Novia raised a brow as they moved to sit. Crossing her legs, she adjusted her dress, and turned her attention back to him. “I never left my calling card.” She shrugged, then narrowed her eyes playfully at Evan. “So is the cement shoes thing real, or is that just shit that happens in the movies?”
Pausing, Novia bit her lip and winced. “Was that too personal?”
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
novialokaj
Novia laughed at that, and watched with interest as he had the shrimp puff.
Evan was cute. He was adorably awkward and handsome and was honest and that honesty put the woman at ease. She had been used to men pretending to be something they’re not, and boys faking confidence only to waver when she flirted back.
“Well, aren’t you charming?” Novia grinned. “Even if you are a creep loser, I can’t deny you’ve got some moxie. I like that.”
It was then that Novia let out a sigh, her shoulders dropping. “That’s a shame about you being on the Groom’s side. I’m actually here for the bride–well, sort of. But, if you don’t mind bending the rules a little bit, you could always sit with me.”
Moving to stand by his side, Novia bumped her hip with his, her expression becoming impish, and her smile daring. “Unless you can’t…”
She thought he had moxie. Fuck yes! Evan wanted to compliment her, to declare she too had moxie and was charming as hell and her smile was Colgate worthy but a mouthful of shrimp puff prevented the action and probably for the best.
Honestly, sitting on the bride’s side would most likely send an inaccurate message. I would suggest–to the groom–his wife being threatened which was not the case at all. Never would Evan harm a woman. His mama raised him better than that.
But a daring smile and hips from a goddess could certainly tempt and Evan found himself swallowing his food and licking over his lips.
“Are you asking me to be your date, Miss Lokaj? Oh, gosh, this is all just so sudden. Did you ask my dad’s permission? You know I’m old fashion like that.” Grinning wide he managed a short chuckle that caused his eyes to momentarily close. “I’d love to sit with you.”
Novia found herself liking Evan. He really was charming and had this air about him; this aura that made it almost impossible not to smile.
She remembered being with men who treated her to five star restaurants, flashing their money and their smiles in the hopes of winning her over. Dates that had started out well enough ended in ways that left a bad taste in her mouth.
Evan was a gentleman. He didn’t look over her body but met her eyes. When he offered his arm, Novia took it. And when she did, she couldn’t help but notice the firmness of muscle under the tailored suit. It had Novia blushing slight in embarrassment, and looking away for a second before looking into brown eyes. “You’re something else, Mr...?”
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
Novia had chuckled at the polar bear response, and raised a brow at that question with a smirk, but at hearing his name, she gave Evan a toothy smile and put out her hand. “Novia Lokaj. A pleasure.”
Her handshake was firm, as was his, and she noted that offhandedly. Evan was young, but about her age from what she could tell. And he carried himself confidently. From the tailored dark blue suit he wore, to the way he just sort of seemed to command respect without having to say a word.
“Swans?” Novia repeated. “Nah, the climate is too much for them. But I feel you on that.” She said as she looked around, only for her eyes to brighten when the caterer came back again. Grabbing five more shrimp puffs on a napkin, she turned her attention back to Evan.
“I think the bride was confused about what she wanted and just threw whatever ideas she had into this. It would explain the koi fish pond behind the dessert table inside.” Motioning with her lips to the double french doors that led inside, Novia took a bite of her food and covered her mouth with a hand.
“…and those clown fish in vases as center pieces. And the lime green brides maid dresses. Kinda tacky but, what can you do? It’s her day.” She offered him a shrimp puff. “So, Evan, are you here for the bride or the groom?”
“The groom.” He admitted.
The meeting with Gardner three days prior had gone well. Apparently the man had taken the threat seriously which was always good as Evan wasn’t exactly known for joking about threats. It was counterproductive to business. And–very quickly–a name had been dropped.
Brian Whitiker.
The man was twenty five with blonde hair and green eyes and a smile that had lead a certain woman to believe pink and seafoam and swans were a wonderful idea. Whitiker wasn’t part of Evan’s family but he did work in the warehouse they owned. Not for much longer though. Not after tomorrow.
Taking the offered shrimp puff, Evan nibbled and considered the woman before him. Novia. Novia was a gorgeous name. It reminded Evan of stars.
“I like your name.” He admitted. “Reminds me of how stars sound.” He paused. “Pretty sure I just sounded like some creep-loser so let’s restart.” Evan cleared his throat and offered a stereotypical cheesy smile. “Novia, is it? That’s a beautiful name. It’s Italian equivalent would be ‘sposa’ which is bride and I am just right back into creepy, aren’t I?” I’m gonna shove this shrimp puff into my mouth and stop talking.”
Novia laughed at that, and watched with interest as he had the shrimp puff.
Evan was cute. He was adorably awkward and handsome and was honest and that honesty put the woman at ease. She had been used to men pretending to be something they’re not, and boys faking confidence only to waver when she flirted back.
“Well, aren’t you charming?” Novia grinned. “Even if you are a creep loser, I can’t deny you’ve got some moxie. I like that.”
It was then that Novia let out a sigh, her shoulders dropping. “That’s a shame about you being on the Groom’s side. I’m actually here for the bride--well, sort of. But, if you don’t mind bending the rules a little bit, you could always sit with me.”
Moving to stand by his side, Novia bumped her hip with his, her expression becoming impish, and her smile daring. “Unless you can’t...”
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
novialokaj
Novia hadn’t been expecting someone to fall into her arms. She hadn’t expected to see brown eyes and a smile with amazing teeth.
She had caught the man purely on instinct. Novia was a woman who acted on reflex and asked questions later and with her training, she didn’t have to think twice about her actions. She had saw movement out of the corner of her eye, tensed slightly only to quickly look to her right and see someone falling.
And when she caught him, the awkwardness of it all had just sort of…happened. It had also caused her to drop one of her shrimp, but that had been ignored for the man in her arms.
Suddenly the sound of a random passerby shouted, ‘when’s the wedding?’ and Novia found herself blushing.
A lock of hair had fallen in front of her face, and as surprised eyes took in the others smile, she felt her own spread across her face. “Hi..” she grinned, and cleared her throat. “Well, if this isn’t an ice breaker I don’t know what is.”
“Hopefully I don’t weigh as much as a polar bear.” Evan offered a nervous chuckle as he was assisted back to standing. Mr. Orange offered a hand to assist. Evan took it for the final pull up. He then brushed off any possible wrinkles on his suit before looking at the woman before him.
And she certainly was a woman. Not in the vulgar cliche way that so many thought of when defining woman from girl–although he was a man enough to offer a quick once-over he prayed went unnoticed–but in the way she carried herself. The way she stood straight and proud and, obviously, taller than himself in her high heels. The way she blushed but didn’t avert her eyes.
And, of course, the way she wore that dress. Damn, the way she wore that dress.
Be a gentleman, be a gentleman, be a–John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt…
Evan stuffed a hand casually in his pocket. Mr. Orange returned his dropped phone to him. Evan cleared his throat.
“Hey so, um, I have a super important question…Are swans at the coral reef?” Evan tilted his head in question. “I…uh…I’m just not really getting this whole theme…I’m Evan by the way.”
Novia had chuckled at the polar bear response, and raised a brow at that question with a smirk, but at hearing his name, she gave Evan a toothy smile and put out her hand. “Novia Lokaj. A pleasure.”
Her handshake was firm, as was his, and she noted that offhandedly. Evan was young, but about her age from what she could tell. And he carried himself confidently. From the tailored dark blue suit he wore, to the way he just sort of seemed to command respect without having to say a word.
“Swans?” Novia repeated. “Nah, the climate is too much for them. But I feel you on that.” She said as she looked around, only for her eyes to brighten when the caterer came back again. Grabbing five more shrimp puffs on a napkin, she turned her attention back to Evan.
“I think the bride was confused about what she wanted and just threw whatever ideas she had into this. It would explain the koi fish pond behind the dessert table inside.” Motioning with her lips to the double french doors that led inside, Novia took a bite of her food and covered her mouth with a hand.
“...and those clown fish in vases as center pieces. And the lime green brides maid dresses. Kinda tacky but, what can you do? It’s her day.” She offered him a shrimp puff. “So, Evan, are you here for the bride or the groom?”
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
novialokaj
Weddings were wonderful. At least, Novia thought so, to a point. When they were modest and simple, and filled with food, she loved it. She always cried at them though, and while she couldn’t exactly complain about that, she could raise hell about the wedding she was currently attending.
At twenty years old and working as a covert operative with a dangerous set of skills, Novia had been to her share of weddings and events. They didn’t always end well but, it was the life she lived.
The mansion the wedding was being held at was decked out in pink and seafoam and even had a couple dozen ice sculpted swans. She thought it was all terribly excessive but the food was good, and as she helped herself to her forth (or fifth) shrimp cocktail, Novia took it all in.
It wasn’t as if she had anything better to do at that moment anyway.
It was a warm day in March, with birds singing and bees trying to have sex with them. Her target had been a one Hanson Smith, a necromancer with a growing cult and a taste for the blood, and had even attempted to open a portal to Hell using an orphan. Novia’s own blood mage had closed it in a rather dramatic way and had said something about how fucked up the whole thing had been. And the man had seen his fair share of fucked up things.
Unfortunately, Hanson had gotten away and it had taken at least four days to track him down. Under an alias, he attended his niece’s wedding with the hopes of giving her away and it was at said wedding that Novia found herself.
Dressed in a nude, short dress with an open back, Novia had done her make up to perfection and had swept up her long, thick black hair in a loose bun at the back of her head with a pearl comb. She had a small pistol strapped to her thigh, a semi-automatic in her purse–along with about, five steak knives she had swiped from the reception area.
And with about forty five minutes until the wedding started, Novia thought it best to occupy herself by stuffing her mouth with enough shrimp and tuna tartare to get mercury poisoning.
“Um…” said one of the caterers, watching as Novia took another piece of tuna tartare on a napkin. He had been standing there for a good three minutes. “Ma’am, I do have to make my rounds…”
She stuffed a twenty dollar bill in his vest pocket. “No you don’t.” Novia said after she swallowed her food. “Go get another of those shrimp puffs and get back here.”
“Yes ma’am.” He nodded, this time with a grin plastered on his face and scurried off back into the house.
Novia checked her watch. “…only forty minutes to go. God this is gonna be a long day.”
Evan loved weddings. Gosh, did he ever. He supposed it was the family aspect. Family was such an important and beautiful thing. Or maybe it was how everyone was so happy or the pomp and circumstance of it all; although, admittedly, there seemed an excessive amount of ‘pomp’ in this particular wedding.
Pink, seafoam….just…just a whole lot of pink and seafoam.
“But where do the swans come in?” Evan pressed his bodyguard. Standing over by a floral table with pink runner, he eyed the glass sculptures suspiciously. “I mean…Pink and seafoam leave kind of a coral reef vibe. Would explain all the seafood…Are swans at the coral reef?”
The man said nothing.
“Maybe we should google that.” Evan popped a shrimp puff into his mouth which freed up his hand to slip into his suit pocket for his phone. “Coral reef is in Australia, right?”
The bodyguard remained silent with blank expression.
“Don’t give me that look, Mr. Orange. You know you don’t know either.” For reasons completely unknown to Evan, he was compelled to walk. Perhaps it was some universal law of cellphones: one must text and walk at the same time. Perhaps it was some evolutionary Darwinism thing and eventually the world would develop heightened senses to manage eyes on a screen and directional movement.
But, today, it only caused Evan to be unaware of spilled champagne on a marble floor. And for his shined loafers to slip on said liquid. Instinctively he attempted to right himself which only caused him to twist.
And ‘French dip’ right into the arms of another.
Looking up into a gorgeous–and equally surprised–face, he took in the bluest eyes he had ever seen and grinned bashful.
“Hi.”
Novia hadn’t been expecting someone to fall into her arms. She hadn’t expected to see brown eyes and a smile with amazing teeth.
She had caught the man purely on instinct. Novia was a woman who acted on reflex and asked questions later and with her training, she didn’t have to think twice about her actions. She had saw movement out of the corner of her eye, tensed slightly only to quickly look to her right and see someone falling.
And when she caught him, the awkwardness of it all had just sort of...happened. It had also caused her to drop one of her shrimp, but that had been ignored for the man in her arms.
Suddenly the sound of a random passerby shouted, ‘when’s the wedding?’ and Novia found herself blushing.
A lock of hair had fallen in front of her face, and as surprised eyes took in the others smile, she felt her own spread across her face. “Hi..” she grinned, and cleared her throat. “Well, if this isn’t an ice breaker I don’t know what is.”
An Alternate: Meet the Mobster
On the west side of Chikago sat a rather large shipping warehouse. The outside was clean, fresh, polished, and existed as white panels with blue bordered accents. The inside was a loud commotion of lifts, chains, and men shouting to be heard over machinery. They hurried along in hard hats and work uniforms that proclaimed S&T SHIPPING in yellow lettering on blue fabric. They did not question the men who wore suits.
Nobody questioned the men who wore suits.
Those men, however, usually resigned themselves to the office during normal business hours. And, it was there they could currently be found.
The office itself was a fantastic thing. At least Evan believed so. True, he was fond of the entire warehouse but the office was especially nice. For one, it was quiet. The walls cancelled out the noise of the work just beyond. The second reason was that it was cozy. Black leather furniture; two couches and a large rectangular ottoman were comfortable enough to sleep on and there had been more than one occasion in which he had. A separate room within the office housed a large table and several chairs for corporate meetings. Closing doors ensured those meetings would remain private which was always beneficial given the meetings that took place.
Today a meeting was taking place but Evan chose not to use the private room but rather sit on the couch.
Dressed in a black suit with red tie, vest, and shined leather loafers, Evan looked polish. All save his hair, of course. It had once been properly combed but his hands had run through the strands as was a nervous habit and it saw to laying however it desired.The twenty-one year old sat with his fingers laced and his thumbs tapping against each other. He smiles casually.
“So, how’s it going?”
The question was directed to the man sitting across from him and not the body guard standing silently by the door. The body guard was buff, bald, and wore a black suit with orange tie. The man across from Evan was abnormally slender, forty years old, and had the face of a pinched weasel. He was not an attractive man. There was also a rumor that his mother was his cousin but Evan never saw the resemblance.
“Business is great.” The man–whose name was Gardner–smiled wide and confident. “Couldn’t be better.”
“Nah,” Evan shook his head.
“’Nah?’” a brow was raised at the comment.
“See, it’s not so good. The money is all there but the product…” Evan winced and sucked air through his teeth. “Going through some slippery hands.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
There was silence now. The two men starred at one another. Gardner appeared serious; Evan with the same casual expression. Gardner thought Evan looked too casual. Evan thought Gardner kinda looked like Weezy from The Toon Patrol. Rather than answer, Evan brought up his right hand and made a gun with his fingers. He closed one eye as if looking down the sight at the other across from him. He bent his thumb.
“Ka-pew.” He answered. Pushing from where he sat, Evan moved to pat Gardner’s shoulder. “Good talk, buddy. Find those slippery hands for me, kay?”
Weddings were wonderful. At least, Novia thought so, to a point. When they were modest and simple, and filled with food, she loved it. She always cried at them though, and while she couldn’t exactly complain about that, she could raise hell about the wedding she was currently attending.
At twenty years old and working as a covert operative with a dangerous set of skills, Novia had been to her share of weddings and events. They didn’t always end well but, it was the life she lived.
The mansion the wedding was being held at was decked out in pink and seafoam and even had a couple dozen ice sculpted swans. She thought it was all terribly excessive but the food was good, and as she helped herself to her forth (or fifth) shrimp cocktail, Novia took it all in.
It wasn’t as if she had anything better to do at that moment anyway.
It was a warm day in March, with birds singing and bees trying to have sex with them. Her target had been a one Hanson Smith, a necromancer with a growing cult and a taste for the blood, and had even attempted to open a portal to Hell using an orphan. Novia’s own blood mage had closed it in a rather dramatic way and had said something about how fucked up the whole thing had been. And the man had seen his fair share of fucked up things.
Unfortunately, Hanson had gotten away and it had taken at least four days to track him down. Under an alias, he attended his niece’s wedding with the hopes of giving her away and it was at said wedding that Novia found herself.
Dressed in a nude, short dress with an open back, Novia had done her make up to perfection and had swept up her long, thick black hair in a loose bun at the back of her head with a pearl comb. She had a small pistol strapped to her thigh, a semi-automatic in her purse--along with about, five steak knives she had swiped from the reception area.
And with about forty five minutes until the wedding started, Novia thought it best to occupy herself by stuffing her mouth with enough shrimp and tuna tartare to get mercury poisoning.
“Um...” said one of the caterers, watching as Novia took another piece of tuna tartare on a napkin. He had been standing there for a good three minutes. “Ma’am, I do have to make my rounds...”
She stuffed a twenty dollar bill in his vest pocket. “No you don’t.” Novia said after she swallowed her food. “Go get another of those shrimp puffs and get back here.”
“Yes ma’am.” He nodded, this time with a grin plastered on his face and scurried off back into the house.
Novia checked her watch. “...only forty minutes to go. God this is gonna be a long day.”
Better Days
Novia wasn’t one who kept locked away in her apartment. She was what her mother called a ‘free spirit’ and went where the wind took her. If she left like going out, she did. With headphones on, and music blasting, the woman had gone out early in the morning, bought herself a bottle of green apple vodka, some cold cuts, and picked up a chinese food menu for dinner and spent the rest of the day window shopping and walking.
This was not something she did often. Only when bored or, when she could stand the sight of her apartment anymore. Groceries could be delivered, mail was sent to her mail box, and her check was direct deposit. She literally had no reason to leave since summer vacation had started.
But here she was, sipping on a large coke that was half way gone, and listening to Ne-Yo and humming to the song. Novia had decided to take the short cut back home. It was colder than what the end of June should have been, so she wore a light jacket, blue in color, and stockings under her skirt.
She was in a good mood despite being alone, but when she saw Chibi sitting by theirself on the swing set, Novia raised a brow, and moved toward them. She smiled. “Hey, Chibs.” Novia sat at the swing next to the being.
“How goes it?”
“Peachy.” Chibi answered simply. It was her usual answer to everything. A simple word that held every meaning and no meaning at the same time. She lifted her head to look in Novia’s general direction. Not the being she was waiting for, but that was okay. The chimera would find them some other time. Or not. Some things aren’t worth finding, no matter how much they nag in the back of your mind.
“Been a while since you’ve been outside, what brings you from the abyss?” Chibi pondered, slowly rocking herself on the swing. She noticed the air felt less still than it had a moment ago. Odd.
Novia raised a brow. “I’ve actually been out a lot lately.” She said, and took a sip of her soda. “maybe not willingly but...” Pausing, the woman looked over at the being next to her.
“...maybe that was your point.” Novia sighed. “Evan and my family, along with a few of his. As for being by myself...it’s been a while, yes.” She nodded.
After a few moments of silence, Novia sighed and took out the bottle of vodka from the bag and poured a healthy amount into her Styrofoam cup. Blending the alcohol with the straw, Novia took a sip, winced, but smiled once it went down and hit her stomach.
“I love Evan. I do with all my heart. And I’m sure you know that. And maybe what I’m about to say sounds codependent but, when I’m alone I feel lonely. So I try to fill my time--now more than ever---with something that used to bring me joy. It’s not the same.”
Novia looked over at Chibs. “For some reason, I feel like you might be feeling the same way. If only just a little bit.” She leaned forward to look Chibi in the eyes. “Is it a little bit?”
Better Days
Chibi sat on the lonely swing set. The Chikago Central Park was empty aside from the occasional couple on an evening stroll. Glancing out the corner of her eye she saw a familiar smile and blackened eyes hiding in the shadows of the playground castle. However when she turned her head, they were gone. The presence lingered faintly, but the chimera shrugged it off. Thinking on things too much gets exhausting…
Swinging slightly, she sighed, waiting for the sun to seep lower, allowing her eyes to naturally adjust better to the dark setting. Another quiet night alone in the park. Another ominous passage in the dimensional mindfuck that was Chikago. What was she even doing here again? Waiting for someone it felt like, but she couldn’t remember who or why she was waiting for them.
Novia wasn’t one who kept locked away in her apartment. She was what her mother called a ‘free spirit’ and went where the wind took her. If she left like going out, she did. With headphones on, and music blasting, the woman had gone out early in the morning, bought herself a bottle of green apple vodka, some cold cuts, and picked up a chinese food menu for dinner and spent the rest of the day window shopping and walking.
This was not something she did often. Only when bored or, when she could stand the sight of her apartment anymore. Groceries could be delivered, mail was sent to her mail box, and her check was direct deposit. She literally had no reason to leave since summer vacation had started.
But here she was, sipping on a large coke that was half way gone, and listening to Ne-Yo and humming to the song. Novia had decided to take the short cut back home. It was colder than what the end of June should have been, so she wore a light jacket, blue in color, and stockings under her skirt.
She was in a good mood despite being alone, but when she saw Chibi sitting by theirself on the swing set, Novia raised a brow, and moved toward them. She smiled. “Hey, Chibs.” Novia sat at the swing next to the being.
“How goes it?”
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They gon fuck
I find it funny how proud you seem whenever I mention Im drinking or smoking XD Does make me happy lmao
Woman I am half Albanian and Half Colombian. Drinking and Smoking go hand in hand in BOTH of my cultures.
That...and blood feuds.
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Jesus christ <3
the dudes losing their shit in the background.
this gif makes me excited.
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