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She seemed to look him over once every so often from his fingers, they both had changed enough. Him more so than her. Stoya was still pretty as could be, if not a little more broken down. He knew that she never had an easy life, her scars reminded him every time he saw her. Lucio understood, and he admired her more so for it. His own scars were grisly from acts of prolonged torture and violence. Her’s were not so far from where his came from. They made her more like him, they made her a survivor.
They made her beautiful.
As he stood, he merely looked down on her unwavering. Those eyes peering at her rather than through her as he often did with most around here. Lucio knew that her knowledge of him could have possibly been dangerous, but he had never known her to sell out others. He strangely had the utmost confidence that he had no reason to run from her.
But Stoya seemed a little distant, thinking something over heavily.
The baby.
Rosie.
His heart began to beat faster thinking about it. Of course, he had forgotten in these moments of the child. He wondered where she could possibly be. Lucio adored that child; had watched her grow from a rather young age. She couldn’t be much of a baby anymore if she was still around. He had the urge to see her. Make sure that she was alright. Regardless of how she came to be, Lucio had loved her as much as someone like him could love another being.
When Stoya looked to him, finally speaking again, but not letting go of his hand. He couldn’t help but very carefully wrap his arms around her frame. Had put on a little weight since she was a slave, he was glad to know it. There was a deep chuckle, a familiar chuckle that escaped him.
“A normal greeting would not have sufficed.” He whispered to her before letting go.
She immediately rushed him in the back door of a building. Seemed rather large for just two women. Did others stay here?
His footsteps on the stairs creaked with his weight as he followed her.
“She’s here?” Lucio asked carefully as they reached the top of the stairs before nodding. “Thank you. Don’t go through too much trouble on my behalf.”
With that, he turned to go to the door that he was directed to. His injured hand shook a bit, though not from the pain.
He slowly opened the door and saw the young girl sleeping in her bed. Soundly as he had hoped. But he didn’t want to wake her just yet. His heavy footsteps fell expertly silenced as he wanted to look around the room for a moment before waking her. Making sure to keep his hand to his chest so he didn’t bleed on her floor.
