#brcvevolek

[aitruist]

@brcvevolek.

there is silence between them for a moment ; her eyes not leaving his as she continues to gently stroke curls behind her ears. her words laces itself throughout her thoughts, it does not show. ⁽ i’m complimenting you, not trying to get into your pants… ⁾  her fingers have since ceased their stroking of the small silk coat within her arms, ❛ well aren’t you the cheekiest one in here. tell me, do you say this to all the girls, still trying to get into their pants? ❜ the words are nearly spat from her mouth, so finely & purely accented that they demand to be heard, respected.

when she finally speaks, it is with an icy-laced humour that serves only to relieve her own tension. ❛ you know, most people usually don’t waste their time & talk with me, they just skip to the dance part, a man with your personality isn’t normally taking the time to start a conversation with someone like myself. ❜ she’ll admit that the compliments are nice. peaceful. a shame, really. perhaps he would visit more often from then on if not for the obvious.

                            ‘  —  a man with my personality?  ’     —  she means a lecherous man, he assumes. one defined by his sexual proclivities. a man who blows a quarter million on sex and private dances and ends up with a gambling debt greater than a normal mortgage. i’m not the man you think i am. i’m not here for sex. what is he here for?  a whim. because there are parts to his plot that he can’t figure out yet. this is just the beginning. the planning, the scheming, the dedicating his entire life to getting linc out.  ( i can’t lose him. he’s innocent. he was set up — linc wouldn’t do this. )

                          ‘  i’m not looking for a dance. and i’m not trying to get into your pants. what’s your name?  ’     —  he’s noticed the accent, and isn’t oblivious to the ongoings of a seedy industry: everything’s under the belt. everything’s less than legal, and everything has strings attached. ( mostly, it’s money. mostly, it’s a big-time crook with a big-time operation that cheats women out of work and keeps them as something else. it’s a trade that michael wants no part in. )

                                           so she either doesn’t believe him when he tells her that she has beautiful eyes, or she thinks he’s looking for something more venereal. 

[aitruist]

@brcvevolek​.

❛ don’t. ❜  it’s spoken in a firm tone, her heart pounding in her throat, & she’s doing everything she can to not break. she may have already broken with her patience, but she hasn’t broken all the way. for a moment, nika just closes her eyes. shoulders dropping in defeat ; breathing. that’s it. just focus on breathing. she still has to shake her head a little bit though. her heart breaks at the mention of this, & she almost wants to tell him to not continue on with this plain. she knows what she wants to say. she wants to lash out at him, but for the sake of keeping this a civil conversation, she’ll refrain.

❛ yeah– heaven for bid that would happen, right? ❜  it’s said soft, sarcastically. she shook her head & exhaled – watching mindlessly as the heat of her breath rose in the cold, crisp air. she couldn’t keep doing this. they needed to make a run for it, they need to escape this safely.

             ‘   i never meant to get you involved like this. i’m sorry —   ’      not any more involved than you already were. i know, i know  —  there’s a pounding in his chest, and an ache that wont shift itself as eyes scan across the lot. they’re running out of options. linc’s injured. a vodka-sodden pant leg dashed with cayenne pepper isn’t much in the way of pain management, and there’s something deeply rooted in michael’s chest that only worries for his brother.  (  i’m tired of being the big brother to my big brother.  —  but now, linc needs him. i’m breaking you out of here, brother.  )

                                     ‘  this wasn’t part of the deal.  ’     —  a deal. a green card in exchange for help. one thing —  just one thing. the deal was solid, i wasn’t going to ask her to do anything else. ( but he needed someone he could trust and he’s running out of options now. )    ‘  i know, i know. i’m sorry  --  i am. ’      the don’t is sharp. a warning shot, aimed straight at his feet, and he keeps walking. keeps running. i’m sorry. i am. i didn’t want you to get involved. things aren’t going to plan. i don’t know what to do to get them back together ( keep it together, michael. )