#c:nike

[coliincorrect]

Kijoon: Damn, you're sneaky.

Nike: Yeah, but I'm little. So it's adorable.

[lunarchld]

"I feel invincible when I'm with you." Daniel to Nike

“As long as we’re together nothing cantouch us…” Nike promised, kissing Daniel again. It was a promise she intendedon keeping. She hadn’t worked this hard and come this far to save Daniel justfor him to turn around and let something else take him down. She wasn’t goingto let it happen. Nike wasn’t naive enough to think she could stick aroundforever but she could stay around long enough to make sure everything withDaniel was okay. The day they’d met she’d promised that she wasgoing to help him and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. “We are invincible.” She murmured, her forehead pressed against his. “Together, we are.” 

[lunarchld]

"You're going to help me?" Daniel to Nike

“Yes, I am.” Nike smiled brightly at Daniel and extended her hand. “Victoria Sloan.” She greeted. “I’m more qualified than I look.” She chuckled lightly and motioned for Daniel to take a seat so they could get started. This wasn’t the first time she’d ever present herself as an attorney and it probably wouldn’t be her last. She was good at this. She was good at helping deserving people out of sticky situations. Daniel deserved her help more than anyone had in a really long time. The mess he was in was unfair and had everything to do with where he came from and Nike wouldn’t stand for i. But if he was going to win his case he was going to need help. He’d prayed for help and Nike was going to answer those prayers. “Why don’t you tell me how this all happened.” She began, pulling out a pen and notepad.

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@blueandlight-asthesky

“Maldición” daba gracias a no estar en el banco de una iglesia y sí en uno público, porque entre las pintas que llevaba y su vocabulario soez, Niké era la candidata idónea para elaborar un nuevo via crucis. “’Pásate al tabaco de liar... Es más sano y súper económico...’ Una puta mierda” relataba para sí misma, agudizando su tono igual que un cuco recién salido del cascarón, como si acaso tuviera un acompañante al lado. Podía ser muy hábil con las manos en ciertas cosas... pero para trabajos manuelas auténticos; era un verdadero caos. El semblante de la muchacha se crispó cuando, otra vez, el papel de liar quedó resquebrajado en una esquina. Imaginad un tomate, bien, la cara de la muchacha ardía de furia. ‘Paciencia’ no aparecía en su denominador común.