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Fighting it is harder than you think. But good luck.
Thank you for the well wishes, though I am already aware of the difficulties. Until recently, I was nothing more than a faded extra in the background of others’ stories. I enjoyed nonexistence quite thoroughly.
deceptux replied to your post: My friend has officially awarded me a “D” for my...
he should give you brownie points for trying, ayee
Unfortunately, it is always all or nothing with him. Either I blossom into a social butterfly or I die inside the cocoon. Quite honestly, I would prefer the latter scenario.
Orianthe knew Marquis Duke. They knew about the woman he’d gotten pregnant and paid to keep silent about it, and the grad student whose loans he was paying off, and his work for the Tartarus family. They knew that his favorite drink was a Fox Poison. They knew that the first time he had kissed them, in high school, he had tasted like vodka and cherry chapstick. They knew Marquis in the biblical sense, too, of course. But in Or’s humble opinion, you could never really know someone, not down to the very marrow of them, until you watched them take a life in cold blood. And with that as their gauge - well, they knew Marquis Duke many, many times over.
“Or,” Marquis grunted, his hair falling into place as the man he was holding struggled to escape. Both of them were sweaty from the hunt, Marquis in an expensively-tailored suit, the other man in a stained t-shirt and jeans. “A little faster, please?”
“I’m coming as fast as I can, dear,” Or said, picking their way through the underbrush, trying to ensure their heels didn’t stick in the dirt. They never took part in the hunts - they came only to spectate. It was lucky that their friends liked having someone to impress.
Marquis fumbled for the hunting knife sheathed at his belt, ultimately giving up in order to keep both of the man’s arms behind his back. He looked helplessly at Or. “Could you…?”
“I’ve got it,” they affirmed, and, reaching him, slid the knife out. They took a moment to admire the sheer length of it, the wicked sharpness of the blade, before handing it over.
“Stand back,” Marquis warned. “I don’t want to stain your dress.”
“So courteous,” Or said, flashing him a smile with teeth, and stepping off to one side. They twisted the handle of their parasol, pulse pumping hard in anticipation, as Marquis raised the blade to the man’s throat.
You don’t remember how the first fight started. You just remember that as a schoolboy, you were violently short tempered. You were hella lucky (or not?) that your mother turned up at your school herself and started begging…LITERALLY begging the principal to let you remain in that school.
Your lip curls in disgust. The other boy is across the room. He flips you the bird with both hands, then gestures to your mother behind her back. What a hag, he mouths at you. Okay. You decided that was not alright.
You cross the room, fists at the ready. You’re about to sock the other guy in the jaw when your mom screams your name and the officers present move to restrain you. But you’re fast and you ignore things very easily. Too easily.
They have to call the school nurse in, by the time you’re done. Your mother pounds on your back, wailing and cursing. I had to. I had to. He deserved it. You think to yourself. You might have cried a little if you could, but that wasn’t the first fight you’ve gotten into, and it would be far from the last.
Ice cream in cake flavored vodka was in fact a wonderful idea, at least to Deceptus and Luxe. They’d found some common ground, in their taste in fashion and drinks and in a way in men (Luxe certainly wasn’t nearly as picky as she was though). They were having a nice time together, laughing and drinking their floats. And so far, Deceptus didn’t seem to mind how close Luxe had decided to sit with her.Soon he glanced aside to her, wiping a bit of ice cream from his mouth. “You know, you never gave me a proper answer when I asked if you wanted to step on me. Am I first in line yet?”She perked a brow at him and offered a coy smile as she set her drink aside. “Well, you did fix these great drinks. And I’ll admit, I’ve been having fun... Yes, you’ve earned it.”
