𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : a tavern in troit, azgeda 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 : present 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @hainofablaiz
𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 like the first time in months. blaiz had told her that they’d be venturing outside of the aztrap and into a nearby tavern for their new year event and venus had only rolled her eyes and mentioned how off their timing was. secretly, she was grateful that she hadn’t been a prisoner for longer, because otherwise the timing would surely convince her that she had really been here for a year. she had drowned down her thoughts with wine but not before she had twisted and turned her hair into two thick braids at the back of her head; she had made an effort to look pretty even if she didn’t entirely feel it then.
now... now, the tavern is loud and boisterous and a welcome distraction from her thoughts. blaiz and venus aren’t alone; his cohorts have joined them, people she only vaguely remembers the names of, and as they sit down at the table venus follows suit... except it’s not a chair she sits in but blaiz’s own lap. she can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks already at the movement, but what is their arrangement for if not this?
venus moves her face an inch away from blaiz’s side, her lips coming to a stop before his ear. “ do you remember, ” she murmurs slowly, her breath hot as she moves an arm to wrap around his shoulders and keep her in place, “ when i said i’d give you the best performance of my life? ” her free hand moves to his chest, slowly sliding upwards, and venus pulls away to look at blaiz. only to look at blaiz. with her heart pounding in her chest, she doesn’t think she could endure making eye contact with anyone else right now, and something in her mind says stop while you still can but she doesn’t. she doesn’t.
part of her wants this and it’s not about blaiz; it’s the alcohol, it’s the loneliness, it’s the fact that she has never felt wanted and never been touched and nobody is coming to save her, not even bellamy. it had been over two weeks since her disappearance, almost three, and she’s past being tired. she might as well know the touch of another no matter how false it might be, and the wine she drank earlier gives her the confidence to instigate just that. venus swallows down the emotion in her chest as she continues, “ i meant what i said. ”
