#ladylvck

[vindictes]

"Guess what I found -- and don't even think about burning it."

It was a rare picture of Giovanni as a child, together with her, equally as young. Both of them covered in what had to be mud after a particularly wild adventure Lucia had dragged him into.

"You were so cute back then....what happened?"

" then it won't count if i dissolve it in a vat of acid, " he just so happened to own several. only a swift glance is given towards the photo - there is no telling who had even taken it. too many decades had passed to pinpoint any details of the day. it couldn't be his mother, she never would have tolerated a disheveled appearance like that. " you hold onto too much sentimental junk. " / @ladylvck

[vindictes]

It is during one of the nights they are drinking comfortably together and Lucia was nowhere near drunk enough to even contemplate what she was going to do. Perhaps it was best to just get the action out of the way, move on like it was a joke, rile Giovanni up and move on, continuing being friends. Because somehow they always managed.

Only one beer in and the thought had come across her.

"Mind if I have a taste?" She did have a habit of stealing sips from her friend's own reserves from time to time, but only when he had a glass out already. So the question would not be out of the ordinary. And when he would intend to give her some out of annoyance or just because it was easier, did she decide to steal something else.

A brush of lips. A taste of spiced breath from the alcohol they both consumed.

And she held it there, probably longer than she should have.

And it probably should have been just that and it would be over and she could go back to just sitting beside him like nothing happened.

However something did happen and she was instantly on her feet and leaving before she could see his reaction.

the sheer amount of alcohol it would take to make giovanni even slightly tipsy would be enough to send most others halfway into permanent liver damage. after decades of careful micro-dosing of the contents of the mahogany cabinet in his office, it's more of a form of entertainment than something to get intoxicated from. and it had turned out to be a common part of their small get-togethers.

he'd always felt a certain spite towards that cabinet, anyway - it was one of the few things salvaged from his old home. some of the bottles it contained were older than his earliest memories. not that many of them were worth returning to, even with the power of alcohol.

" are you asking permission? "

his gaze is turned, just in time for the ghosting touch of lips to happen, brief but enough to create an unusual mix of the two drinks they were downing. a subtle raise of brows, the look resting on his features shifts to curiosity - but before he can ask, she has already left the room. / @ladylvck

[vindictes]

"Gio." She's giving him the Look ™.

the silence lingers for unusually long. his gaze remains on the window, one leg crossed over the other and a glass of whiskey dangled near his mouth. the feeling of quickened heartbeats is foreign, especially considering the cause - it brings an unusual warmth to the tips of his usually cold fingers, making them tingle, even against the cold glass.

how embarrassing.

another moment passes by before her knowing gaze fully registers, and he clears his throat, dragging his attention back by force.

" what? do you need something? " he speaks hastily, setting the whiskey down and quickly lighting up a cigarette. / @ladylvck

[vindictes]

'ʘ‿ʘ' (lucia jumpscare)

" ever wonder if there's a reality out there where things went different between us? could be interesting. " / send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive. / @ladylvck

[orreanintrepidness]

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[chounaifu]

ZYDRATE COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL

❝ A LITTLE GLASS VIAL? A LITTLE GLASS VIAL! ♫

AND THE LITTLE GLASS VIAL GOES INTO THE GUN LIKE A BATTERY. . . ♫

AND THE ZYDRATE GUN GOES SOMEWHERE AGAINST YOUR ANATOMY! ♫

And when the gun goes off, it SPARKS! ♫

And you’re ready for SURGERY, surgery. . . ♫ ❞ ✂️

Proton loves this song! He IS the repo man, after all.

[vindictes]

"Hey, Gio, how much does a hug cost?" From a teen Lucia to a teen Giovanni.

" uh– " he stares at her from across the two quiet park swings they're sitting on, a look of genuine confusion flashing on his face. is there a specific answer she's expecting? this is a largely unknown field to him. his gaze shifts away, a long silence following before he holds up two fingers. " two million. cash. " / @ladylvck

[wagerd]

“If you keep doing this, you’re going to end up dead.”

he regards her with a singular glance , attention returning back to the glass of wine in hand . the man had been here for a few hours now . if not gambling , then drinking away any loss he felt bitter about in hopes of the taste overpowering the sore feeling . the die had lied to him ; it promised fortune tonight . he swirls the glass as if it provided any consolation before he smiles emptily into it .

❛ ah , but that is all part of the gamble , is it not ? risking it all , even life — even death . no stakes are too high when you're well and truly aware of the consequences . tomorrow is never promised , you know . i could keep doing this and still die from an entirely different reason one way or another . what matters to me is that i'm simply making the most of my time while i can . ❜