levente.
tired was the lazy excuse she’d fed him when he questions why her recap of the night was limited to ‘fine’. she is tired, but worlds away from fine. the mug of coffee in her hands, now lukewarm, has played an adequate prop, pressing to parted lips each time an insufficient surge of adrenaline hinders her from voicing giselle’s words that have been plaguing her mind. it’s only when he’s reached the door, ready for his first meeting, that the pulse in her ears urges her to speak. “ i need to ask you something. ” * / @lcvcntc












