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New Calling | Elli & Vincent

  His morning routine had changed very little since he’d arrived in the states, took great pleasure in having a hot cup of tea each morning and settling to pinch a small amount of time to read. Usually left the news running on the archaic tablet he possessed, doubled as entertainment and work as all the scans from any of his machines usually were delivered straight too it. Now, it was streaming Network 54 and the latest news that morning. Background noise for the most part, they were still largely reporting on the bombings and the supposed suspect, he did want entirely want to think of him. Not until he could get in contact with him, which thus far had been futile.

  Vincent ran through his to do list for the time, it was remarkably short, but unfortunately as he knew well enough—it rarely stayed short. The med center was one of the busiest districts and it was inevitable that some of them would come pouring into his cramped clinic asking for help. He could never refuse even if it meant working out of hours. It wasn’t far for him to trudge home. Kitty had yet to make her appearance this morning, or his latest apprentice for that matter, but it was still ridiculously early—old habits die hard.

  He always woke at the crack of dawn and collapsed into his bed later than he ought to. The exhaustion from this weary routine clear for all to see in blue eyes weighed down by the ailments of the city. Only no matter how early he went to bed, the darkness would chase him and keep him awake until foul hours of the morning. He could not remember the last time he’d slept soundly. Perhaps before the desert and all its horrors.

  It was some time later that the buzzer sounded and Vince was so entranced by patient files he’d been checking and filing that the noise made him jump. He lurched from his make-shift desk leaving the tablet chatting away to itself as they repeated the same news stories over and over. Deft fingers unlocked the door, pulling it open to greet her with a warm if a little strained smile. But they always were these days. “Morning, apologies for getting you up early but afraid a lot to do today.”

  Then cautiously he added, “it’s good to see you. Please come in. Would you like something to drink before we start? Got a little time.”

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The Lady in Blue | Elli & Quin

  It should’ve been simple, and for all intensive purposes it was nothing but a dinner date, modest, easy, the kind of evening he’d done countless of times before. Only this time around he wanted everything to be perfect, wouldn’t settle for second best, it wouldn’t seem right. He’d booked reservations at what sounded like the fanciest restaurant in the city, he barely understood the menu so that seemed like a good indicator and there was no way in hell he was going to cook for her—that’d be a disaster.

  Quinton had bought her flowers, once again a simple task turned into a mare by the fixer’s own doing, in the end the bouquet he’d chosen was a mix of vivid blue irises and soft pure lilies. The first time they’d dated, all those years ago when romance and courtship hadn’t been his priority. But he’d still given her a small bouquet of blue irises. The day after his arrest, holed up in the holding cell in the local precinct he’d thought of arranging to have a single blue iris delivered to doorstep—a goodbye of sorts, but his ego had gotten the better of him. Somehow he thought he was going to get out of the charges. It didn’t matter he was here now. Doing it right.

  He rolled his shoulders, adjusting jacket of his suit for the umpteenth time since arriving at the restaurant—that was definitely far too upmarket for him. High-arched ceilings and polite company delicately sipping on their champagne flutes. No necking the bottle here and lunging half dressed across a slouched lazy sofa. Quin had dressed for the occasion, even gone so far to remove his piercings which was a peculiarity with him, tended to leave out the ones that lined his ears but rarely his septum, just another attempt to squish himself into what he perceived was desirable. Worthy. He wanted to be worthy of her.

  “Fashionably late,” he teased as the familiar click of her heels greeted him, and with the quick grace of a cat he offered the bouquet out to her, “per la mia dolce.” There was a lingering smile that lifted the corners of his lips, a shine of endearment in his dark eyes (no optics lit tonight), he never could keep his eyes off her. “I ordered us champagne,” he gestured to the table behind them, lit by the soft orange warmth of a petite candle in the centrepiece, champagne and two glasses already set out for them. Now that she was here the tension eased out of his shoulders and he relaxed fully into her company.

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Glitterball Reunion | Elli & Q

  It had been an evening of leisurely pursuits so far, Q was currently lounging with drink in hand on a sofa in one of the numerous clubs in charter’s hill. His companion, Jack, had wondered off stumbling after some beautiful girl covered head to toe in glitter with eyes like a cat. He’d been left to console his thoughts and watch the show that was still unfolding up on the stage not far from him, a young woman in an elaborate and yet barely there outfit was flashing coy smiles and long legs at the patrons. Q slouched a little more into the sofa, coat uncensored in a place like this, optic flared, generally feeling a little more like himself.

  His peace was disturbed as the pimp returned with a different young woman to the one he’d disappeared with, Q smirked up at him. Sat up just a tad, arms still slung over the back of the sofa he was sat on, “you off?”

  Jack proceeded to inform him he was but not before he sorted him out, he would’ve asked what he meant by that but Q already knew. Tried to tell him he wasn’t interested in a lap dance but his friend wasn’t interested, disappeared off to go find the first girl who wanted to earn some extra money no doubt. Q might’ve sighed and just left but he knew better than that, although no doubt he could simply convince Jack that he’d found a lovely young woman to go home with—a highly plausible situation. The bartender had been giving him shy smiles all evening, but she was paid to do that. He finished his drink off and waited for whatever trouble Jack was stirring up to arrive.