Bodyguard || Lukas & Acadia
“Lukas!” Acadia’s voice echoed through the grounds of the Cirque, hoarse from her lack of sleep but still loud as she could be. She had just left her caravan with Aja still inside, her disheveled clothes and appearance a sign of her hasty exit. Before the door had shut behind her she had just pulled on a shirt, modesty clearly in the back of her mind in the moment.
“Lukas!” Again she called out, and again no one claimed the name belonged to them. She was fuming, ice blue eyes wild like a caged animal. If anyone didn’t know she had returned from her attempted escape, they did now. Anyone she crossed she demanded answers on the whereabouts of the hook boy, and eventually was directed to his caravan. The approach was quick, the entire time her mind wrestling with not only what to say, but if she should just skip the idea of knocking and shoulder the door in. The latter was a rejected idea simply for the thought of how much the area would ache the next day, and instead she took to pounding a tightly balled fist against the door nearly a dozen times. “Lukas! Open this damn door right now or I’ll burn it down!”