You. I have a... Proposition. What do you say I go and get you a drink. Y'know, wet your fucking whistle while I give you a little job offer~ I'm sure you could use the scratch.
Alena perks up at the offer. Oh shit....this is very vague though.
“I guess I’ll do it but....my only question is.....What’s the catch?”
{Since that other post was so full of my messiness I’m going to just do a new one. Continued from here }
@veiledrenayed
Lusamine’s stomach flipped as she looked Sam in the eyes.
Sam...
Sam...
The name was rocketing around in her mind, hitting all the parts of her brain, making pleasure and euphoria burst to life. The name was like heaven. The name was like God.
She took the name in her mouth, and she spoke it, and it blew from her lips like gospel, like the word of God, like God, and she ran her tongue over every letter, and savored every fucking syllable, took the word in her mouth and swallowed it whole, feeling it settle in her very soul.
Her heart was hammering, and in it was Sam, that word, and everything it meant. It beat with the rhythm of that name, with the rhythm of Sam, with the rhythm of God.
It was like being lost, and suddenly being FOUND, and every aspect of her body was shaking, shaking to the rhythm of SAM.
SAM.
Lusamine took her shaking hands and, ignoring the tears in her eyes, clamped them down on Sam’s shoulders. She buried her face in the crook of her neck, soaking the skin there.
She was sobbing now, but it was all a blur.
All she could taste, all she could smell, all she could see, all she could hear, all she could feel was Sam.
All she knew was SAM.
She could barely speak. “I missed you...” And then the dam broke loose, and she cried more than she had in all but a few moments of her life.
“I, I, I - m - missed, you, I missed you, I’m sorry, I’m so, so, sorry, I - I, m - missed you...”
She was an ugly crier, that was for sure. She couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe.
Well, that wasn’t true.
She was breathing, gasping for breath, but she was getting no oxygen.
Why hello there, Tuxedo Kamen... Now, I would be remiss if I didn't ask you for a dance. So, shall we?" Samantha (?) offered him a hand, the glassy lenses of her plague mask staring at him.
Zenith blinked owlishly through his thin mask at the upheld hand– it was strange enough that anyone would ask him to dance, much less someone he wasn’t sure he knew.
“Hahah, so you’ve seen that show too?” he responded with an awkward laugh. That’s when he finally noticed the outfit the other was wearing.
Whoa…that mask is super creepy. Zenith stared at its blank eyes for a few moments before realizing they were still holding their hand out.
“O-oh right! Dance… S-sure? I uh… only really know one dance…”
🔪 (the meme was there so consider this crack) You know, its so wild how this is not the first time I've done this! Does that make me a bad person? I don't think it does, cuz children can be a real pain in the ass and... Oh shit I didn't put in a fresh thing of compressed gas in my knife... Ok, just hold on. Don't run. Try not to bleed too much... I can fix this...