Loyal To Few, Ruled by None

I was born with a knife in one hand, and a wound in the other. • Vienna Dellucci • 24

[viennadellucci]

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A crooked smile broke onto Sebastian lips, blue hues following her out of the room as she dismissed herself. He half shook his head, the cigarette becoming loose between his lips. Vienna somehow always managed to stir up something within him with just the slightest of effort. He couldn’t help but feel compelled by her in every sense of the word. The brit took his time finishing his smoke, as he knew he’d be waiting for a little while. Luckily, he’d managed to avoid getting the other persons blood on his clothes, so he was already ready to go.

Upon hearing Vienna re-enter the room, Sebastian’s gaze shot up to look at her. He gave her a once over – then twice, then three times. The mere sight of her already had his blood pumping faster throughout his body. “Okay? Tha’ would be an understatement.” He answered as he took slow steps toward her. He wanted to take her all in; her voice, the way she was looking at him, her scent. All of her. As he finally reached her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and allowed them to slide down her arms until he found her hands. “You look like a fuckin’ dream.” He added. He wouldn’t tell her, but sometimes he had to wonder if she was even real. Intertwining their fingers, Sebastian lightly led Vienna to the front door and outside to the car. He quickly moved to open her door for her, waiting for her to get in before shutting the door behind her and making his way over to the drivers seat. If she was his lady, he was going to treat her like so. No one else had made the cut thus far. With the car in gear, Sebastian turned the key and pulled out of the driveway. His hand absentmindedly found its way into her lap, gripping her knee gently as they drove off down the road.

“A dream that’s only for you, Seb.” She murmured, fingers intertwining with his. If he’d been any other guy, the words she’d just utter out would have been a lie — a meaningless, baseless, careless line she’d simply managed to think up of on the spot; but with Sebastian, it was different. Whenever she saw him, whenever they came face to face, only truth seemed to flow out of her lips like sweet, sweet honey. 

As he led her to the car and opened its door for her, Vienna felt her heart racing by the minute. It was small yet pivotal moments like these that had her wondering whether any of this was real (whether he was real.). She had been so sure, back then, that they wouldn’t last — what with her not being able to commit to someone for long, and finding the very idea of love as a whimsical musing of some sort. She’d been so, very certain she’d never fall in love with anybody and yet... Here she was. With him. Colliding like stars.  

 A small smile crept onto her face when she felt his hand on her knee. It was a habit of his she’d come to love. Placing her hand on top of his, she leaned in and began speaking in an enthusiastic manner. “Is that the place we’re going to tonight?” she hummed, pointing at a bar that’d recently been established. “I know you’ve been wanting to check it out for sometime now.”

[viennadellucci]

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Sebastian was quick to take her extended hand into his own and stood up. Her reply had him feeling a little more at ease, his paranoia subsiding. Pushing her hair back from her face with his opposite hand, the heir offered a small, crooked smile. “Just takin’ care of something.” He said casually, before placing a kiss to her forehead. He had never been one to show his affection easily, especially when it came to using his words. It simply wasn’t in his nature, what with his hard upbringing. His gaze softened as he looked down at her, his thumb stroking her cheek gently. He hated the idea that she might have been spending time with someone that wasn’t him. Was it selfish? In every way possible, but Sebastian wasn’t exactly known to be selfless. He never did learn to share what was his, and she was undoubtedly his. Pulling away from Vienna, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of smokes, plucking one from the pack to stick between his lips. He lit the cancer stick and exhaled the smoke away from her face though his eyes didn’t leave hers – God, she was gorgeous. A pretty little thing. “Was thinkin’ about taking you out to the bar tonight. You want to get dolled up?”

Vienna instinctively leaned into his touch as she smiled, eyes gazing into his endearingly. There was just something about his gentle touch that soothed her mind, something about his affectionate ways that brought her a sense of comfort and relief. It was as if he was the only person who could actually tame the tempestuous tides residing within her. 

“Mm.. I see.” She responded softly, eyes closing as he gave her a kiss on the forehead. If there was one thing she’d come to understand about Sebastian, it was how he had a tendency of expressing his love through his actions rather than his words. It was a trait of his she’d come to love dearly, as she found herself yearning for his affection more often than not. 

As he pulled away, Vienna crossed her arms over her chest— watching him as he took a smoke. There was honestly not a day that went by where she wasn’t captivated by how charming he was. “Going to the bar sounds like a plan to me and of course, getting dolled up for you is one of my favorite things to do.” Vienna responded, a mischievous smile appearing on her lips. “I’ll be right back.” Reaching out to give his hand a squeeze, she swiftly headed towards the bedroom; eager to get dressed up for their outing. She decided to go with her favorite black cami dress and high heels for the night, whilst choosing an evening makeup look to go with. 

It didn’t take long until she was ready and heading back to where he was waiting. “I hope I didn’t take too long.” she said, fiddling with the hem of her dress. “Do I look okay?”

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How did it get to this? What felt like a lifetime of banishment from his own family left Sebastian feeling irritable, misplaced in the world. He missed England and the lavish lifestyle that came with being his fathers son, but it wasn’t all miserable – at least not since he’d met Vienna. She was the only person who’d ever given him a taste of his own medicine, and like a true addict, he loved it and he abused it. After picking a fight with a random guy on the street for no reason in particular except maybe boredom, Sebastian had returned home wondering how the fuck he still had someone to go home to. In the mafia loyalty was everything, but Sebastian never offered a shred of loyalty to anyone outside of his family, both crime and blood. It made it all the more confusing to him as to why he felt a natural obligation to give it to this girl. She could hold her own, that was for damn sure, so it wasn’t like she needed him. Maybe that was what made him want to stick around for once. “Where’ve you been?” The brit asked upon laying eyes on the brunette. A sense of wanting to know she was his and only his washing over him. Anyone that challenged that was just a blade away from being ‘taken care of’.

[viennadellucci]

At a very young age, Vienna came to understand that the world they lived in was harsh and vicious— always ready to bare its teeth at the weak and steal from the blessed. She had no choice but to be cautious and vigilant, never allowing anyone to get too close for fear they’d stab her in the back as soon as she wasn’t looking.

But yet, when she’d encounter him on that fateful night, something began to shift within her. It was as if a flame was being reignited in her heart — a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. And though Vienna was still uncertain as to whether she could truly offer Sebastian her undying trust and loyalty, she genuinely wanted to give it a try. To stay. To give it all away to someone who maybe (just maybe) might’ve been worth it.

As she entered the living room, she shot him a mischievous smile, her hand instinctively reaching out for his. “Nowhere important.” She teased, amused at his curiosity. “And you? Where have you been all evening? I’d missed you.”