Alonzo and Luka are promptly dismissed and the remaining three settle into the office, settling into the ocean's worth of tension. For so long - too long - they sat in silence, quiet eyes darting around, looking everywhere but at one another as they avoided the elephant in the room. They all had so much to say, but no clue how to say it, not even knowing where to start. In all honesty, neither of the three were sure they even wanted to.Instead, they sit in the silence, trying not to choke on the tension that rolls through the room like thick clouds of smoke. It made it hard to speak, hard to see things clearly again. And right now, it was making their lives that much harder. Someone needed to speak. Someone needed to take care of this - take that first step to fix this once and for all. It was the only way to do so. And so, someone needed to do it.And of course, that someone just had to be Liviana.The raven looks around, eyes darting between the pair of siblings who couldn't even
Blaze wasn't sure what he was thinking.But what else was new?When it came to his sister, he never was. There was always so much going on with her that it made it hard to pick just one emotion and stick with it. Somehow, he would always find himself stuck in a whirlwind. Mostly negative - anger, frustration, borderline hatred. Amara just knew how to push his buttons and bring out the worst in him. But still, there were positives. Admiration, curiosity, hope, and despite all else, she always found herself playing with his undying loyalty.One of these days, he swore he would run out. His patience would snap like an elastic band stretched to its limit, and his blind loyalty being bound by blood wouldn't be holding him back from turning on her for good. He would choose himself, his own sanity. His life instead of hers. For once, he would leave Amara to wolves she called her friends, see how well she does whilst trying to fight off the consequences of her actions all on her own - somethi
Amara Castelli has always been a troubled girl, to say the least.Anyone who knew the girl knew of her rather delicate nature and could attest that her reputation was telltale.She was the drama queen they all said she was.And she was just as crazy, too.Well, she wasn't exactly crazy. Unhinged, sure. Emotional? Yes. Impulsive? Definitely. Psychotic? If so, it wasn't diagnosed, but her behavior hinted at it. No one dared to say that to her face, though. Instead, they whispered about her behind her back, their words following her like a stench.There was always some sort of rumor going around about the Castelli woman. She was always involved in some sort of scandal, wearing the title of trouble like it was a crown. In her world, it was. She had a name for herself. Yes, it wasn't all that flattering, per se.... and yes, it got her fear than fame - the real kind of attention she wanted. But it was still a reputation. She was still known. Amara Castelli was her own person. And that wa
The morning had come to a rather slow end, her conversation with Blaze dying out and seemingly taking all that strange tension with it as it went. They hated to admit it, but as much as they could have liked to worry and set things right before they had a chance to go wrong, they couldn't. It was simply out of their control. Yes, it may have felt like there was some sort of threat looming around them with trouble hidden around every corner of this house - because, in a way, there was. With all their surprise house guests around, sometimes it almost felt as if they were sleeping in enemy territory.It was a feeling Blaze hated, but just as Liviana had said, what could he do about it? They hadn't done anything wrong, and if they hadn't done anything wrong, then how could he justify punishing them? He couldn't. And so, he was forced to wait and dread the day that everything about this would change. Until then, they were forced to ignore the problem and move on with their lives.It was
The conversation went as well as either could've hoped, as pointless as the pair expected it to be. At least, as pointless as she thought it'd be. Blaze, on the other hand, couldn't have been more disappointed. "Nothing?" he asks, voice straining with the tell of his exhausted frustration. "All this time, and that's what we've come up with? Nothing?"At her all too telling silence, the man scoffs a rather bitter breath, head shaking as he casts his sight away. Ouch. Liviana couldn't help but to flinch at the action. It was exactly the reaction she feared and what she spent the morning - not to mention the entire night before - trying to avoid... Blaze couldn't even look at her."You've got to be fucking kidding me-""I'm sorry," she cuts him off with a murmured apology, head sinking with her shoulders, hanging low in her shame. This is what she feared would happen, what she had been trying to avoid all along, prolonging this first step in which she loses him for good. Sure, he was
Before she knew it, and much faster than either cared to acknowledge, two hours had flown by and the two were soon forced to sit and face the intimidating discussion that, in all honesty, they couldn’t have dreaded more.Their morning had come to an end and there was no more running from it, no more avoiding their responsibility. They had matters to attend to, people to see and to discuss - people to punish.In order to place blame and punish anyone, there was a conversation to be had, precautions they needed to take. And so, for better or for worse, Liviana and Blaze sat down and got to work.At least, they tried to. But it turned out to be something much easier said than done, and even Blaze found himself struggling to strike up the conversation.The two sat quietly, the surrounding air packed with the tension of all those things that have gone unsaid. Questions, answers, accusations, and everything in between.Yet, despite the lingering words lost between them, neither could seem t