The two freeze in their places, Gio's eyes going wide as he stands tall, seemingly stuck in place with a timid Liviana peeking over his shoulder, looking like a deer caught in headlights.Fuck, she curses. They've been spotted. She was doomed.Her eyes, wide in horror, dart from the man at the end of the hall, to the one who stands in front of her, using his body to shield her from the former as if he was trying to hide her, as if trying to save them.But it was too late. He saw her - them, together - and on the restricted floor, nonetheless.Now, what was he going to do about it?Well, she supposed there was only one way to find out.She was just going to have to ask him.What she was to do after that? Well... that depended on him, his answer - what he was going to do.Taking a deep breath, she slips herself free from Gio's grasp and steps out from behind him, calling out a soft, "hey!" To the guard who lingers at the end of the long hallway, watching, waiting, staring a hole through
The voice is unlike any of her usual saviors, but Liviana breathes a sigh of relief at the sound of his voice, nonetheless, and despite the tight, almost bruising hold her father keeps on her cotton clad biceps, she relaxes and turns to greet the new man with a smile.He stands at the end of the hallway, looming broadly by what Liviana notes as her only means of escape.How unfortunate... Still, she smiles, jerking herself away from Alonzo and taking a step in the direction of the other man, the one she hardly knew but trusted a near hundred times more than her own father.She decides to take her chances."Gio! Just the guy I was looking for!" Livi practically beams at the sight of the older brunette man, who's eyes narrow and flick over her with a silent question of what the hell had gotten into her?He doesn't ask. Doesn't think it a good idea, and instead, hums, playing along as if it wasn't the first time they had ever spoken more than a passing greeting in the halls. Sure, they w
Liviana didn't have the slightest clue as to what was going on. A reoccurring theme around here, lately. The raven having fallen behind in her usual daily due diligence after succumbing to her exhaustion over the past few weeks, taking rather kindly to a kind of "better to leave well enough alone" mentality as of late, and now, too much was slipping through the cracks because of it, because of her.What was even worse was not knowing what had happened to Blaze because of it. She had no idea what had gotten into her husband, what or who had hurt him, but clearly, they had. And now she needed to help him, wanted to heal him, make him feel alright.But he just wouldn't let her."Blaze, please," Liviana begs, twisting the doorknob in a futile attempt at opening the locked door. If anything, it wasn't anything more than an action to prove her desperate - not that he cared, but she wanted him to know that she was here and she was trying. It might not of been much in the grand scheme of thi
Liviana was left stunned, eyes locked on the empty doorway that her husband disappears through with Amara in tow, who he hauls out by her arm."C'mon. Let's go, Amara," Blaze heaves a deep sigh as he pulls his squirming sister along. "Gotta get you out of here."It's the last Liviana hears from him, barely catching the words when catching his eye just before he disappears through the doorway, hauling Amara out with a sorry look on his face. It was clear he regretted letting her in at all, and Livi could see why. Amara had done nothing but waste their time - time that they didn't have in the first place. Not now, not today. And certainly not for her. She could see the sentiment was shared. They were both sorry, both for very different reasons, sure, but sorry, nonetheless. And it was safe to say they would be speaking about this the second he came back.Yes, Amara hadn't said a useful word - not in Livi's definition of the word - and that didn't leave them with much context, much to
The clock ticked loudly in the corner like the nerves that lit up melodically in her brain, the ones that kept her knee bouncing and her hands twisting cruelly against one another, wringing out her skin like that was the only way she could drain the feeling from herself. She hated to say that this time wasn't anymore successful than her last, and the rough friction left her with nothing more than familiar red marks to lace her soft skin. She winces at the uncomfortable feeling that begins to form in her wrist, huffing as she reminds herself that this was a habit she had to drop, as it never did anything more than hurt her and frustrate her further. Still, she couldn't help the way her fingers would latch her wrist at the first sign of any trouble, not leaving until God - or whatever misfortune they were dealing with during that day - willed her to let go and put her hands to some good use - or at least, some sort of use. She realized that it was hardly ever good, but at least it kept
It was a never ending drag of silence, filling the room like smoke would fill rotting lungs. They tried to swallow it down, coughed and choked and tried to hold it back - all those feelings, all those unspoken words.But eventually, Liviana couldn't help but to crack. Before she knew it, everything came pouring out. And she couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. "Okay, that-" she cuts herself off with a sigh, shaking her head as if ridding herself of her nerves. She had to do this. She couldn't stand the silence anymore. "That's enough. We're supposed to be here to talk!" The woman reminds, her sharp, accusing eyes darting between the set of siblings, who only avoid her eyes. "So talk!"The demand does little to urge the two, who only share a look and shrug, just as speechless as ever."Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Liviana murmurs, two fingers messaging at her temple. These two were going to be the death of her. "Nothing?" She eyes her husband, who simply stares at her, dumbfou