way up we go // luna+bella oneshot

way up we go // luna+bella oneshot May 3, 2019 16:20:43 GMT -5

Post by Stare on May 3, 2019 16:20:43 GMT -5

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[googlefont="Noto Sans:400"]“You have ten seconds to get out of this room before I skin you alive.”

Luna’s hands were still soaked with the blood of her last patient as she picked up the shreds of the bandage she’d changed. She straightened and glanced up, but the dark-haired girl hadn’t moved. “I mean it. Don’t test me.”

The girl raised her eyebrows. The gesture was impossibly elegant and poised. “I take it you know who I am, then?”

Luna reached for her knife. “Get out. I don’t associate with Crocettis anymore.”

Belladonna listed her head ever so slightly. “What a coincidence. Neither do I.”

“I was happy to see your brother die.” The knife came up between them, blade glinting threateningly. Luna’s eyes flickered down to her hand for the briefest of seconds. Sometimes the place where her pinky had one been still ached. She’d taken a blade to the brandings a long time ago, and now in their place was a mess of ugly scars in each palm. But the biggest scar was the one no one could see, a Flight-shaped hole in her chest that gaped at her during the day and threatened to swallow her at night. “He deserved it.”

Instead of balking, the Crocetti made a humming sound in her throat, pushing off from the doorway and stepping inside. “You think you’re the first person to tell me that? You think I care what you thought about him?”

“It’s good to make a habit of caring about what people pointing knives at you are thinking.”

Bella shrugged. “Fair. But I’m not here to talk about Cesare. I’m here for you.”

“I did my time.”

“Did you?” Luna’s blood went cold at the words. “My brother certainly had a lot on you, Ms. Whitestone, but I’m not sure he dug deep enough. You see, I’ve gone through the records, and I can’t seem to find any evidence that you were born here in Two. In fact, I can’t find any evidence that you existed here at all until several years ago. That’s enough to send you back for a good amount of time, don’t you think?”

When Luna spoke, she felt as if she was listening to herself from very far away. The scars on her palms throbbed numbly. “Why don’t you just do it, then?”

Bella’s expression softened slightly, though it was impossible to tell if it was an act or actual pity. “I did see in the records that you’re a special favorite of Mr. Clayburn. I know you won’t believe me when I say this, but I don’t particularly enjoy the idea of sending you back to him.”

Life was agonizing without Flight. But it would be even more agonizing with Cassius.

“What do you want?”

“I’m not happy with Two.” Bella glanced down at her nails thoughtfully. “To be frank, I’m not happy with much of anything these days, and that’s put me in the mood to cause some trouble.”

“If you think I’m going to put my neck out for a Crocetti’s half-brained scheme - ”

“I’m not happy with the Crocettis, either.” Bella cut her off, eyes meeting Luna’s abruptly. “I think it’s time they be put in their place. In fact, I think it’s time all the sleazy, scheming, power-hungry families of Two get a little taste of their own medicine.”

“You want to take them all down? Are you crazy?”

Bella shook her head. “I don’t want to take them down. I want them to take each other down while I watch from a safe distance.”

Luna stared at her. The girl was insane. There was absolutely no other explanation. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“What do you know about poisons?”

“A bit.”

“What do you know about poisons if I promise this is off the record?”

Luna narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Maybe more than a bit.”

Bella held her gaze for a moment. Then, her lips twitched into a smile.

“I have a proposal for you.”

way up, way up we go
been up and down that road
way up, way up, oh no
we gon' burn the whole house down

lyrics: burn the house down, ajr

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