out in public, make a scene [ wap ] day 3
Mar 12, 2021 15:25:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2021 15:25:21 GMT -5
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Lorraine's always been bad about keeping secrets.
It's an entitlement thing; a mind too active, too paranoid for its own good and she's greedy for every conclusion she can jump to. Why would she share something so atomically meant for herself? Sin killed Kane, and she flat faces the event. Says nothing, admits to nothing, Fitz is the one who grieves. Under the skin and right on the surface, its meant for him and Lore loses nothing out loud; she hated home.
It's been three weeks of saying it to anyone who would listen. She's a starlet with a death wish, a ticking bomb with a loaded gun with six feet legs -- name a bitch more dangerous, honestly. The facade itself is dripping in sex, it wears garter belts to bed. BSDM kind of self hate, she sees Kane drops and pretends she never knew him. Those beautiful curls hit the ground like the banishment of Lucifer and Lorraine steps away as Sin disposes of the body.
Castor and Sin, can you imagine that? Syren tends to her wounds, as a nurse does, when the walkie comes through. Lorraine always pictured what it's like in her father's head, how it must feel having two families but then she hears Reagan's voice and she understands why people cheat. Maybe an unhappy marriage is just like a death games for children, you know?
"Shit,"
"What was that?" Redheads asks, as if she isn't thinking of a girl named Frances.
Lore's stomach twists, as if she owes Syren a thing. They continue to lie to each other, like anything that happens here matters, as if it's not just television for a rich white woman, "stay down, I think it's the wealth alliance."
It sure as hell was.
And so Lore left, just for ten minutes at the most. The overpass is crowded today and she's surprised only three cannons fired, she's even more surprised that Reagan is still in one piece when she finds her. Short girl with darker bags, Lorraine sticks around just long enough to feel human again; to talk to people that she doesn't imagine killing in their sleep. There's an honor with them, she doesn't owe Kyler or Reagan or Grim or Mae a single thing, not even a warning shot.
When she comes back, she sees Castor and Sin, and Syren, they're helping her up with supplies from a casket. There's a bit that tugs at Lore's heart, she kept her gun in her hands as she crossed back and she doesn't feel the urge to turn the safety on again. Sin can kill, he proved that, right in front of them. Kane wasn't a thing to him but an obstacle, right?
Maybe she's just looking for a reason to hate him.
Scratchy handwriting and a gaze that never looks straight at her, Syren and Kyler both say its an asset how battle ready he is. "Good work today, Sin," and she tucks the gun into its holster. There's adrenaline laced into the words she speaks, as if gearing herself to shoot or not to shoot; god, am I falling apart? Is she heartless?
Is this what breaking means?
No, of course not; only thing that's changed is the stakes. Kane's dead, they're alive for another day, everything is calm. A lowered guard and two sleeping eyes, what Sin did was kill; Lore's planning a murder. "If you weren't here today, Syren might not be the one standing," Kane could be. Two halves of the only things weighing her down.
Greedy girls hate an incomplete set. You know?
She pretends not to see Kane's supplies, trying so hard to convince herself its a supply drop they found on the way to the funeral. Just another one she didn't attend at this point, Lore drops the notebook onto the pile, placing the rest of her ink vial on top, "small gift for a job well done!" An empty smile, "let's practice your handwriting some more in the morning."
Just the two of us. Sounds like a final date.
It's an entitlement thing; a mind too active, too paranoid for its own good and she's greedy for every conclusion she can jump to. Why would she share something so atomically meant for herself? Sin killed Kane, and she flat faces the event. Says nothing, admits to nothing, Fitz is the one who grieves. Under the skin and right on the surface, its meant for him and Lore loses nothing out loud; she hated home.
It's been three weeks of saying it to anyone who would listen. She's a starlet with a death wish, a ticking bomb with a loaded gun with six feet legs -- name a bitch more dangerous, honestly. The facade itself is dripping in sex, it wears garter belts to bed. BSDM kind of self hate, she sees Kane drops and pretends she never knew him. Those beautiful curls hit the ground like the banishment of Lucifer and Lorraine steps away as Sin disposes of the body.
Castor and Sin, can you imagine that? Syren tends to her wounds, as a nurse does, when the walkie comes through. Lorraine always pictured what it's like in her father's head, how it must feel having two families but then she hears Reagan's voice and she understands why people cheat. Maybe an unhappy marriage is just like a death games for children, you know?
"Shit,"
"What was that?" Redheads asks, as if she isn't thinking of a girl named Frances.
Lore's stomach twists, as if she owes Syren a thing. They continue to lie to each other, like anything that happens here matters, as if it's not just television for a rich white woman, "stay down, I think it's the wealth alliance."
It sure as hell was.
And so Lore left, just for ten minutes at the most. The overpass is crowded today and she's surprised only three cannons fired, she's even more surprised that Reagan is still in one piece when she finds her. Short girl with darker bags, Lorraine sticks around just long enough to feel human again; to talk to people that she doesn't imagine killing in their sleep. There's an honor with them, she doesn't owe Kyler or Reagan or Grim or Mae a single thing, not even a warning shot.
When she comes back, she sees Castor and Sin, and Syren, they're helping her up with supplies from a casket. There's a bit that tugs at Lore's heart, she kept her gun in her hands as she crossed back and she doesn't feel the urge to turn the safety on again. Sin can kill, he proved that, right in front of them. Kane wasn't a thing to him but an obstacle, right?
Maybe she's just looking for a reason to hate him.
Scratchy handwriting and a gaze that never looks straight at her, Syren and Kyler both say its an asset how battle ready he is. "Good work today, Sin," and she tucks the gun into its holster. There's adrenaline laced into the words she speaks, as if gearing herself to shoot or not to shoot; god, am I falling apart? Is she heartless?
Is this what breaking means?
No, of course not; only thing that's changed is the stakes. Kane's dead, they're alive for another day, everything is calm. A lowered guard and two sleeping eyes, what Sin did was kill; Lore's planning a murder. "If you weren't here today, Syren might not be the one standing," Kane could be. Two halves of the only things weighing her down.
Greedy girls hate an incomplete set. You know?
She pretends not to see Kane's supplies, trying so hard to convince herself its a supply drop they found on the way to the funeral. Just another one she didn't attend at this point, Lore drops the notebook onto the pile, placing the rest of her ink vial on top, "small gift for a job well done!" An empty smile, "let's practice your handwriting some more in the morning."
Just the two of us. Sounds like a final date.
