QueenOfWands

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Arthur’s eyes scanned the house a little more, eventually resting on a photograph of Eva and her mother. As from Arthur’s experience so far, Evelyn still had that serious face on. But when Arthur’s face moved down to Eva’s he felt as if he didn’t recognize it. She looked almost as serious as her mother. In Arthur’s eyes, it was obvious to him that she was having to suppress her smiling for this photo. It was odd seeing her so serious. His eyes drifted through the room again and landed on the violin perched against the stairs. Did Eva know how to play? If she did, he would love to lay back and listen to her play. Arthur had a love for the guitar, and he wondered if they could play music together some time. How lovely that would be. But Arthur couldn’t think of many songs that had violins and guitars together. He tended to lean more towards rock and metal music, than to more sophisticated, classical music. He jumped slightly hearing her sweet honey voice coming from the stairs, but then a small shout.

He was ready to launch up the stairs to check on her, but before he could get a step up, he saw her running down the stairs. His eyes traveled from her feet and up the long socks that stopped just above her knees. Wow, who knew something that could cover so much skin could still be so sexy? The rest of her outfit was pretty normal, thank top and a skirt. But in Arthur’s eyes, she still radiated sex appeal just as she had the night before. "Sorry for not warning you… I happened to be nearby." He scratched his cheek, watching her turn around and run off to answer the phone. Oh, how that little skirt bounced up with each of her steps as well. She said he could take off his jacket, and as he began to slip one hand under his jacket, he felt the leather strap of his shoulder holster and froze up. Shit! Why did he bring his gun with him? He didn’t need it, why did he bring it? He moved his hand away, leaving his jacket on. He couldn’t take his jacket off without exposing to Eva that he was packing. She seemed distracted enough by the phone, but would he be fast enough to take it off without noticing?

Before he could finish calculating how he could shimmy it off, Eva had gotten off the phone and turned his attention back to him. He wanted to stare at her and just absorb in the beauty that was her body, but he felt on edge knowing all of the stupid mistakes he was making. Being here, bringing his gun. He wanted to slap himself in the face. But something she said sounded odd to him. Grant residence? Well, what is her name? Grant or Esperanza. There was a little peak of hope in Arthur’s chest for a second. Step-parents? Was there a chance that she wasn’t related to Evelyn? Could she be a step mother? Arthur felt this was a reasonable answer, as it seemed Eva had nothing in common with this Evelyn woman. At least not from what Arthur could tell. He couldn’t really see the resemblance between her and the woman whose pictures sat in his car. But turning his attention back to Eva, he could tell she was tired… very tired. It hadn’t clicked with Arthur that she could be sleep deprived from staying up so late. He was used to staying up late and getting up early, that sure he could be tired, but it didn’t affect him.

But he could see in her eyes and in the way she was talking, she was very tired. Was she serious about just taking a nap? Had he misinterpreted what her message meant? Mentally Arthur was facepalming. Of course, she hadn’t been talking about sex! She wouldn’t have! She was a good girl, not like all those girls that Terrance would sleep around with. But it didn’t deter his spirit. Even just being in her presence brought Arthur a bit of joy and warmth. Arthur approached Eva and lifted her up in his arms, one arm behind her back, and he other hooked under her legs, bridal style. He made sure to hold her up in a way, so that his gun wouldn’t be poking into her, and carried her up the stairs. His heart was pounding, carrying Eva like this. He felt like he could just run off with her, it gave him so much control.

He knew the layout of the house relatively well. Maybe too well for someone that hadn’t been in her home before. He knew there was a master bedroom, most likely not Eva’s room, and the second biggest bedroom was right beside it. But upon looking through the door, he instead found a nicely furnished office room. Wasn’t this supposed to be a bedroom? Why wasn’t the second biggest room Eva’s bedroom? He moved down the hall, poking his head into the third biggest room, to discover a girl’s room. It was reassuring that it looked nothing like the bedroom from his nightmare, and Arthur brought her to her bed, placing her down gently. The bed was beckoning him to climb in, and it hit him how nice it would be to just curl up with Eva and take a nap with her. Terrance would be shaking his head hard, but Arthur didn’t care. He just wanted to hold her. Not thinking much about the image he was giving, he started to climb into the bed with her, lying beside her. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist, feeling the skin of her hip. He pulled her close to him, like a child cuddling a stuffed animal. If he kept his legs straight, his feet would have been hanging over the edge, so he kept them bent up towards Eva. The bed was so soft and cool, Arthur closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction. "I was told there would be naps... so let's cut to the chase, hm?" He had a small smile on his lips, as his fingers played with the hem of her shirt.

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"I want the whole truth, Jacob. Everything." Jacob’s heart was pounding in his ears, his eyes locked on the necklace in her hand. He couldn’t believe that she had held onto for so long. And he was thankful that she held it. If she kept it this long, did that mean she hadn’t fully stopped loving him too? Or at least, wasn’t ready to give up on them. Jacob was ready to tell her everything, his head swiveling around. "It isn’t safe here… Can we go somewhere else?"

They made their way to the parking lot, climbing into Helene’s car. Jacob turned up the radio as a way to block out the sound of their talking in case any recording devices could be nearby. "Everthing I tell you now… I trust that you will not tell anyone else. It won’t be safe for you. You have to keep this secret for me." Then he spilled out everything. Who he was, what he and his family did for a living. Trafficking drugs in and out of the United States. His connections, and those who could be after him, including Ricardo Munez. How Terrance had convinced him to break her heart- to lie to her and tell her that Jacob had been sleeping around behind her back. Then about Ricardo, how she would become a target for gang violence if Ricardo knew about their relationship and how he felt for her. How others would target her too, knowing that Jacob would do anything to protect Alyssa. It was dangerous for her, for him, and his entire family. He could explain more, expose Arthur for a killer, and his other to friends as thieves and spies. But he wasn’t going to expose them. It was dangerous enough with everything Jacob was saying so far. "But I can’t handle keeping this from you Alyssa. I can’t handle knowing that you hate me. That you think I would cheat on you. That isn’t who I am, and I was hoping you would call me out as a liar… but you didn’t. Alyssa, I could never let you get hurt like that. I could never hurt you, and I could never let my enemies come for you. You have to believe me. I love you, Alyssa. And if you don’t…" Jacob’s hands tightened into fists, "I can prove it to you."

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Tired and Excited
✖✖ I am At... Eva's house -> Eva's room
✖✖ I am With... Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."I want to just hold her."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Black Jeans, t-shirt, blue jacket, shoulder holsters.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Jacob’s heart was pounding, standing in the center hub of the mall. It had a large, ornate fountain in the middle, and acted like a roundabout for people walking through the mall, either going towards the east, west, north, or south branches. It had been the normal meeting up place with him and Alyssa back in the day. Jacob looked at his phone, checking his messages again, just to be sure he didn’t miss anything. Meet me at the mall. was all it said, so he could only assume it meant the fountain. Jacob grew more and more anxious as time passed, scanning the crowd for Alyssa. After a few minutes, his eyes locked on her, and he could see that she was coming towards him. He kept leaning, standing on his toes, and moving his head to try and see her neckline. But people continued to pass in front of him, blocking his view to perfectly see her.

As Arthur was oblivious to the anxiety that Jacob was feeling, he was snapped from his thoughts of Eva when he noticed the short haired woman walk out of the house, on her phone. She looked more serious in real life than in the picture. Arthur had been called a “serious looking” person by all his classmates before. Did his face look like that too? He examined through the binoculars that she was on the phone with someone. But it was obvious she was frustrated at whoever was on the other end, as it was distracting her from hurrying off somewhere. She hung up, got into her car and drove away down the street. Arthur pulled out a notepad and wrote ‘Saturday – 12:34pm – Leave House’. Weekends were usually harder to investigate. It was usually when people weren’t working, and their routine could easily change. Weekdays were easier to learn as they were almost always set in stone. Go to work in the morning, come home in the evening, stay up a few hours, go to bed.

Arthur leaned back and continued to watch the house from a distance and pulling up his file on her to read more of the details. At one point in the paperwork it noted a spouse. Usually when the target left the house, he would approach it to inspect it for any weak points. Maybe a window that they’ve never been able to close fully. Or a lock that could easily be picked. But knowing that the woman had a spouse, he figured he would wait until he either left or came home, so Arthur could learn his schedule as well. A few more minutes passed as Arthur scanned the document and his phone vibrated again. If Noah knew how much he was texting a girl when he was supposed to be focusing on a mission... Well, pissed-off was a kind term for his father. Got tired of me running through your dreams? If you’d like, you can come take a nap at my place, my parents won’t be home. His heart exploded at the text message. Come take a nap? Arthur wouldn't be able to sleep knowing he was so close to Eva. And ALONE with her? His heart pounded faster as he read it again, specifically take a nap at my place, my parents won't be home. He had seen that phrase before, specifically in text messages from Terrance. If the gang was trying to get together to hang out, and Terrance texted back, "No, can't, going to sleep at So-and-so's. Her parents are out. ;)", it 100% always meant that he was going to fuck So-and-so. Was Eva inviting him to--? His face flooded with warmth, and his leg felt like it was on fire again. He hadn't changed his pants from the night before, so that damned condom Terrance slipped into his pocket was still hiding there.

Now his father would really kill him, if he knew that Arthur was going to abandon his stakeout to be with a girl. Arthur would miss when the woman came home and would miss the possible coming and going of the husband. It would be as if he didn’t even start the mission yet, and Noah hated laziness like this. His fingers tapped on the side of his phone for a few minutes, finding the words to say. Send me your address. He responded. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest and he sighed blissfully, imagining being alone with Eva again. Maybe this time he would be able to kiss more than just her neck. He still felt a tinge of guilt for having left that large bruise on her neck. But it was overpowered by the warmth he felt growing in the pit of his stomach. They were going to be alone, uninterrupted, for longer than 7 minutes. Actually, possibly for hours. Oh, the things he could do with Eva having that much time on his hands. A very tiny smile grew at the corner of Arthur’s lips.

Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. And to his shock, it was Eva walking down the street. Woah! Was she a neighbor to her target? Arthur was going to have to ask her about her neighbor. Any new and extra details he could get on his target, the better. Wait- Eva no- Don’t walk up to that house, Evelyn isn’t home- Why does she have a key to the house? And Arthur felt the blood drain from his face again. His phone beeped, and checking for a message from Eva, he could see that it was her address… the same address as Evelyn Esperanza. He felt his soul being ripped out of his chest in that moment and Arthur hurriedly grabbed his manila folder, flipping through it. Offspring: One Daughter. That is all it said, and Arthur could only logically conclude that that one daughter was Eva.

How did Arthur not know? He realized that he didn’t even know Eva’s full name. Just that she went by Eva, but her full first name was Evangeline. Evangeline Esparanza? Now that sounded like a beautiful name. But Arthur felt significantly conflicted. He couldn’t kill Eva’s mother? That was messed up! Losing a loved one is very painful for normal people, and he couldn’t inflict that kind of pain on Eva. But he also knows he would let down his father by abandon a “perfectly good” mission. And even then, if he didn’t carry it out, his father would. Too many thoughts were running through his head, so many that he didn’t realize he was climbing out of his car, locking it, and approaching her front door. His head was spinning with the thought of killing Eva’s mother, and if anything, he could already hear Eva talk about her mother. If she was anything like Eva, then she had to be the sweetest woman on Earth. But then why did she look so serious and angry? Walking towards the front door, it dawned on Arthur that he had to be careful not to leave too much of his DNA evidence in the house.

If his father knew what he was doing, Noah would have had Arthur’s head on a platter. He was seriously jeopardizing the mission and his secrecy right now. Arthur decided to pull up his long blonde hair into a messy man bun. It hurt pulling on his scalp some, but he instantly realized why his father did it. He felt more free to move around than before. Knocking on the front door, Arthur realized she hadn’t closed it fully, as it slowly creaked open. Oh, Eva, please be more careful about closing and locking the door. You don’t know when something evil could slip through. Arthur stepped into the house, pulling off his shoes so he walked around in his socks. It was a really nice home, but the layout was exactly what he had been expecting from the map he had to study of the home. Every wall, stair step, corner, doorway. All exactly what he imagined. The only thing he hadn’t was the furniture, which made the house look very modern. ”Hello? Eva?” Arthur called out. It had suddenly clicked in Arthur’s mind too- How was he going to explain getting here so fast? Could he get away with just saying he happened to be in the neighborhood?

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Excited and Nervous
✖✖ I am At... Eva's house.
✖✖ I am With... Myself
✖✖ I am Thinking..."What should I do?..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Black Jeans, t-shirt, blue jacket, shoulder holsters.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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The morning was surprising cool for it being the middle of August. A black, unmarked sedan pulled along the street and parked a few houses down from the target house. Arthur sat in his car, wearing all black clothing. His shining blue eyes peering out of the windshield at the house in the distance. Checking the paper in his hand again, he nodded in confirmation. In his suit, he reached for his shoulder holster and pulled out his gun, running his thumb over the engraved part of his gun. As with the beginning of any of his missions, he kissed the words and got out of the car. It was very early morning/late night, the moon was new, so the only lights were the dim street lights. He easily was able to sneak around to the side of the house and worked on the back door. But it was already unlocked. How lucky! In his mind, he could see the image in his head of the house layout his father had him memorized. It was finally time to take out his target that he had been studying for a while.

Though he was big, he walked with cat like stealth through the house, through the kitchen, to the living room, and up the stairs. He made his way directly to his target room, gently opening the door as to not make any noise. As he tiptoed through the room, he reached into the other side of his shoulder holster and pulled out a suppressor, screwing it into the nozzle of his gun. He had to use it anytime he was doing a mission in a highly populated area, like a neighborhood. The bedroom was what caught his attention first. It was obviously a young girl’s room. A little frilly, it obviously had transitioned from being a little girls room to a teenager’s room. It caught his attention because his target must have been really young. He never had to take out a hit on anyone below the age of 30. How sad… So young to die? Someone wanted her dead if they paid the Myles family such big bucks for her head. He stood next to the bed, just looking at the lumps of pillows and blankets curled in the bed. A grim smile curled at the corner of Arthur’s lips. It was evil in nature. It wasn’t normal for someone to get so much excitement from killing someone. But, Arthur wasn’t fully normal either. He enjoyed his work maybe a little too much.

He was pointing the end of his gun towards where the head of the sleeping body would be on the bed. Playing around in his mind whether or not to wake them. If they continued to sleep, they would never know they were about to die. They would have just gently drifted off in their sleep. No fun in that. Arthur liked watching the fear in the eyes of his hits. It was sadistic, but it made him feel like he had so much power, it was euphoric. With the tip of his gun, he started poking the head of the bed to wake them up. The sheets began to stir and move, Arthur just smiling wildly down at the movement. But when the body sat up, all of the color drained from his face. He was probably so pale, people could see his insides. Now sitting up in the bed was a drowsy looking Eva, who was rubbing her eyes. ”Arthur? What are you doing here? Her honey sweet voice pierced Arthur’s soul. Arthur’s face twisted into shock and he shook his head rapidly, dropping the gun with a loud clank to the floor. No! No, no, no, no, no. She wasn’t- He couldn’t- Arthur’s legs felt weak and he had to sit on the floor. But Eva continued to stare at him from her bed as he sat on the floor. He felt like he could die then and there. Eva knew his secret. Not only that, but he had almost pulled the trigger on her.

Then it clicked in him. What would he have done if he had pulled the trigger? The image of blood coming from Eva’s head- Oh god it was too much to consider.

He hunched over, clutching his head in his hands, shaking his head. No, no, no! This has to be a nightmare. This isn’t really happening. This isn’t happening! He clenched his eyes shut, trying to force himself a wake. But none of it helped. ”Arthur?...” He heard her voice again, and saw her feet step out of the bed and onto the floor. He watched her hand reach down and pick up his gun from the floor, pointing it between his eyes. ”You’re weak.” The loud bang of a gun shot rang in Arthur’s ears, and it continued ringing as Arthur shot up in bed, feeling his body being shaken. He was in a full sweat and was panting heavily and quickly. ”Holy shit, Arthur! Are you okay? You kept yelling in your sleep.” Arthur was breathing rapidly, his eyes bouncing all over the room. When it was finally dawning on him that it was only a dream, his breathing slowed and he began to sigh heavily in relief. That was unlike any dream with Eva he had ever had. Why the hell would his brain do something like that?

Arthur quickly got dressed in a blank t-shirt, not changing out of his black jeans and racing downstairs. Jacob raced with him. But the house was empty. Arthur saw a manila packet on the table. A sticky note stuck to it saying “Arthur”. ”Another mission? So early in the school year too.” Jacob said, making his was to the fridge to scavenge for frozen waffles in the freezer. Arthur flipped open the packet, looking at the photograph of his target, and older woman with very short, dark brown hair. Along the top of a piece of paper read the name “Evelyn Esperanza.” What a dumb sounding name, Arthur began to think. As he read through the paperwork. Jacob munched away on a frozen waffle, throwing one to Arthur as well. He glanced at it for a moment and shook his head. His stomach felt sick as he was still recovering from the nightmare from earlier. He needed to distract himself with something else. So, he focused everything into the manila folder.

Now that his eyes weren’t bouncing around from alcohol, he was able to full asses the layout of the home where this ‘Evelyn’ lady lived. It wasn’t a hard layout to learn, and Arthur read over the details. Payment, $100,000. Time for mission: 1 – 2 months, Buyer: [REDACTED]. Whatever name had been there, it had been blacked out with a sharpie. No doubt to avoid leaving any paper trail to whomever wanted this woman dead. Reason: Personal. Arthur smirked at the reason. He figured it must have been an inhouse job. Maybe a spiteful ex-lover. Maybe a deal gone wrong? It didn’t really didn’t matter to Arthur and the Myles family. All that mattered was the payment. Arthur pulled out his phone, seeing he had left open the conversation with Eva. His heart stopped in his chest reading her name on the screen, as his mind quickly ran through the nightmare he had. He quickly shook his head and tucked it away. No message. He wondered if she was recovering well from last night. Along with how that bruise on her neck was doing. ”I don’t want to go home yet… Are you having to do a stake out?” Jacob asked. Arthur nodded, and Jacob looked at his phone. He didn’t seem to have any messages from someone either. ”Well, can I stake out with you?” Arthur shrugged. He didn’t care anyway. With someone or alone, staking out was a silent task, and Arthur enjoyed the loneliness of it. But he wasn’t about to push away his friend.

Arthur went into his father’s armory and grabbed his personal gun. He wasn’t expecting to use it today, but he liked keeping it on him, just in case. He pulled on his shoulder holsters, and through a blue zipper jacket over the straps to hide them. It sucked that it was hot outside to be wearing a jacket, but he could just keep the AC running in the car. Going to the garage and getting in an unmarked, black sedan, with pitch black tinted windows. No one could see in, but they could easily see out. Arthur pulled up the address on his phone, and he and Jacob moved out to stake out the house. Arthur made sure to park a few houses down, as to not be very suspicious. Jacob reached in the glovebox and handed over a pair of binoculars, looking up at the house. It was hard to see into it, as all the blinds were pulled through. So for now, it was a waiting game to see if this lady ever came out of the house. It was 9:30 when they had started, when suddenly Jacob’s phone vibrated around 10:30. Jacob frantically grabbed his phone, and Arthur raised his eyebrow in suspicion of his friend. Hastily reading the message, Jacob began to get out of the car. ”I gotta get to the mall. I’ll see you later, Arthur.” Before he could say goodbye, the door to the car was closed and Jacob set off on foot.

Arthur wondered what was so important for Jacob to suddenly take off like that. He was definitely lucky they weren’t that far from the mall. Arthur began to wonder for a while it if may have to do with a new drug deal of some kind. Arthur continued to observe the house, all the way til noon when he heard his phone vibrate on his lap. Picking it up, he read the screen. It was from Eva, and once again Arthur’s face paled, remembering his nightmare from earlier. It didn’t help she had texted Hope you slept well~ He felt sick reading the message. He couldn’t be honest and say he had a nightmare about her killing him. At the same time, he didn’t want to lie to her… at least when it wasn’t necessary for him to lie to her. He stared at his phone for a long time, trying to find what to say. Didn’t sleep well. Didn’t sleep til almost 4 am. Had to get up early to work with dad. Very tired… Arthur felt it was so much easier for him to communicate with Eva over text. At least his heart wasn’t beating nearly as hard as it usually did when he heard her sweet voice. He sighed loudly, and leaned back in his seat more, pulling up his binoculars to examine the house again. His phone vibrated again, and Arthur grabbed it eagerly to see another message from Eva. But instead, it was a message from Terrance.

How was last night with Eva? What happened? You know my night was good-- There was an image of an eggplant and water droplets. Ew, too much information, Terrance. Arthur shivered slightly in disgust and reluctantly texted him back. We just kissed. Or I kissed her. She got a bruise on her neck. Arthur thought about it a while and sighed. He wandered what it was like to be kissed by Eva now. She enjoyed him kissing her, didn't she? He replayed the past night in his head, laxly watching the distant house.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Tired/Bored
✖✖ I am At... Arthur's unmarked car in a random neighborhood.
✖✖ I am With... Myself
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Hope Eva had a good morning as well..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Black Jeans, t-shirt, blue jacket, shoulder holsters.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Eva seemed unphased by Arthur’s revelation of the spot on her neck. She even brushed his hand away. He assumed this meant he didn’t hurt her, which caused him to sigh in relief. He didn’t want his first physical encounter with Eva to be a bad one. But then, she suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. He could practically feel their lips touch, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. No wait! Everything had suddenly gone into fast forward mode. Alyssa yelled into the room about leaving and an alarm went off in his head. Leave?? No, no, he didn’t want her to leave! He wanted to keep holding her, keep kissing her. He felt like an idiot just rubbing her neck. Why wasn’t he holding her tighter? Why didn’t he just grab her arm and keep her from leaving. Speaking of his arm, there was a weird feeling on it, as Eva suddenly went for the door, letting back in the bright light of the party. In this new light, he observed his arm. In cute, but slightly messy handwriting. Was a phone number. Not just any phone number! But Eva’s!

Arthur reached in his pocket for his phone, but was shocked it wasn’t there. Oh no, where was his phone?? Arthur looked all over the office, and on the floor. No phone. He walked out into the hallway, looking back and forth. Reaching the now empty living room, Alexander was laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His eyes were sad, and he laid there pouting. Obviously upset from the lack of attention he had gotten from Gigi. "Have you seen my phone?” Arthur spoke up. Alexander jumped slightly at Arthur’s voice and turned his head to him. "Oh… Uh. I remember seeing it on the coffee table. But this is Terrance’s phone. He may have taken yours by accident.” Without thinking about it, Arthur hurried up the stairs to Terrance’s bedroom. From outside the door, thumping and the hushed sounds of voices could be heard inside the room. But Arthur paid it no mind, banging frantically on the door. "What the hell. Go away!” Arthur banged louder. "I need my phone, Terrance!” There was a shuffling of seats, the sound of Terrance tripping up and he opened up the door, sticking his head out. It was obvious he was bare chested. In a flash, Terrance placed Arthur’s cell in his hand, and then slammed the door back.

Smiling, Arthur turned to lean on the wall, turning on his phone. But before he could unlock it and type in the phone number, he saw the screen was full of notifications. Tons of missed calls and missed text messages. The messages all just said “Call Asap” ranging from being from his mother, father, and little sister. The missed calls were all from his dad. Arthur hurried down the hall and went into a bathroom, calling his father back. Shit, it was almost 3 am, and they had been trying to contact him for hours. The phone didn’t ring for very long until a deep voice was heard on the other line. "Var i helvete är du?" Arthur sighed and told his father, Terrance’s house. Arthur’s father groaned on the phone. "Kom hem nu. Vi har en uppgift att diskutera.” Arthur grunted in agreement and hung up the phone. God, he was in no condition to drive home. Walking back down th stairs, Alexander had fallen asleep on the couch, and Jacob began to walk back into the house. Besides the redhead hiding out in Terrance’s room, Arthur was fairly certain all of the strangers of the party had finally gone home. "Can you drive me back to my place? You’re probably the only one I trust to drive my car right now.” He threw his keys to Jacob, who easily caught them. Jacob just nodded, staying silent. He had too many of his own thoughts in his head about Alyssa to really talk about anything else.

Arthur didn’t live far, so the drive was fast. In the car, Arthur was able to finally save Eva’s number in his phone. In his drunken state, he hit the emoji’s symbol on the phone. They were all pretty ugly. That was the main reason he didn’t ever use them. But before backing out, he saw the blue heart. Impulsively he added it to the end of her name. He figured he should text her, but he wasn’t sure what to say. A normal answer would be “Hi” and maybe saying it was Arthur. But while he pondered on this too long, they arrived to Arthur's house. He tucked his phone in his pocket, walking up the long path to his house’s front door. Jacob patted Arthur back and pointed upstairs before taking off towards the stairs. Jacob was probably going to crash on the futon that was folded against the wall in Arthur’s room. Arthur didn’t mind, as he was focused on meeting his father in his office. Opening the door to his father’s office. The room looked more like an armory, as the walls were lined with several guns. Ranging from hand guns, to sniper rifles, to semi-automatics and automatics. Arthur’s eyes observed each one, and rested on a single silver handgun, with the word “Hämnd”, Vengeance, engraved on the side, Arthur’s personal gun.

Noah, Arthur’s father, was standing at a desk, looking over a bunch of papers. He didn’t acknowledge his son walking into the room until Arthur was at his side, looking at the documents with him. "Har du roligt ikväll, yuppy?” Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed angrily. He hated when his father called him a "yuppy”. It was a negative term that Noah used in reference to civilians, normal people. Noah was far from a yuppy, and detested those who were. It was obvious that Noah was disappointed in his son going out and partying late on a Friday night... like a normal high school senior. "You missed the initial call for the mission, and missed my own personal calls, your mother’s, and even your sister’s.” Noah was shaking his head, flipping over a few pages of a book of maps. Well they weren’t normal maps. They were layouts of different buildings, and from the top of the pages, Arthur could see they were the layout of different homes built around town starting from the 50s’ to the 60’s. This gave the appearance of a personal job. Someone had to be assassinated in house. "We have a month to take out this target. I’m going to send you in the unmarked car to observe the house. You have to learn this person’s daily routine. When does she go to work? When does she come home? When does she eat, sleep, and any possible daily irregularities.”

Arthur pulled the book closer, looking at the final house layout that Noah pointed out. It was difficult for Arthur to see straight, as his eyes weren’t very stable with his intoxication. Arthur just nodded and Noah sighed loudly, before standing up. Noah had noticed the inked writing on Arthur's hand. He was too drunk to hide it, and Noah realized this as a sober Arthur would have pulled back down his sleeve to conceal it. Noah was a very large man. Where Arthur was 6’4 and very slim built, with muscles here and there. Noah was 6’8, with significantly more muscle, and a thick, scuffy beard. He too had the signature long blonde hair of the Myles family, but his father kept it tied back and pulled up in a bun. His father wasn’t going for stylish, he was going for 'get this shit out of my way’. But it was disgraceful in their family to cut their hair. Cutting hair was symbolic for cutting ties with the family. It was also a way of showing that a family member was disowned, if their hair was forced to be cut. ”I’ll get your more details in the morning, yuppy. You need to sleep and nurse that forthcoming hangover.” With that, Noah turned and left the room, abandoning Arthur. "Oprofessionell. Oacceptabel.” Was all that escaped Noah’s mouth leaving.

Arthur huffed angrily and stormed out after his father, closing the door and locking it before retreating to his bedroom. As Arthur guessed, Jacob had collapsed on the futon in his bedroom and was already asleep. Arthur threw off his jacket and button down, just wearing his jean pants as he laid on the bed. He pulled out his phone again, revealing that he still hadn’t sent a message to Eva. He stared at the blue heart for a second, all of the memories of earlier tonight flooding back to his memories. He sighed and just sent her Arthur to let her know who it was. With that, Arthur passed out, tired from all the excitement that occurred tonight.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:[1]Where are you?
[2]Come home now. We have a new task to discuss.
[3]You have fun tonight, yuppy?
[4]Unprofessional. Unacceptable.
✖✖ I Feel... Dead Tired
✖✖ I am At... Arthur's bedroom
✖✖ I am With... Jacob
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Eva..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Black Jeans

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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In the living room, Jacob felt as if he were holding his breath. As if he were drowning under water and couldn’t breath. He hadn’t heard Alyssa acknowledge him in too long, and it gave him bittersweet feelings and memories. He remembered taking her to the mall and buying her a necklace with money from one of his recent deals. She didn’t know that, but he remembered how she smiled. Rubies were definitely her gem stone, Jacob had determined. So, he got her a gold necklace with a Ruby gem on it. He wasn’t sure what sparked the memory, but it didn’t take long for him to examine her neckline and see it was no longer there. He wouldn’t be surprised if she gave it away or sold it to someone. That really hurt him internally. Jacob was surprised at first that she agreed so willingly. Probably looking as surprised as Alexander sitting on the couch. He shook away the shock and nodded, walking towards the front door and turning down a hallway, making sure that Alyssa was following him. Alexander scooted closer on the couch to Gigi, but then she suddenly stood up. Alexander quickly scrambled to his feet, smiling at Gigi. ”Do you want another drink? Are you hungry? Please, I can get you anything you want.” Goodness, Alexander had the look of a puppy dog, just begging for love and attention.

Jacob led Alyssa into a study room. No one was in the room, as it was closed off as an “off limits” room to everyone. That is, everyone except Terrance’s closest friends. Jacob closed the door once Alyssa entered, shutting out the sounds of the raging party. Although it was slowly starting to die down, as a few people ordered ubers and lyfts home, or some just passed out on couches and sofas. Jacob turned back towards Alyssa, but once he made eye contact with her… he didn’t have anything to say. Or- he couldn’t get out anything. What was he expecting? For the words to come to him once they got alone? That he could somehow pour out to her all of his truths, the reasons for breaking her heart. He took in a deep breath as to prevent allowing himself to start tearing up. ”Alyssa… “ His hands were shaking. He wasn’t sure if what he was about to do was the right thing. He wasn’t sure how she would react. But he felt like he would risk everything he had in that moment, for Alyssa. His voice got low, but just loud enough for her to hear.

”Alyssa… If you’ll just listen to all I have to say. You don’t have to answer. I just want you to listen.” Jacob took in a deep breath, and on the exhale, he started in.

”I love you, and I’ve never stopped loving you.” There was no turning back now. ”And not in the way Alexander ‘loves’ Gigi. You know what I mean. You remember what we had… Or at least I hope you do. I didn’t want to end things between us, I was forced to. By so many different people.” His voice drifted of a bit. Thinking about his father, Terrance, and any of his competitors or enemies who wouldn’t be above attacking someone he cared about. He clenched his fist, angry that he allowed them to do the one thing he never would have dreamed of doing. ”Alyssa. I- I want to tell you everything. And I promise you… if you’ll trust me. I’ll tell you everything in time. But Alyssa, I can’t bare living without you. You are the greatest thing that has happened in my life, and I want you to continue being that for me. But it isn’t safe.” Jacob had to stop himself from giving away too much beyond that. ”I want to tell you everything here and now, but it isn’t safe. We have to be alone somewhere I know we can’t be found out. If you still have that necklace I gave you, if you are willing to forgive me, and just trust me to explain everything more. Wear it next time I see you. If not, then don’t worry about it. And if you have already sold it… then I guess I have my answer.” His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence. If she had already gotten rid of it, it means that she no longer felt the same towards Jacob. He wanted to say more, but he knew anything else would be dangerous.

He turned around and left the study, heading back towards the living room. The party had grown significantly smaller, and phone sitting on the coffee table was beeping. Jacob recognized it as Terrance’s phone and he picked it up, seeing it had a timer finished for 7 minutes. Jacob remembered Arthur and Eva and made his way laxly towards the door that was boarded up with a chair. He pulled away the chair and knocked loudly before cracking the door. ”Time is up, you two!! Better get back out here!’ Jacob didn’t look in, not wanting to walk in on a scene that he wouldn’t be able to un-see. And booked it back towards the living room, and out to the last few stoners who remained, passing around the last blunt.

Arthur was in his own world, blissfully enjoying the warmth of holding Eva, and the backrubs that he received. He was definitely in his own little heaven with her. But, it was interrupted by the knocking, and the sudden stream of light from the hallway. Stop? He didn’t want to stop, he had just gotten started! There was so much more he wanted to do with her, and he could feel the condom that Terrance slipped in his pocket. It felt like it was burning his thigh, like a branding iron on his skin. But suddenly feeling exposed by the door being left open, Arthur broke his lips away from Eva’s neck. Significantly disappointed that his lips couldn’t travel to other regions of Eva’s body. When he broke away and looked at Eva, he noticed a dark spot on her neck. He ran his thumb over it, as if it were a smudge to rub away. But it didn’t go away, it was stuck to her neck. Where his lips had been, and it looked like a bruise. Oh no, did he do that? Did he hurt her? Did he go too far? ”Your neck… is it okay?” He asked in reference to the newly established, huge hickey on her neck, his thumb continuing to rub it, as if he could push it off.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Very Drunk and Frisky
✖✖ I am At... Terrance's Party -> Study/Office
✖✖ I am With... Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."I hope I didn't hurt her..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt.

Bless Your Heart [1 x 1]

Oh shit... that really sucks...

I don't know what I would do in that situation. I have such a strong relationship with both my parents. I've watched them both go through their mothers dying (Both my grandmas are dead, both grandpas still kicking though.), and I can't even begin to imagine losing one of them.

I'm sorry for your loss and everything. :(

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Arthur stood quickly after helping Eva to her feet. But he did keep one hand on her arm, as if to steady her. He couldn’t keep his eyes from racing all over her, from her arms, her legs, her body, and her face. Thought he wasn’t one for talking, he felt as if he would be rendered speechless if he were. But as he stared at her, and his eyes made it to her eyes, it clicked with him that this was all they were doing. Just standing and staring! If Terrance were dead, he would be rolling in his grave. He could hear Terrance’s voice in his head yelling, What are you waiting for, you big lump! Fucking kiss her already! But he was still frozen solid. Would she welcome a kiss from him? Especially after one had just been forced on her by a stranger? Should he touch her? Should he let her make the first move? Too many questions were running through his head. He cycled through his memories. All the times that Terrance, Alexander, and Jacob had randomly given him relationship advice would have really came in handy at this moment. But Arthur never really retained any of their “advice”.

He never thought he would get this far with someone before. He just figured he would continue his life as a bachelor. He never thought he would be hit with a brick wall like this. That he would live on like the loner his own father was… well. Even his father had found love, hadn’t he? Arthur quickly shook his mind. Why the hell was he thinking about his parents when he was alone in a room with a girl, a girl literally from his dreams. Oh, how his mind reflected to those more explicit dreams. From the tightness of her clothes, he could tell that her actual body was hundreds of times better than he could have imagined in his dreams. But what was better about his dreams, is that there was nothing but skin. She would shyly keep her back to him, as to not show anything. And if he tried to turn her around, she would playfully cover herself with her arms or a blanket. His brain was in overdrive, imagining himself ripping off her skirt and top, right then and there. But, even though he was very intoxicated, he could recognize the fact that that action would be too much. He had barely ever said 5 sentences to this girl, yet he felt like he had known her for a long time. Hormones were just getting to him too easy, as he let his emotional guard down.

But, this changed when he saw Eva take a few steps towards him and say a few cheeky words. ”I am now that I’m here with you.” Several bells and alarms were going off in Arthur’s head. He could feel his face visibly grow redder. She was flirting with him! That was flirtatious in nature, Arthur could tell that much! But even as the alarms went of in his head, something cooly from the back of his mind seemed to silence them all. She was just as nervous as he was. Did that mean she liked him? Or was she just nervous that they were alone in a room together like this? Either way, it was becoming harder for him to control his instincts. He could hear Terrance’s voice in his head again. Take charge! Girls like a guy that leads. It turns a girl on when a guy establishes dominance! Arthur looked back into the sapphire eyes of Eva, and as if with a mind of its own, he began to move. Reaching his arms towards Eva, he wrapped both his arms around her, placing one hand on the small of her back, the other one just below her butt. He picked her up in the air, with complete ease. She was practically as light as a feather, though at least it felt that way to Arthur.

He carried her over to the desk in the room, and moving his arm away from her back, he pushed away a few items. Pencils, notebooks, paperweights, and cleared a spot for him to put her down, so her legs were hanging off the front, and her butt was close to the end of the table. With her sitting on the desk, they were closer to eye level at this point, though he was still slightly taller. His heart rate was quickening as his thoughts continued to bounce around in his head on what to do next. His eyes continued to explore and travel over Eva’s body. And he didn’t realize it, but his hand that had been holding her up, was now playing with the hem of her skirt. The fabric was soft, whatever it was. It made the outfit look less uncomfortable on her. Put while playing with the end of her skirt, his fingertips occasionally brushed the skin of her thigh. He wasn’t sure what to do next, as he could no longer hear the advice of his friends in his head. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart. But something in his mind and chest were still pounding on. Telling him to act! Act on what? Do what?

But as soon as the question struck his head, his eyes landed on Eva’s sweet lips. He wanted to kiss her. But he wanted it to be more than what Ricardo had done. It irked him slightly inside, that he couldn’t kiss the same lips that Ricardo had kissed earlier. He wanted to, but much like holding two positive sides of a magnet together, he couldn’t push himself there. He still felt shame and guilt for not having been able to protect her from Ricardo. And he didn’t want to push himself on her in that same way. His eyes locked on Eva’s and Arthur bit his lip slightly, his mind thinking too much, and his body not acting. Was it okay for him to act? He thought back to all of the obnoxious “Consent!” posters that seemed to liter the high school’s walls. His stomach churned in his belly at the thought of harming Eva. He didn’t want to hurt her… force himself on her… he wanted to show her how he felt for her.

Taking in a quick breath, not being able to control himself much more, he just stated calmly, ”If you want me to stop… say so.” That was all that left his lips before he let his instincts take the wheel. He leaned his face in closer to Eva’s, as if to kiss her lips. But he diverted his course and moved towards her neck, beginning to place a passionate kiss on the side of her neck. His hand had stopped playing with the hem of her skirt and was now resting flat on her thigh. His other hand pressing into the small of her back.

Back in the center of the party, people were beginning to settle with chit chat, dancing, laughing, and listening to music. Terrance was sitting on the couch, holding Helene on his lap and playfully rubbing up and down her leg, and kissing on her back shoulder. Marcus was trying to entertain people around the room with a card trick. But it seemed too many eyes were moving onto the couple on the couch. ”Could you two get a room? I didn’t come here to watch you two.” Terrance grinned wildly and traveled up Helene’s shoulders and to her ear, whispering about going up to his room to “get away from the noise”, and he stood up, pulling Helene on to her feet with him. Jacob had retreated outside for another smoke, as he felt like he was coming down. He needed the smokes and alcohol to distract himself from his own thoughts and feelings. The stoners outside kept making jokes and showing around funny internet pictures and videos. But it wasn’t enough to pull Jacob’s mind away from the beautiful brunette inside, Alyssa.

He turned his head and saw Alyssa. She seemed to be watching her friend Helene as she retreated up the staircase with Terrance. Before he realized what was going on, his feet were moving. His hand pulled back the sliding glass door, closed it behind him, and he walked straight towards Alyssa. She couldn’t ignore him with him standing right in front of her face, could she? Before his brain could think of what to say, his mouth was moving. ”Alyssa… can we talk?” Was all that left his lips. Terrance wasn’t around to stop him from doing something stupid in relation to Alyssa now. He already had too much on his hands… or in his hands. Alexander was chilling on the couch, watching Marcus’s magic card tricks until he heard Jacob speak up. His head quickly swiveled towards Alyssa, and his eyes bounced around wildly. Alyssa, Jacob, Gigi, back to Jacob, back to Gigi, and then to Alyssa. It alarmed Alexander, as he knew Jacob hadn’t talked to her since… well, since he got soaked in whatever cocktail Alyssa had.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Very Drunk and Frisky
✖✖ I am At... Terrance's Party -> Study/Office
✖✖ I am With... Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."I want to make her happy."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt.

Bless Your Heart [1 x 1]

Sorry for not responding much. This weekend was busy with Father's day, and I was getting caught up in another RP, I didn't have time to sit down and plot out both. Especially since I'm having a little bit of a writers block right now. Just trying to plan out what will come with time.

Bless Your Heart [1 x 1]

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ➳ ♥

"Beauty may be dangerous, but intelligence is lethal."

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Victoria listened, trying to retain her patience with Xavier as he spoke to her. He claimed he wasn’t a liar, and that he only lied in certain circumstances. She scoffed very slightly under her breath before looking away towards the street. She grabbed up a piece of buttered biscuit and took a bit from it. That sounded like a line any many would give to a woman to try and maker her believe whatever tall tale followed after. It was hard for her to keep her composure and remained calm. She hated being lied to by men. Especially during a time where men always tried to hide truths that were “too much for a woman to handle”.

After he finally got some food in his stomach, he started talking again about multiple dimensions. Well it made obvious sense. There was what was in front of her, and what was around her. The now, the present. And of course, there was the past and the future. She usually didn’t dwell much on the past, and very rarely looked to the future. She tended to focus more of her time and energy on the here and now of everything. She continued to eat her biscuit listening to him go on. Going… backwards in time? That didn’t really make sense to Victoria. It wasn’t like she could undo the decisions or mistakes that she made before. As much as she so wished that she could. Take back things she said, take back things she did. Everyone probably had regrets like that.

She thought on the paradoxical statement that was presented to her. It was an interesting brain twister for sure, but he thought back to some of the jokes that men tended to share with one another. She simply giggled, biting into her biscuit. ”Is that supposed to be like one of those riddles? Where the grandfather isn’t in fact his grandfather. And it turns out the wife was sleeping with their neighbor?” She giggled, it was a dumb joke. Often also adjusted in reference to a white wife and a white husband suddenly having a black child. They were crude jokes for sure, but it didn’t keep them from behind funny.

He then began talking about the future with women, and she seemed to focus on that. How did he know what it would be like in the 21st century? That would be the 2000s? Her head spun a little bit, thinking almost 130 years to the future. She had no idea what it could have looked like. With how quickly technology was changing presently, who knew how far advanced the United States would become in the future. The greatest thing Victoria could think of was simply making machines faster and more powerful with less fuel usage. But was that even physically possible? If it were, wouldn’t people have figured it out? He went on to say all of the things woman could do. Vote? Like in an election? Victoria probably kept up with as much local politics as her father and other men around her. In fact she sometimes felt that she knew more than some of them. ”What does this all have to do with anything, Xavier? How do you know that… those things can happen?” She finally spoke up. She hadn’t made eye contact the entire time, not being able to trust much of what was coming from Xavier’s lips.

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Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

╔════════════╬ＡＲＴＨＵＲ ＺＡＶＩＥＲ ＭＹＬＥＳ╬════════════╗

 
It seemed like everyone’s eyes grew wide seeing the joker fall out of Eva’s hand, the clapping and hooting ensuing, as the drinks continued flowing. But one guy in the circle scoffed and through his 3 of clubs down on the table. ”This game can be so bullshit. You are all getting excited over a Joker. But it doesn’t even matter unless someone else has a Joker. We should have just played spin the bottle. Way faster and to the point.” Marcus seemed to shoot a glare at the guy making this comment. It was obvious that they didn’t appreciate Marcus’s amazing sleight of hand and shuffling skills with the deck. At this point, a few people had gathered around in the room watching the game. Arthur put down is empty solo cup, still looking over the cards that were in play. He wasn’t very familiar with any of the games that people played at Terrance’s parties, as he was usually too busy scouting around for ne’er-do-wellers in the house. But it seemed everyone was getting excited at Eva getting a Joker. But that one guy said it didn’t matter unless there were two Jokers. Does that mean he and Eva won? Well, in the eyes of some of the girls and guys around him- he and she definitely won. ”Arthur, you gotta put down your card.” Terrance finally spoke up, and Arthur put down his Joker next to Eva’s showing a pair.

Instantly a roar of cheering, shouting, gasping, hooping, and hollering filled the living room. Even drawing in attention from the smokers outside. Arthur felt a sense of pride well up in his chest. Everyone seemed impressed, so they must have won the game, or something along those lines! ”Arthur, you lucky son of a bitch. What I wouldn’t have given to get a Joker with Gigi.” Wait, what did he mean by that? ”Same here! Though Helene and I don’t need some cards to tell us what we are going to get up to later.” Terrance smiled widely, playfully slapping Helene’s thighs. Arthur grew slightly pale. Oh god, what were they talking about? But, in a quick burst of movement, it seemed that Arthur and Eva were being pulled by the many members of the crowd, down a hallway. Every person they passed was saying something like, “That lucky bastard”, or to Eva “Lucky Bitch”. Arthur got a tinge of anger hearing some of the girls say that in Eva’s direction. Were they mad that they had won a stupid card game? But it seemed much more than that, as Eva was being pulled ahead, while Terrance and Alexander walked beside him. ”I may be a bit drunk… but is it just me or is everyone acting weird?”

Terrance just let out a loud laugh, patting Arthur on the back. ”Arthur… Have you ever heard of 7 minutes in heaven?” Arthur paused for a moment with his thoughts. What would 7 minutes in heaven be like? Why only seven minutes? Arthur imagined a bunch of winged angels singing around some golden arches and some kind of pearly gates. It didn’t really appeal to him that much. ”Like… angels?” Terrance facepalmed himself hard, while Alexander stood to the side just snickering. ”Arthur, how do you feel when you see Eva?” Wow, words couldn’t describe the feeling. Although before he would describe it as nauseating and painful, his emotions were really evolving. He felt warm when he saw her, he felt like he could climb a mountain, or swim across an entire ocean. And when he hugged her earlier, he felt like he was a firework going off in the sky. It was the greatest feeling he had experienced since… well as crude as it was, killing a man. For some reason, the feeling of passion he had for Eva somehow reminded him of the ecstasy he experienced of holding the life of a man in his hands. ”Amazing.” Was all that Arthur could muster out.

”Alright. Well to say it in short. You two get uninterrupted time together. 7 minutes specifically. So you get to experience those feelings for her, with her in privacy. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Arthur watched ahead of him, as it seemed that a verbal exchange was going on between Eva and her friends before Helene seemed to be pushing her into the room. Him? Her? ALONE? Arthur froze up like a block of ice. Where he had been walking along with the tidal waves of hands pushing him into the bedroom, now he felt like he couldn’t move another inch. He was just finally getting in control of his feelings to be able to look at her without dying. Being locked in a room with her for 7 minutes?? It was overwhelming. He couldn’t fight the pull of the hands around him, as they continued to cheer for Eva and Arthur, some of the random girls turning up their noses. Obviously jealous that they weren’t the ones going into the room. Arthur was sure if they could, they would volunteer as tribute in an instance. Arthur’s panicked eyes jumped from face to face before landing on Jacob. Jacob mouthed something to him. It looked like it contained the words relax. Oh god, how could he relax at a moment like this??

With that final thought, it took three guys eagerly pushing Arthur into the room, that he stumbled backwards some. The door was slammed closed, and her heard the sound of a chair being pushed up against the door knob. He could still hear the faint roar outside, but above it all heard Terrance. ”Alright, Alright! Give the lovebirds space! Back to the living room, all of you!" And the cheering was followed by faint laughter and conversation, along with receding footsteps. The only thing Arthur could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears. He was still facing the door, too afraid to turn around and face Eva, who he felt behind her. It was pitch black, as no one had turned on the lights. But after a few moments of being frozen still, Arthur reached his hands to the wall, rubbing around and feeling for the light switch along the wall. He felt himself bump into something soft and warm, something unexpectedly was there, and he lost his footing, falling to the ground, and taking the object falling with him. UMPHF! Arthur lost his breath for a second as he landed on his back on the floor. Hardwood, so he was sure that the drunken group hadn’t even locked them in a bedroom. Arthur had only known this due to the fact he knew every bedroom in Terrance’s house was carpeted. Arthur sat up, keeping one hand on the soft object that had collapsed with him. Oh god, he hope he didn’t break something belong to Terrance’s family. They were all spies, so it could have been important.

Arthur reached his other hand up along the wall, and felt the cold plastic of the light switch. Flipping it on, a single lamp on the far side of the room lit up. The room looked like a study, with a bookshelf, a desk, laptop, chairs, a globe, all the little workings. He was pretty sure this was either Terrance’s mother’s or his father’s office. The single light was warm, soft, and also not very bright. It didn’t light up the entire room, in fact, it almost gave as much light as a fireplace lit in a room. Arthur finally turned his attention back to the item that had collapsed with him, and on his lap he found Eva looking right back up into his eyes. Arthur’s heart was pounding so hard, he thought it was about to become one rapid session of beats, blending into one. His breath was caught in his lungs, and there was a faint red that painted his cheeks. He shook slightly before placing his hands quickly on Eva’s hips and lifting her up off is lap, and trying to steady her to her feet. ”Are you okay?” He was referring to the fall, he hoped he didn’t hurt her tumbling her over like that. His eyes raced up and down her body, her face, her arms, her legs, all making sure there were no visible marks. However his eyes traveled slowly across her body, absorbing in every curve and divot, and all of the smooth skin that was showing.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Very Drunk and Stunned/Breath Taken Away
✖✖ I am At... Terrance's Party -> Study/Office
✖✖ I am With... Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."What is happening? Is she okay?"
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue jacket, black jeans, and a white button down shirt.