A Technicolored Evening (Evony x Lucy)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy stopped abruptly, halting on her feet and being lucky enough not to crash into the girl in front of her. "What? No." She retorted, unable to come up with a decent quip to volley with. God dammit, brain. Keep up!

"Don't let me stop you." Lucy raised her hands on either side, shrugging her shoulders. Just like that, she left a kiss on the Australian's cheek and disappeared into a puddle.

What the hell?

"Good god."

Finding Homonique's car - the silvery whim of, well, expensive taste that it was - she settled into the driver's seat and pulled out, heading for home. She missed a few calls from the blonde, it seemed, and it sounded like he'd tried to leave a frustrated message or two. But the sound behind it was so loud it was impossible to decipher what he wanted. "Just don't be dead." She said, allowing the device to convert those words into a message and send it off to him. Damn rich people and their high-tec cars. She was still trying to settle into driving on the wrong side of the road.

The drive was a long one. What, it was like thirty minutes distance between both points and if she put a scratch on the car she'd owe Dom about a million dollars. It was worse when she started to settle into the boring drive and she started thinking. What the actual fuck was going on? Who'd she become? How much of Sawyer's abrupt personality was she taking on here? If she wasn't careful, she'd start hyperventilating, crash the car and either die or be in the red thanks to Dom's dumbass expensive taste, which would in turn make her wish she'd died.

Pulling up at the school, she ditched the vehicle in the parking lot and tentatively made her way towards the dorms. Sufficed to say, she didn't think she could predict what she was going to walk in on, so before she opened her bedroom door she took a deep breath and exhaled.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Drizzles of pink liquid trickled down the porcelain curves of the blue haired acrobat, the sweet scent of the shower gel engulfing her body in a cocoon of sensual smells. Victoria's Secret had managed to woo the girl in 'purchasing' a majority of their products and by the end of her shower she smelt like a flower and was clean as crystal. The girl shuddered when she stared at herself in the mirror, it was almost surreal, being on this side rather than the other. Gazing at her naked skin the acrobat blushed, giving every minor fault a scrutinising gaze and ensuring that she was primped and preened to perfection. She did not know Lucy's preferences, and if it weren't for her sheer giddiness she would have opted to stay in the shower and curl into a ball.

Damn that gorgeous tattooed girl for provoking her 'curiosity' like this! Evy wrung the water out of her shimmering cerulean hair, untangling the knots as best as she could. Who knows, maybe Lucy was a hair puller. The thought forced an amused snort to escape the girl's visage, although this was quickly followed by a deep blush to crawl across more than just her cheeks. Shaking her head and turning away from the mirror, the porcelain skinned girl hopped, almost slipped actually, over to the pile of freshly acquired lingerie.

"Dammit damnit damnit", she huffed under pouted lips, her blue eyes scanning the lacy collection of ladies wear, not knowing which one the brown eyed beauty would like. Well, she did say earlier that it didn't make much of a difference. Pursing her lips Evy deeply exhaled, scrunching her toes as she procured a scarlet set of lingerie from the pile. The lacy bra, with black stitching and a deep red bust was a beautiful piece, one which for snugly around Evy's perky chest. The matching panties and garter belt were definitely blush worthy and when she tentatively slipped the items on she could not help but nervously giggle. She actually felt pretty and the outfit wasn't too slutty to make her look like too much of a stripper.

Gently running her fingers down the soft material of her choice of outfit Evy stifled a grin, attempting to control her breathing as best as possible. With one last round of fixing any minor kink in her appearance the acrobat slipped out of the bathroom, quickly glancing around to make sure no one was present. The coast was clear. Springing over to Lucy's bed, the girl jumped a little too hard, almost smacking into the wall adjacent to the quickly cleaned bed. There was, however, one last thing that needed to be done.

"Inky baby, I'm sorry...but I may do bad things to your mummy tonight. So please forgive me for this", she smiled awkwardly, giving the chubby little rabbit one last smile before tossing a large jacket over the cage. Cone of silence, not even the rabbit could know. The lights were off and the pale silver threads of moonlight were all that caressed the shivering body of the acrobat.

Feeling a shiver cross her spine, Evy rubbed the bumps that sprung up on her alabaster skin. Nervous? of course she was. She had peed three times beforehand just to make sure that she wouldn't panic during well...whatever was to come. She heard the approaching footsteps, her heart beating faster with every dull step. Did she look pretty? Was she rushing things? What other tattoos did Lucy have? Such questions flooded her mind up until the moment the door knob was twisted. Lucy was here.

Evy froze. Taking a deep breath before the girl walked in, this was it. the defining moment. The air was quiet, not even Inky made a noise, maybe he too felt the tension. The instance the brown eyed beauty stepped in Evy swallowed, clenching her hands around the quilt cover. As their eyes connected she could do nothing more than express the surge of absolute warmth that bubbled within her squirming desires.

All she could do was smile. Sincerely and warmly.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

In few words, Lucy opened the door and froze. Her dark eyes went wide, taking in the vision of, well, what was waiting for her. It was like her mind had gone blank. Were her feet stuck to the floor? Because they sure as hell weren't moving in any direction. It was as if she couldn't lift them even if she physically tried to. Her hand tightened around the door knob, keys falling out of her adjacent hand and to the floor. She stopped eyeing the girl and took in her expression. Sincere. Warm. A stark cry from the last conversation they'd had. It almost reminded her of their first night together, except that what she was wearing was screaming take me now in Lucy's ears.

She closed the door in front of her.

"Shit." She whispered. Why the ever loving fuck did she just close the door and leave her in there alone!? "Shit, fuck, fucking fuck shit." Lucy let the door handle go. Motherfucking fuck fuck; the swearing continued in her mind.

She pressed her forehead to the door. What'd she gotten herself into? She'd said all those things because she meant it, right? Well, in part it was true. But Lucy didn't think she was actually going to do... This. "I'm such a bitch." The Australian said, raising her voice loud enough for the other party behind the door to hear her. "Please don't leave. But... Could you-" She started again, tapping her hand against the door. Yep, she was definitely a massive bitch. "Maybe put some more clothes on?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

The silence was awkward to say the least, Evy's grin quickly turning into a confused smirk. Was it what she was wearing? Scarlet was a fairly safe colour and she made sure not to go maximum sex kitten. But regardless, the blue haired girl stifled a grin, the swearing was a surprise and for a moment she was about to laugh. But then the door was closed. With eyebrow raised and eyes blinking in mute surprise the girl glanced at Inky's concealed cage, all the animal did was shuffle nervously underneath.

"Oh...", she whispered to herself, wondering if this was some sort of prank Lucy was pulling on her. If that was true then Evy had already concocted several ways of getting back at her. The swearing continued however and a brief moments hesitation soon turned to worry and sheer bewilderment. Something was wrong.

Evy remained silent when Lucy's voice broke through the air, clenching her jaw as she listened to the girl speak. Just what was happening? A pang of self consciousness coursed through the girl's veins and she shuffled uncomfortably in her isolation, taking a moment before actually doing something. She was quiet, a bit stunned but she did what she was told. Grabbing the nearest T-shirt and slipping it on over her current outfit. The shirt hung loose down midway on her thighs. It wasn't the sexiest thing but it would have to do. Biting her tongue the blue haired girl tentatively stepped up to the door, hesitating for a moment before turning the door knob.

Letting the door creak open she was met with a very frustrated looking Lucy. Maybe she had scared the poor girl. Glancing down at her feet and sighing deeply Evy nervously glanced up at the brown eyed beauty. "Sorry..." She mumbled, her hushed voice desperately trying to mask her annoyance at herself for over thinking the entire situation. Had she messed it up with the girl, who knows...but she was bracing herself for anything.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy waited with patience, all the while turning on herself and swearing in her head until she ran out of clever things to call herself. She cycled through every derogatory term she was aware of, reaching the end and blanking before starting again. It was difficult for Lucy to actually get to a point of self-loathing, but she was well and truly there. When she heard steps on the other side of the door she lifted her head from the surface, glancing across the way at her as she peered out of the frame.

She raised her hand instantly. No apologies. For that time she was trying to think of what she was supposed to say.

"You said you thought I was pretty." She started, cringing a little. Why the hell was she starting there? "And then you said I was beautiful, and I..." Lucy choked on her words, her voice drowning in silence as she looked down at her feet, "Not a lot of people say that. To me. Not seriously, and I just... There's all of this, and don't get me wrong... I mean, you're hot but I..."

It wasn't getting any easier for her. Lucy shrugged her shoulders, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. "I'm not up for this. You coming in here like that, or leaning on me or kissing me on the cheek when we're on the bloody street, and..." She took the time to breathe, finally glancing back up again and catching her eye. "That's not who I pulled into my bed a week ago. Can you tell me where she went? Because I thought she wanted more from me than just sex."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy waited and listened, but the more she listened the more she internally spiralled into a shamefaced mess of anxiety and horror. She had committed the most stupid mistake of all time, not only had she severely damaged her own pride but had alienated the poor girl in front of her. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Lucy anymore, the absolute embarrassment she was experiencing tore right through her defences and revealed the exceedingly stupid mistakes acted out during the evening. All she wanted was for the girl to like her, but working off different wave lengths was sure to cause a rift in whatever this was.

Taking a step back into the shadow of the room the acrobat took a moment to digest what was just spoken, digging her thumbs into the palms of her hands. "I...I didn't mean to, I mean I thought...urgh fuck...", she whispered into the dark, losing any and all will to continue this conversation. She did not want to risk humiliating herself even more. "I meant everything I said...I just thought that you know...this was what you wanted and...I'm sorry, I'm an idiot and this outfit is stupid...", she grimaced at herself, clenching her legs together as her trembling fingers pulled the shirt down even more.

Turning around slowly Evy looked out at the moon, the pale silvery orb dousing her in its gentle glow. Oh what she would do to escape there, regardless of how lonely it looked. She really messed this up, there was no denying that and she couldn't bring herself to look at Lucy anymore.

"She's still here...she just...doesn't know what she's doing", Evy sighed, swallowing the lump in her throat and scrunching her toes. She actually wanted to die and forget this whole thing happened, for once in her life the acrobat was at loss for words and the bitter taste of defeat hung tight around her chest. "I'm sorry Lucy... I've messed this up...", Evy painfully uttered, trembling at the thought of having to quit while she was still standing.

She didn't know what to do.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

When she made the move to step back, Lucy took it as something of a physical blow. Things were coming into the light that she hadn't even realised; that she'd made a mistake here in talking the way she did. It was so easy to forget that she hadn't known her for very long. And that her humour breezed over most people's heads who didn't know what she was like. A crucial mistake on her own part, she'd argue. But the other girl probably wouldn't let her.

She leaned against the doorway, tentative to the idea of stepping through the door and greeting her. She seemed to want Lucy to keep her distance, so distance she would keep.

Each new thing she said was like a shot to the heart. Lucy willed herself to be a better person; or at least the kind that knew how to handle things like this. She felt like a complete and utter idiot. This whole series of events had been set up by her and her complexly messed up sense of humour.

"Shut up." She breathed. Again, probably not the best place to start, but she really was trying to make herself sound nicer. Or at least less harsh. "Just stop. Don't push everything onto yourself. I'm the asshole here. I can admit that." Alright, it was actually really hard to admit. But she'd done it. It was out there that she was trying to take responsibility for her stupidity; "I suck at explaining myself. That's just me. Whatever this is, you didn't mess it up."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy could actually taste the defeat, roll her tongue around it as her stupid lower lip began to quiver. This was fucking ridiculous, there was no way this was happening, especially with what she was wearing. Clamping her teeth on her lip the girl willed herself to breathe through her nose, cringing whenever Lucy spoke. Her accent was still a special sort of drug that Evy craved but now it sounded like a painful memory, an unfortunate voice over that was narrating the entire failure that this situation was.

The girl shuddered once more at the sheer stupidity on her part, dropping her head low in shame as she fumbled with the seams of the borrowed t-shirt. "No I won't stop!", her voice wobbled, a little louder than she wanted it to be. "You don't understand...I've done all this and I panicked...and look at me now, some slut in stolen lingerie." She bitterly uttered, rubbing some moisture from the corner of her eye. Where that particular flash of self loathing came from she wasn't entirely sure, but blurting it out stung her mouth and felt like a self inflicted wound.

Slumping to the floor with her shoulders against the bedframe the blue haired girl brought her knees up to her chin, crossing her feet over one another as she gnawed on her trembling lower lip. She didn't want to leave but her heart was screeching at her to escape before she broke down and embarrassed herself even further. Glancing up at Lucy with a tortured gaze Evy let out a strained sigh. "I...I wanted this to be perfect...I have never met someone like you. Ever. And that night, in your bed...it just...I felt so happy and...this is now just a mess.", Evy exhaled, turning away to glance at the mirror. Even in the dark she could see the red beginning to build up in her eyes.

Why was she getting emotional? All of her stubbornness had told her to hold back and not place too much faith on her dreamy endeavours. But whatever this was, she didn't want it end like this. Not at all.

"I guess I was just played the fool...", admitting that to herself felt awkward, rarely, if ever, has the blue bird faced humiliation and bewilderment like this before. The sensation was uncomfortable.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy pressed a hand to her forehead, unsure as to what she was supposed to do or say. She felt the twinge of a headache forming behind her eyes.

But she stayed in the doorway as if glued to its frame. She'd just... Never been good at dealing with people when they got so emotional. It was hard enough admitting fault, let alone offering closure and comfort to someone. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she kept talking, her gaze turned elsewhere. It seemed a little easier if she didn't look at her. For her sake. So she folded her arms and stayed for as long as she could.

She looked at the ceiling, as if somehow it'd give her guidance. Her mind was telling her to get the hell out of there; cut herself off and go fuck around with Sawyer to get her spirits back up again. But she pushed off the doorway and crossed the length of the floor anyway. Lucy sat down with an exhausted exhale, resting her elbows on her knees and closing her hands together.

Sitting in silence, Lucy had to wonder what she was supposed to say next. What she was supposed to do, for that matter. "The only one calling you a fool here is you, y'know." She said quietly, shrugging her shoulders lightly. "I didn't say anything bad about you. That's all you." With that, Lucy offered the slightest nudge with her shoulder, turning her gaze towards the floor and looking at absolutely nothing. It was too dark to see anything significant anyway. Maybe that's what they needed.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evony let out an exasperated sigh, wrinkling her nose as she hugged her legs tighter to her chest. Lucy was clearly not one to trim around the edges and by the time she had come over to sit by Evy the acrobat felt even more self conscious than before. She didn't know what to say or do really, it was quiet and her emotions were playing up a shitstorm like never before. Pursing her lips and taking in a deep breath acrobat attempted to smile. Her lips wouldn't budge however and she was left in the darkness with twitching lips and shivering legs.

"You know...I'm still trying to process that night...with you", she whispered, her voice barely audible for fear that it may crack from the stupid emotions. Closing her eyes she leaned her head backwards, interlocking her fingers around her shin as she took in another big gulp of air. "I hadn't slept so well up until that point...and you know, even if you do snore it felt...it felt amazing", she sniffed, smiling in the dark at having revealed Lucy's habits at night. Merely mentioning that sublime moment together actually helped elevate Evy's mood that slight bit. It was a scenario she strived for and one which hung close to her conscious the moment after it occurred.

Brushing the back of her hand under her eyes the blue bird shuffled in her place, attempting to find tranquility amongst the shame and the stupidity that ravaged her mind. Lucy was the girl that haunted Evy's dreams and graced the pages of her imagination, it was no lie that the blue haired acrobat thought of the girl quite a bit.

"So what now...do we forget everything that has happened and...and start afresh? Or...or you know...stop...urgh stop doing stuff...", she breathed, not daring to finish what she was saying properly. She certainly saw no other option, and if there was it was bound to be a gamble. Gnawing on the skin of her upper lip Evy glanced at her pale pedicured feet. Still as cold as they were the day she snuck into Lucy's room. "

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Hit me with it." Lucy said quietly, her own way of nudging the situation along. Processing things? That was normally her forte, but everything about this girl seemed difficult to decipher. Every new encounter kept her guessing. Kept her thinking. Her unpredictability was one of the things Lucy had grown fond of. That and her ability to roll with the punches, painful though they may be in this moment. "Do I really? Snore, I mean." She offered genuine interest. She'd never been told that before. And she knew it wasn't the point of the comment, but it was where she was comfortable. It was a sign that she was listening.

When posed with a difficult question, Lucy didn't know what to do or say. She felt frozen, yet knew that the longer she didn't answer, the worse things could potentially get. Finally, she settled on something. With a grumbled breath, she lifted her arm up and looped it around her shoulders, as she squeezed the to her girl's shoulder lightly.

She kept her gaze set perfectly on the floor; "You worry too much."

[Evony Vasiliev]

"Yeah, you actually do. But don't worry...It's cute", Evy smiled briefly, remembering the hushed rhythmic breathing all those nights ago, the melodic sounds that lulled her to sleep. The small talk, regardless of how heavy the current conversation was, actually helped provide some much needed lightheartedness. Something to distract her from the still present feeling of embarrassment and trepidation. She didn't want to forget Lucy's snores, no, not at all.

The silence that followed worried the blue haired acrobat, every passing second seemed like an hour as Lucy seemed to conjure something to answer with. What would she say? The stone in her throat tugged at her gag reflex, she was associating too much emotion with this conversation. Before she could ignore the lingering panic that threatened to sweep her mind into an anxiety ridden mess Lucy shuffled next to her. The sudden warmth of her arm sent a spark across Evy's porcelain skin, the memories of their intimate nights together once more coming to the surface. Lucy had a habit of keeping her close during those nights and actually feeling the embrace brought a tentative wave of nostalgia and comfort through the nervous girl.

She stayed still for a moment, taking in what Lucy just said with every intention of dissecting its meaning. But it was true, the tattooed girl had seen through her brittle mask once more. "I worry because...because you're important that's why...", she whispered, not daring to look at Lucy once those words were uttered. She wanted to melt into the girl's embrace but her trepidation told her that with what had only happened several minutes earlier and what she had on, it was best not to get too enthusiastic.

Scrunching her toes, the blue bird shrugged her shoulders a bit to get comfortable, tentatively clasping the hand around her body and briefly brushing the fingers with her own hand. She could do it, but what if Lucy pulled away? The hands were as soft and warm as they had been those nights she was cradled up against Lucy, moulded to her own dainty appendages. The faint light that shimmered over their silhouettes traced the lines of Lucy's hand. Every crease in her skin and crack in her nails were clear to see, but Evy didn't care. They kept her safe and warm.

"Please...don't tell anyone what happened...I'd prefer it if you know...I don't want to be known as that chick anytime soon...", she nervously laughed at herself, a dry and conflicted laugh. Her eyes were set on Lucy's hand, studying every point and intricacy, everything that made the girl's hand unique from other's. Evy's thumb and forefinger ran down the length of the Lucy's palm, gently tracing the lines in an attempt to focus on something other than her current state of undress...she was still technically in lingerie.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I'm just some girl." Lucy replied with a small, almost insignificant shrug. Somehow downplaying herself seemed like a good idea. She wasn't really important, was she? She couldn't say if someone asked; she didn't know. They were just the words that fell out of her mouth. Still, she chuckled quietly to herself; "Who snores. Apparently."

Of course, given Lucy's interesting choice in friends she knew it was a bad idea to mention this to anyone. All of the - even the newest crew member, Lyra - would have a field day with something as crazy as this. God no. Some things were better kept to herself; "I won't." Lucy spoke quietly, raising her head and choosing to look up at the ceiling instead of the ground. At least she could see the way the light shifted through the silhouette of the trees. Something to look at.

Even as she felt subtle patterns along her skin, her gaze didn't waver. This was exhausting. And whatever happened next, she was sure they could finally agree on one thing; "Cone of silence?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

"If you were just some girl I wouldn't have gone out of my way to...you know, break into your room and stuff", she smiled softly at herself, briefly glancing back at Lucy. The darkness that embraced them was comfortable, like a shadowy figure huddling them together. Here the blue haired acrobat could react without any form of light giving her away. Lucy was a keen observer and the porcelain skinned girl knew that concealing her feelings was a great challenge when dealing with the brown eyed beauty. "And don't worry, I probably sleep talk", she chortled under hushed breaths, staring at her knees like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

A slow nod followed after the moment of silence, Evy pursing her lips before resting her head against Lucy's extended arm. "Yeah, cone of silence", she whispered, rubbing her hands against her calves in an attempt to warm them up. The notion of keeping their actions a secret intrigued her greatly, there was probably an understandable reason for wanting some privacy with regards to their dealings and Evy confirmed this with a drawn out sigh.

Her thoughts ran back to the neon lot streets of earlier that night, her fingers coiled tightly around one another as she blushed at the incoming thoughts and sensations. "You actually kissed me back...", she simpered, biting her lip as the memory of their heated embrace sent shivers across her lips. Even though it was a spur of the moment thing it felt great, an innocent act before the great plunge into this current mess.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy pursed her lips, nodding just once and leaving the subject at that. She didn't have to believe it. Her dark eyes stared into the wavering patterns of light on the ceiling. "I wouldn't know, honestly." She replied quietly, "I'm pretty sure I sleep like a log." Not that she had anyone to tell her otherwise. Well, not until now.

The corner of her lips twitched into a smile at the agreement made. Why she wanted it, she wasn't sure. But she felt like it was a lifeline - a necessary factor for survival.

For Lucy, settling into the silence was easy. It allowed for the previous incident to slowly wash out of her system. And a switch in gears came forward. Lucy lowered her head slowly, choosing to stare forward instead. "Yep." She answered quietly, because it was a fact hanging heavy in the air. Her eyebrows lowered as a thought crossed her mind; "Sorry?" An apology was thrown out there. Maybe it'd been a bad thing in her mind? The tattooed girl was a little skeptical of herself.