A Technicolored Evening (Evony x Lucy)

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy remembered the very moment their lips met, the sweet warmth that lingered on her mouth well after their kiss ended with panting breaths and bewildered stares. Lucy was a great kisser in fact, so much so that when she yanked Evy closer to her body the whole act became all the more wondrous. That moment was pure bliss, something which exceeded any daydream or hypothetical. Although it was abrupt, barely romantic or even in a suitable place it felt good. It had been a very long time since the acrobat had initiated such a passionate gesture.

"Don't apologise. It felt...amazing", she sighed wistfully, gently running the tips of her fingers across Lucy's knuckles. "I guess I'm the one that should be sorry, it wasn't very proper..." Evy mused quietly, Lucy definitely deserved better than some spontaneous mouth rape on the side of the road. The brief moment of passion had whisked her into an overwhelming state of giddiness. Maybe she should of held back and waited for a better time. Well at least Lucy had a clear idea of Evy's feelings.

Turning her head to look at the girl next to her Evy could not help but blush, scrunching her toes whilst she attempted to control her breathing. This was what she wanted, intimacy and comfort. Regardless of how unskilled Lucy was in providing proper words of solace, simply being around her felt amazing.

"You know...if I ever do anything stupid again please just...you know, tell me off or something like that", she said under a hushed breath, tentatively interlacing her dainty fingers with Lucy. If they wanted whatever this was to work then some form of honesty was required. Even if it did hurt.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy understood getting caught up in the moment. She had to wonder briefly if that's what happened, or if she just wished it was. Developing feelings for someone was never part of her plan. Whether she had or not wasn't important; it was the thought of the fact that made her so nervous. Ugh, she didn't know. She couldn't explain it if anyone asked her.

She couldn't worry too much.

"Yeah, okay." Lucy said lightly, laughing to herself quietly at the thought of what was and wasn't proper. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the concept roll off her back. "Doesn't matter. I got it; you get a feeling and you go with it." She let her eyes travel across the walls of her own room. The workspace she clung to every day. If she didn't go with what she felt in that sense, she'd be stagnant in her artwork.

Lucy took the chance that came with looking over at her, and the corner of her mouth pulled into a smile. "Fine." With that, she drew her arm away and shifted in her place, choosing to sit directly across from her with her legs crossed. Lucy was abrupt, and if she wanted anything from her she might as well get used to it. "Answer me. Yes or no; you trying to impress me?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

"Heh yeah I guess you're right, although I'm sure the 'boyfriend' won't appreciate someone acting out their impulses on you", Evy sniffed, amused at her own thoughts. Baiting Lucy about the mysterious third wheeling penis was a fun little ploy, especially now that she knew he wasn't all someone of his title should crack up to be.

The instance Lucy withdrew her grip Evy flinched, the sudden moment piercing the heavy atmosphere and bringing a wash of cool air over the heat of where Lucy's arm once lay. Taking a deep breath, the blue haired acrobat crossed her feet over one another and tightened her legs, she was still wearing those lacy scarlet panties. Blushing at the thought, Evy brushed some blue strands of hair out of her face, now that Lucy was right in front of her she didn't want to look like a mess. Taking in a deep breath her gaze tentatively reached Lucy's face as the question was directed at her. Seems there was no sugar coating words with Lucy.

Blinking twice and scrunching her toes Evy glanced downwards and at the kinky mess she had created in the room before this whole fiasco started. "Yes...", she nervously whispered, knowing full well that her try hard attempts were more or less rebuked by Lucy. The girl seemed like the sort with a nigh untraceable standard, a girl who only accepted the most real and raw from people.

Scratching the back of her neck Evy once more flitted her gaze from Lucy's face, to her hands and then to the mess around her, taking in the whole situation one piece at a time. "It's not working is it..?", she sighed, hugging her legs against her chest as she stared at her toes, gleaming a deep red from her most recent pedicure.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"He'll be alright." Lucy mused to herself, grinning at the thought. "Bit of the jealous type, though."

She fed off the honestly that came from facing a situation head on. Despite the way Evony tore her glance from the Australian's features, she kept hers own eyes steady. Even if she'd taken the time to notice the mess, she wouldn't care. But in the dark everything was concealed, and all that mattered were the answers to her questions. She admittance had Lucy nodding a few times, but that was it.

Was it working? Lucy simply pursed her lips and let the question hang int he air. "Why?" She asked, arising her eyebrows at her own new question. When she realised how vague it sounded, she decided to continue. "I mean why are you? Trying to be impressive?" Despite the serious of her questions, she kept her tone even.

But no, that didn't sound right either.

She dropped her head briefly in a quiet laugh, as if shaking off the confusion. When she looked back over again, she was ready. "I mean... What makes you think you have to try to be impressive? If I like you for you, I will be. If I don't, I won't be. But if I like you for who you're trying to be, I still won't be." Her eyes searched the vacant space above her head briefly.

That made sense, right?

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy sat in silence, huddled beside the warmth of the bed and under Lucy's direct gaze. Her teeth gnawed on her lower lip, finding the supple flesh quite a good way to calm the nervousness. The sheer emotional torrent caused from this entire situation had obviously caught her off guard and having Lucy, the girl of her dreams, interrogate her was terrifying to say the least. Having the brown eyed beauty question the reasons behind her need to impress bewildered her greatly.

Why? Why do I want to impress her so much?

Evy squirmed under the weight of the question, coiling her skinny arms tighter around her legs whilst she thought long and hard. The eventual edits Lucy made to said statement forced a low sigh to escape the blue haired actobat's lips, this was a tough one. Raising her head slowly and pursing her lips the girl opened her mouth, only to close it again a second later. How could she answer that? It was such a penetrating question and something that illuminated the more personal vices that plagued her soul.

"Lucy...I grew up in a circus. I guess... I feel like I have to put on a show and you...you're just the most mysterious audience member I've ever had. I want to...you know, please you" She frowned, backtracking what she just said and internally smacking herself in the face. That just sounded ridiculous. "I need to know that what I'm doing is impressing people...impressing you. I don't know, I'm sorry. I just...don't want to bore you or let you down...", she whispered, taking in a slow breath and forcing her gaze to shift to Lucy's neck. At least she won't see the reaction.

For the acrobat, with life constantly spewing out spontaneous activities one after the other, having to sit down and utter her real feelings was frightening, equally horrifying as it was strangely refreshing.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy hadn't intended for the question to become something so personal. She wasn't sure what kind of answer she expected. When Evony tried to speak and failed, Lucy quickly sensed that she'd gotten something wrong. That her question was pushing too hard, and that the answer was going to be something of a lie. She'd worded it with such purpose; she didn't want to know what about herself made someone fight for her attention, she wanted to know what about Evony made her fight for attention.

In her own mind, Lucy was nothing but a girl. A girl who happened to get wrapped up in this person.

So she listened intently for the answer, trying not to laugh when she was called mysterious. But it was true; she wore tattoos on her sleeves, not her heart. When the realisation hit her along with the end of the statement she found herself leaning forward slightly, as if preparing to offer a secluded piece of information about herself. But all she said was; "I don't need to be impressed." The corner of her mouth pulled into a knowing smile.

"I just need to see you."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy shuddered during the brief moment of silence, relaying what she just said aloud was a jarring experience, particularly when it was Lucy who she was talking to. Having to expose the reasoning behind her actions, behind who she was challenged her like nothing else. She couldn't bring herself to lie to the girl nor could she properly express her emotions without embarrassing herself.

When Lucy leaned in the blue bird could not help but miss a breath, her eyes flitting from her hands to Lucy's face and back to her hands. What was it about this girl that absolutely incinerated every shred of false bravery and bravado that Evy held onto? She attempted to tuck her legs in tighter but only got so far as almost suffocating herself. This was exhausting. "But..." she had no proper answer. What could she say to Lucy's confession of not needing to be impressed? What did that make of who she was?

See me? Who am I? What does she want to see?

"What if that's not what you want to see? I...I want you to but I'm scared...scared that I'll just stuff everything up again." Evy whispered, almost heartbroken over how pitiful she sounded, her conflicted gaze met Lucy's and all she wanted to do was get cuddled by the girl and have the whole world return to what she was used to. But a stubborn thread of her soul had snagged onto the girl's words and she was left yearning for more, wishing that she could give what Lucy required.

"I can't promise you that it will be pretty...or funny, or even worth it on your part. I just want you to know that...for you...I'll always be that girl who snuck into your bed the other night..." Evy simpered, swallowing the lump in her throat as she loosened the grip around her legs, eventually letting them go till they dropped in front of her and Lucy. This was all her, every single flawed inch that had somehow taken Lucy's attention. There was silence for a moment, her eyes locked with Lucy's.

"Here I am."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

What if. Lucy took the quiet words to hard as the thought it over. She briefly glanced away, as if it helped her find the answer she was looking for. Like she could see it somewhere in the distance. "If it's not, it's not." Lucy spoke honestly, shrugging her shoulders to the fact. She had the overwhelming sense that her answer wouldn't be winning her any points, but it was the best she could think of to express her point. If it wasn't, she wouldn't find interest. And she would move on.

"Good. Cause I don't care about pretty or funny, or any of that shit." She said lightly, despite the potential harshness of her words. Promises never sat well on her shoulders anyway. It just made it easier to be let down, and Lucy wasn't interested in setting herself up for a surefire loss.

There was something raw about her admission. The simplest words that were; Here I am. Lucy stayed silent for a few moments, unsure of what to do or say. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do now. She wasn't used to someone seemingly wanting to spend so much time with her. She really did struggle to believe that it was true. But she wasn't about to voice something like that. "Then don't look so scared." She replied finally, leaning back once more.

"So, any questions for me?" It seemed like a thing to offer given the things she'd asked.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Lucy's replies were blunt, unadorned with meaningless attempts of sounding warm and sweet. Whilst the direct nature of the answers were somewhat jarring and a little bit intimidating Evy knew that it was for the best. If the brown eyed beauty had sugar coated her words then there was little chance that she would understand the foundations of whatever this relationship of their's was. Evy took her time swallowing what was said, digesting the rawness that exuded off Lucy's lips. There was no denying the girl's honesty, let alone her keen observation skills.

The mirror jumper flinched at the remark at looking scared, was it that obvious? The attention now drawn to her own posture forced her to straighten her back, exhale and attempt to regain an air of normality. Lucy wasn't a monster, far from it in fact but simply being around this beautiful human being had completely overturned Evy's state of play. "Who knows...maybe I'm afraid you'll break my nose again." Evy blushed, scratching her shoulder before grabbing a nearby pillow and cradling it in her arms. It was getting chilly.

Any questions for Lucy? the very notion of assuming the role of the interrogator this time brought forth a level of shock. There was so much she wanted to know about the girl, but her mind and her mouth were a jumbled mess, there was little coherence after the emotional withdrawal earlier.

But her lips formed words before her mind did and she was left listening as her question flowed forth from her mouth.

"What's your biggest fear...?", she whispered, giving Lucy a meek grin. She still didn't know why that was first thing she came up with, but it was bound to get an interesting response.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy instantly offered an amused smirk, shaking her head a few times. Her fingers swept through the line of her hair and she briefly turned her gaze towards the floor. "Sawyer broke your nose." Because there was no way she was going to give up on that joke.

"Why do you wanna know that?" She asked quickly, her paranoia flaring up with possibilities. Maybe she wanted to know because Lucy had gotten so much out of her? Maybe this was just a joke. Lucy felt the overwhelming urge to lie. She'd opened up the floor for questions, but wasn't confident she'd offer up the right answers. However, she felt as if it would have been a pretty substantial cop out.

Finally, she conceded with a simple; "Okay, fine."

She laced her hands together in her lap, wasting time by stretching her arms up over her head. Anything to give her a moment or two of spare time before she had to give an answer. Her hands fell back into her lap with a sigh, and she made the point of staring past Evony. "I don't wanna go home. Okay? I just... I can't."

[Evony Vasiliev]

"Hah! I'm never going to get justice for that am I?" Evy smirked, remembering the moment Lucy and Sawyer had found her squealing in a puddle of paint with blood dripping out of her nose. One day Lucy will confess, one day.

It was clear the question had hit a nerve, Lucy's almost instinctual response forced Evy to blink back the sudden defence. Many people would find the thought of revealing their fears uncomfortable, some would hate to relive past trauma or speak of their phobias and Evy actually felt a pang of guilt wrack her soul. Had she delved too deep too early? Embracing the pillow tighter the acrobat took in a deep breath before speaking again, making sure to think before she opened her mouth. "I...I wasn't sure, you don't have to...you know, answer it...", she whispered, furrowing her brow at her own stupidity.

The blue haired thief didn't want the girl to stress over something unnecessary, especially something so personal as her own fears. But before she could erase what she had spoken Lucy had already conceded, ready to answer the question. Evy clutched the pillow, digging her dainty fingers into the plush material as she waited in silence before Lucy spoke.

The answer was not what she expected. She was certain Lucy would shrug it off or give it a one word answer, instead of actually providing Evy with a proper response. It was clearly something that bothered the girl, the very notion of a 'home' striking deep within the pits of Evy's own heart. She had a home, a loving father and a wondrous group of friends but fate thought it best to thrust her away elsewhere into the heart of America. She wished she could return home, and yet part of her wanted to stay and just be a comfort to Lucy, who was clearly affected by her confession.

She was silent before responding, fiddling with the edges of the pillow case and chewing on her lower lip as she thought long and hard. Pressing the issue further would seem rude and inconvenient, she didn't want to cause discomfort let alone send the conversation into depressing territory. Lifting her head up to stare at Lucy, Evy gave her a same grin. "I see, well...I don't need to know anymore than that." She whispered with an even tone, tentatively reaching over to clasp Lucy's slender hand. "You share what you feel comfortable with, I'm not going to force anything..." Evy simpered, clutching the pillow with one hand as her other embraced with Lucy's.

Home was a painful thought for both it seemed.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Deciding to answer truthfully came from the stripping away at many factors. The issue of moving had come up far too recently in a forced session with the stupidly useless Psychiatrist. But for the most part she compiled the list of people closest to her and realised none were as close as some might think. She had no one to talk to if she needed to. It wasn't as if she could talk to her parents either. Even Lucy didn't have the heart to tell them how much she didn't want to be there anymore. And her sister? Well, maybe she'd follow suit in time. Or maybe she'd resent her for it.

"Sweet." Lucy replied shortly. She looked down at her hand as it was taken, jolted by the sudden contact. Not that she minded it. "Good, that's enough honesty for me. I'm not big on giving it up easily."

After another moment or so, Lucy's grin simmered down into something of a more genuine smile. But she looked away shortly after; searching around almost uncomfortably and finally catching sight of the covered rabbit cage. She briefly looked surprised to see it that way before the recent memory hit her. So she reached out and pulled the item of clothing off, freeing the little cage from its hiding place. With a grin Lucy tossed the shirt in her direction. Very funny. Funny and oddly caring.

She stood up, flicking the light on and crossing the room towards her desktop computer. With a small shake of the mouse, it was alight. Lucy swung the chair out and sat down, hauling herself in front of the screen again. "You can put clothes on. Y'know, if you want." She said, her eyes stubbornly connected to the screen, "Or you can stay like that. S'up to you."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy caught the smile, the slight crack in the well used armour. Lucy expressed more in these brief moments, the flitting glimpses of warmth and tenderness that swelled underneath that tough tattooed shell. For now, the barely existent moments of fragility was enough for the acrobat. She knew that Lucy was just as human as her, maybe just a bit more disciplined with her emotions. Leaning backwards with a drawn out sigh Evy watched as the brown eyed beauty fretted in silence, looking for something to do. If she moved this much in her sleep then Evy was bound to wake up several times during the night. But alas! The item of clothing that was tossed in her direction broke the seemingly awkward silence and she let out the faintest of giggles. She would have to apologise to Inky in private later.

Relinquishing her hand once Lucy sprung to her feet and switched on the light Evy was left huddled against the bed, pillow still firmly clasped against her lightly rising and falling chest. Biting her lip she slowly slinked upwards, dragging the T-shirt down as she flopped back down onto the bed, staring at the light above before her eyes began to waver with stars. "Me? Putting clothes on? Why if I remember clearly, the first time we met you and Sawyer had practically stripped me naked." Evy chuckled, rolling over till her gaze fell on Lucy's back.

She lay on the bed for a moment in silence, carefully plucking the lingerie nearest to her and making a pile of the lacy clothing items at the foot of the bed, near Lucy's own pile of stuff. The night had been a strange one, the conversation that was spoken in the forgotten darkness hanging heavy in her mind. There was no pushing forward with the unsettling depth of their earlier emotional confessions, Evy would let Lucy reveal what she wanted to reveal in her own time. So for now Evy happily lay still on the bed, listening to Lucy fiddle away on her computer.

"You know, I've always wondered. Are my feet really that cold?" The blue bird thought aloud, raising her brow as she brought her legs up into the air, staring at her pale toes with a scrutinising gaze. It was a lighthearted change in tone, but still...it actually held some level of genuine curiosity.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"That's Sawyer for ya. Gets girls outta their clothes faster than she learns their names." Lucy replied quickly, smiling to herself with the quirk of her eyebrow. Was it true? Did it even matter? Such was the nature with Sawyer and Lucy - never being completely aware of the truth behind statements. She opened up a random game - a shooter at that. Something to take the edge off, though it was ironic that a game with so much violence provided such comfort in the confused head of Lucy Serrano. Her fingers idly tapped at the desk while the loading screen took up precious time.

Whatever she was doing behind the Australian, it sure didn't sound like she was throwing clothes on. Still, she persevered. Lucy felt she must have been oddly boring for someone so seemingly outlandish. But this was her natural pattern.

"In what sense?" She asked, swinging in her chair and looking over her shoulder. "We talking physically? Metaphorically? Both?" All could be on offer - as far as she was concerned, she'd referenced both in an equal way several times. Lucy ran her hand along her arm, snaking through the sleeve and dragging it upwards. The tattoos on her left arm became a little more visible; the lion near her elbow managing a yawn.

Regardless of the answer, she went with her own thoughts anyway. Physically first; "You do. Probably because you hate socks." And watch, Lucy might make a point of filling her room with the things just for the joke of it all. But metaphorically? "And yeah, you do. You called yourself on it that first night, remember?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy smiled at the sound of the girl's voice, letting the foreign accent swell up within the close quartered space and lull her into a cocoon of well kept joy. Running her hand through her hair the girl rose a well sculpted brow, pursing her lips as she briefly glanced at the screen. A shooter, no suprise really. "Oh both...", she smiled, eyeing up a pair of boxers on the far corner of the bed near the rabbit cage. The blue bird happily nodded as Lucy spoke, sneaking her fingers around the crumpled shorts and yanking them off their post and into her dainty hands. This wasn't stealing, no Evy wouldn't waste her time on a pair of boxers but common sense told her that Lucy was probably better off without a scantily clad acrobat in her room.

Slipping her legs through the silken shorts Evony wiggled her butt so they probably made their way past her thighs. Lucy was distracted so it didn't matter. "Damn, admitting to that was dumb of me", she grunted, arching her back upwards as she tightened the bands around the random boxers. It was true though, she had the moment all those nights ago and cowered like a real pussy. Well, it was a learning curve for the wily thief and she found it quite a relief that Lucy remembered. A good memory was always a helpful trait, a dangerous one as well.

Once her body had flopped down once more after the tedious task of slipping the boxers on Evy lay with limbs spread out, the pillow deftly balanced on her chest. There was quiet, except for the chatter of computerised guns and HD screams from whatever it was Lucy was playing. With a mischievous glint in her eye and lips curled into a rather cheeky grin Evy pointed her foot, hovering it ever so slightly before jabbing the girl in the arm with her toe. "Have you lost yet!?" She blurted, not bothering to hide the giggles, her eyes watching and waiting for the incoming reaction. "Tetris totally bangs whatever it is you're playing, grand master right here baby!" Evy smirked, pointing at herself before letting loose a strained yawn.

"You know, I always saw you as the Japanese RPG type", she stated, pursing her lips whilst glancing at the Landscape drawn onto Lucy's wall. It was very pretty.