One Foot on the Ledge (Evony)

[Evony Vasiliev]

A strained gasp escaped Evony's lips as Lucy continued her relentless assault on Evy's integrity as a person. Was it that hard to believe that even a petty criminal could feel affection? Evy rummaged through her mind to decipher the reasoning behind Lucy's doubt. Was it something she said earlier? Was it because she didn't sound convincing enough? Had Lucy simply given up on any sort of human connection exceeding the shallow? Theories and possibilities lined up one after the other as the girl desperately attempted to emphasise her point.

Why was this so hard? Why did Lucy need to know so badly?

"Because I won't gain anything from lying to you!" Evy pleaded, allowing the quickened breaths to escape her rosy red lips. What else could Lucy want, an encyclopaedia detailing every little reason why the Blue bird had fallen for her? Did she require a lie detector? The very notion that the tattooed beauty thought her a lying wench hurt like nothing else. Didn't her deepest and most protected feelings mater?

Every passing second was like a final warning from fate itself. Everything the thief did to convince the girl of her dream was tossed aside, rendered impotent by Lucy's sheer lack of understanding. But the threat was enough to strike her to her very core. A cold sensation crept up from the base of her spine and spread its icy tendrils into Evy's diminutive form. Lucy was willing to leave her just like that. After everything that had been confessed, after every heartbreaking admittance Evy was still left in the cold.

Her knees wobbled, hands desperately clutching the side of the desk as a shallow breath escaped her lips. There was no lie in Lucy's words, she meant it. Evy couldn't afford to lose the girl, not after everything she had gone through during her life. Losing another would just be the final nail in her coffin.

"I... Lucy I..I did it because I got jealous...", the confession forced her head low, humiliated with the admittance. Her body felt numb, and her mouth felt weak. This was her last resort. "I couldn't bear the sight of you kissing him. This perfect human, tall and handsome and everything I'm not! Look at this and compare me with that guy!" She cried out, motioning down to her body with her trembling hands. Scrawny, pale and unattractive. "You were the first person I have ever opened up to, the first person! I...I didn't want be some random girl you kept on the side..." Her breathing was now audible, breaching hyperventilation. "It was fucking stupid and I know now that you won't take me back..."she whispered, closing her eyes with the confession. Anything to block out the girl standing over her.

Manicured nails broke the skin in her dainty palms and trickling crimson seeped into the crevices of her quivering fingers. But she did not notice. It was her heart that ached.

"I'm sorry Lucy..." She whimpered, not bothering to hide her anguish any further. There was now no defence left that Lucy hadn't broken. Evy slumped onto the table with her face in her hands, shivering from the humiliating taste of defeat. That was all she had.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The need to know outweighed the need for everything else. The need to piece the puzzle together was the most important thing left in Lucy's mind. If it didn't make sense, she couldn't possibly hope to make peace with it. So much so that she found herself willing to walk away from whatever this was. It would have been difficult - to walk away and never know the answer - but it would have been imperative. Moving on had never been her forte. Not until the chapter was closed. The proverbial book finished.

"You won't gain shit from keeping things from me, either." She retorted, as if it needed to be said. Normally she would assume not, but Evony seemed to need things spelled out for her. And while Lucy was hardly one to do that, she'd make an exception for this moment in time.

Lucy tossed the briefest of glances over her shoulder towards the closed door. She could do it. She could give up on all of this if she had to. But looking back at Evony, she waited. One final chance, one final shot.

The floor was hers. Whether she took it or not was entirely up to her.

Jealousy. It was almost as bitter a drug as anger. She'd been known to suffer from it too, but never to this extent. If nothing else, the extremity of her actions worked in her favour towards her own confession. But damn, it was tough. The shot of self-pity... She could do without. Lucy barely had the strength to keep herself up at times, but she managed. What good would she be to someone who couldn't do them same?

She swallowed back the lump in her throat; the type that came from the simmering shot of adrenalin as it wore off slowly. That Dom would be the perfect person? She cast her gaze down to the floor. God, no. He was imperfect. It was what made him human. It was what made him capable of being her friend. Jealousy; "That doesn't mean you get to deck people when you're pissed off. You were wrong, anyway. It was just a joke."

Lucy took a breath, drawing in and exhaling slowly on a sigh. It was true that she'd thought Dom was her boyfriend. Had she not cleared that up? She said that so long ago she almost didn't recognise the notion. To be the first person she'd opened up to was rattling to her instincts. She wasn't that person.

"Don't apologise to me." She wasn't the one with a darkened cheek and - more than likely - a bruised ego. The hint of blood settled in her eyes as she watched the other take no notice of it. The thing that dawned on her most was how fragile the person before her was. It was if a piece of her was gone; forever missing, and somehow Lucy had become the thing that replaced it. The thing that held the rest of it together.

When did that happen?

Confusion replaced her frustrated tone. "I don't know much, but I know I'm not the person you think I am." She responded quietly. She wasn't a lifeline for anyone. She could barely be a support network for her sister, much less someone so interested in her. She waved a hand between them; "I mean, we're not-" A defined thing. Whatever they were, it didn't warrant potent jealousy, surely.

"I get it now." Lucy admitted, stepping back to lean against the door. As everything fell, so did the pressure back on her shoulders. "You're into your idea of me."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy remained frozen in place, her petite figure slumped atop the desk, surrounded by a myriad of shiny miscellany and knick knacks. This was her nest, a little base of all the things she adored, or thought she adored. Why did she take them? The girl had never properly asked herself that, or maybe simply avoided asking herself that for fear of facing the truth. But now her stolen goods provided her no solace, no comfort or pleasure like they should. The gold had lost its lustre, the the silver it's sheen and the candy it's brilliant hue of joyful colour. None of this was her own. Nothing was her own it seemed.

The girl was silent, listening to Lucy with ears that wanted to run away from the truth. Where was the distraction, where was her safety net to fall back on? Non-existent, a figment of the joy she felt back home with her beloved family. Oh the things the girl would do to run back to them, regardless of the potential danger she'd face if she returned.

The slick sensation of blood on her hands momentarily awoke her from her suffocating daze, it was fitting. Hadn't lady Macbeth experienced the same thing. Letting out a low sigh, she gingerly wiped the blood onto her dress, scrunching up her hands in a silent protest against the pain that feebly screamed out to be noticed. This was nothing but a flesh wound, quite literally. Her father would know what to do, probably give her a stern lecture about letting your emotions take control but lovingly tend to the wound like any doting guardian should.

"I know. I know we're not." She spoke, her voice hollow and devoid anything more than the trembling remains of her exhaustion. The girl's focus was now completely on her hands, the perpetrators of her sins. They could pop locks, snatch phones and Hotwire cars and now they were numb, as if they were no longer part of her body. A mannequin's limb. "But you know. Those nights...those nights I actually felt something." She whispered, as if she were talking to her shadow. The girl cradled her hand on top of her thighs, keeping pressure on her wrist and allowing her eyes to trace over wrinkles in her palm. Lucy held these hands.

Was all of that an illusion? A cruel mirage?

Her peripherals warned her of Lucy's gradual retreat to the door, an action which plunged her heart into a shattered abyss. Of course she was leaving. Evy stayed still, attempting to retain some composure during this standoff. "You seem to know a lot about me Lucy." She uttered without expression, blinking back the remnants of a tear before raising her gaze to the tragically beautiful girl on the other end of the room. "You know what? Maybe that's true, maybe you're right and I've dived into something that never existed. But what I can tell you...is that you are the best thing that's happened to me since I arrived here. I don't care if you don't believe it, just know that I'm grateful." The thief whispered, her words piercing the darkness that loomed overhead. With the most fragile hint of a simper tugging at the corners of her lips, the girl's mind retraced back to that first night with the girl.

The first night she had shattered her guard.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Despite her hollowed tone, there was something reassuring about the way she spoke. That she knew they weren't whatever Lucy might have suggested they weren't. They weren't a couple - they had no hold over each other and no fitting reason for jealousy. Lucy was free to kiss others, whether on a dare or not. Evony was free to have found someone else the night her inebriated self had stumbled back into Lucy's room. And despite how she would have protested that it didn't matter, Lucy knew she'd have felt a subtle sting of something. Maybe it would have been jealousy. Maybe just a flesh wound.

"I know you did." She replied. The inkling of her feelings had been obvious, but the depth was not. The depth was what had her so worried.

Lucy glanced up at the ceiling, folding her arms as she stayed rested against the door. This was why she made a point of not getting involved with other people in any capacity beyond friendship. It was messy. So much so that it was scary. Life had been better when she'd been as oblivious as some others. "I seem to." Lucy repeated as fact. Whether it was or wasn't had never been her call to make. But the simple statement had been closed on Evony's part, so perhaps it was true.

"Hey, I never said this was nothing. Just... Don't talk me up." She said, with a palm raised in her direction; a silent stop. "You haven't been here long enough to experience anything better; to experience a good thing." Surely there had to be some truth to that statement. While she could see the sentiment being built for her, there were still heavy facts in place that clouded Lucy's ability to believe. "I'm not planning on standing here and telling you why you're wrong about me. I don't have the time. Or the energy."

"And-" Her lips twisted into something of a frown, her eyebrows furrowed; "You're just wrong about me." With that she pushed off the door, raising her shoulders in an attempt to stretch the tension-filled muscles of her back. Turning on a foot, she rested her hand against the doorknob and twisted it open.

"You'll figure that out eventually."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy felt her nerves shudder, the terror from earlier culminating into a horrendous sensation which took her body by force. Why did this always happen? Why did her fear always take the better of her and force her into action? The jealousy was a passing chapter of ill timed stupidity and naive childishness but now all Evy could feel was the empty weight of loss. It was peculiar, having every fibre of her innocent infatuation torn down and stomped on by the girl who was the target of said attraction. Evy's mind was empty, the only thing she was assured of was her own throbbing heartbeat, the steady rhythm pounding into her ears.

She didn't want Lucy to leave. Not like this anyway. But a quiet voice told her there was no use, that Lucy was a relentless juggernaut that the thief was just a fragile obstacle in the way.

"I've been in America for a while and done stupid things. But I know what I say is true." Evy stated, weakly combing her hands through the knotted mess of blue hair. The conviction in her own voice was enough to take her off guard. "I don't know what made you the way you were but I'm not going to allow your negativity and cynicism to fuck with what I see", she frowned, glancing out the window before glancing at Lucy. She was so far away now.

The girl was taking her leave, a more painful departure than what the Blue bird wished but a nagging sensation in the back of her mind was springing forth. The girl's last ounces of stubbornness finally taking charge of her tongue. This time there was something Evy had to know, to make whatever this was the slightest bit clearer in her head. "Did you feel anything? Anything at all? Or was it just all me, chasing a pipe dream?" She whispered, her voice steady but her brow furrowed. The Blue bird tensed up, forcing every facet of her being to get prepared for what she expected to be the final bullet into her heart.

What was she expecting from such a statement? Evy wasn't entirely sure, especially since she was dealing with someone as aloof as Lucy. But the fleeting sense of hope that clawed out desperately in the pits of her chest required she know, that she achieve some level of peace with this all.

Even if it hurt.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy remained silent, unsure of what to say when someone spoke so directly to her like that. She could offer it by the bucket load, but taking it on was another thing entirely. Staring through the door into the common room, Lucy searched for something to keep an eye on. To keep her grounded. She offered a small shrug, though she wasn't sure if she was being watched either way; "It'll do that all by itself."

But she had to pause and take stock. So Lucy took the time to think of what she was supposed to say. Of all the things she could have said to convey what was going on in her head. "Should I piss around the subject for ages or do you want your answer direct?" She asked, though it was mostly rhetorical. Stopping in the doorway, Lucy hovered as her eyes searched the common room. She wasn't sure what was expected of her, or what Evony wanted her to say.

Part of her was still convinced the blue haired wonder was obsessed and invested in someone who didn't exist.

"Yeah, I do." She breathed with a sigh, letting her shoulders drop as if the statement alone defeated her. Direct answers were things she rarely gave. But when you want something, you go after it. At least, that's what she'd been told.

But before the situation could dwell on her own confession, she whirled around and stared at the other girl. "Do not punch any one of my friends ever again. It took me a long time to find them, and I don't need you pissing that away because you can't get your shit together." She flared up again, raising a hand and pointing in her direction. "And another thing. Don't just turn up in my room uninvited. I swear; half the time you do, I want to punch you for being there."

[Evony Vasiliev]

It took a surprising level of self control to stifle the grin that was ushered onto her face after the rhetorical question. Even after a vicious tirade of bitter feelings Lucy still proved herself the reigning queen of snark, offering the Blue bird some comfort before the inevitable descent into nihilism and pitiful anguish. It was probably better that way, clinging on to the last shred of comfort she found so endearing about Lucy in the first place.

Her gaze was level with the tattooed beauty's shoulder's, even elevated by the table the thief still found herself shorter than Lucy. Maybe it was better that way, every hidden twitch that passed its way into Lucy's arms was caught by the Blue bird's gaze. Her posture still needed work but then again, Evy knew now was not the time to even mention that. Taking in a deep breath she waited, wincing slightly as the warm air began to dry the wound on her hand.

Yeah, I do

It took a while, longer than it should've really. What Evy's paranoia begged her to watch out for had instead been completely misshapen and disfigured into a particularly unexpected reply. A sharp gasp shot up the length of Evy's throat, eyebrows momentarily perked for a mere second before returning to their home above the shimmering blue eyes. It was present tense as well! How the hell could Lucy remain this mysterious without being on a watch list for criminals.

The mood expectedly shifted just as the realisation settled in, well more forced than shifted. It made sense though and Evy could only move so quick to cover the blush adorning her cheeks with her blood stained hands. She sat silent, blinking with every jab of Lucy's finger. Whilst the shots at her behaviour were stern, and especially scary considering they were hollered at her with an Australian accent Evy felt a relieved sensation trickle into her body. Some warmth had returned, and her heart fluttered alongside the instinctual cringing from Lucy's berating.

"Okay, okay, okay...", the thief repeated quietly, staring at her feet to avoid the angry glare and hide the smirk that threatened to ripple across her peachy lips. "I'll...I'll apologise to him...", she frowned, pursing her lips as her mind rummaged through whatever strategy she could manage. Apologising took effort and if she was to say sorry to the pretty boy then she'd do it on her own terms. "...and fine! It was a depressing room anyways!", she growled back, wincing at the very obvious grin tugging at one half of her face. It didn't seem appropriate, but then again...she deserved to have some morbid little fun after that heated argument.

A moment of silence passed and the diminutive teenager let out a low sigh, glancing at her wounded palm and flickering her gaze back to the mirror. Damn, crying was not a good look. "You're not going yet are you...?" She murmured, staring into her reflection and cringing at the sheer risk of asking something like that. It was a gambit, but at this time the porcelain skinned girl had nothing to lose if she gambled so recklessly.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Good. Lucy settled on a sigh, raising her pointed finger to the rest and running it through her hair to straighten whatever strands might have fallen in the disarray. She was glad she didn't have to articulate any further points, because her next words were going to mention apologising to a certain douchey French guy for her dumbass behaviour. It was going to be uncomfortable, and maybe even a little pathetic. But it was necessary. "Good luck with that." She doubted Dom would appreciate it - once he made his mind up that was generally it. But she'd appreciate it. And maybe that was enough.

"Great. Then you'll be pleased with the sudden lack of mirrors or reflective surfaces." Lucy retorted, making a mental note to cover her computer screen as Lyra suggested. If it broke, she might actually kill someone. "The door. It's gonna be your new best friend."

Silence washed over her in a wave, and Lucy quelled the feeling that she'd made a mistake by admitting anything. Because somehow - in some twisted way - she felt she'd owed the other girl that much. She'd punched her friend, and she likely knew that Lucy wasn't okay with it. And wasn't going to be okay with it for some time. It was a huge step backwards really, but everything wasn't at a complete stop. "Why? What else do you want?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

The very notion of kissing the feet of the spoilt French boy made the porcelain skinned girl shudder, there was no conceivable way in which she would come out happier for doing such a thing. Tightening her brow and letting a sharp exhale she had I forcibly keep her palm open, lest she wanted more blood to trickle out of the miniature punctures in her skin. The air had somehow lost its heated tension, although she'd be a fool to avoid the lingering stress that weighed onto her shoulders. Combating a rage induced Lucy was not an enjoyable task, not at all.

"The door? Urgh eww...", she scowled, scrunching her toes as she carefully propped herself back on to her feet, still mildly averting Lucy's gaze. The conversation seemed minor after the tumultuous sparring that occurred earlier but it seemed necessary, whatever this was it proposed a learning curve for both girls. Being scolded about her peculiar habits such as breaking and entering and thievery was jarring, but if it meant keeping Lucy close then so be it. She'd endure the tediousness of assuming the rules of a normal person.

The next question somewhat took the blue bird off guard, mainly because she still had little idea as to why she asked it in the first place. At the moment she was tip toeing on ice, and traversing the very fragile link that still existed between the both of them. "I...I mean uhh... I'm bleeding and I may need help going to the clinic. Just in case I faint from blood loss and stuff.", she spurted out in an attempt to sound as sincere as possible. Anything to mend her hand and what had been grossly mutulated by her attack on Dom.

"But if you have games to go back to then I guess yeah...I don't know. Shit I really messed this up didn't I?", she murmured, staring into the distance as she clutched her wrist tight, the swollen veins spiderwebbing down her dainty arm. It was true though, how was she to behave normally with the attack on the beautiful douche in the back of her mind? Surely if she felt this then Lucy must've as well, which was a disturbing thought indeed.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy instinctively narrowed her eyes on the other girl, in a less aggressive way than she previously had. The act was driven by confusion above anything else. The air of tension had all but lifted, save for lingering moment here or there. But if nothing else, her ability to make light of a previously dense situation was impressive.

With a sigh - a begrudgingly offered one at that - Lucy closed the door and crossed the distance between them. She knelt down and took hold of her hands, inspecting them with a scrutinising expression. Fingernails could do damage, but it couldn't be so significant that it warranted a trip to the clinic. Those guys were mostly douches anyway. And they'd turn it into a big thing and ugh. Not worth it.

"It's fine, okay?" She replied finally, keeping her eyes down low, "Just shut up about it." With a tentative hold on each hand, Lucy curled her fingers around Evony's to keep them closed. A little pressure and she'd be fine, but the Australian was careful where she placed her own hands. "You're not going to the clinic. That's a stupid idea." Harsh words lacked their usual sharpened tone.

But being nice hardly ever suited her unless the situation really called for it. "We're..." She paused briefly, finally glancing back up at her and tilting her head slightly; "Just don't push me. We're barely even friends right now, do you get that?" Lucy paused again. It was a difficult thing to try and express while working to keep a lid on any excess emotional response. "Half the time I look at you, I want to kick you in the face." She'd later call it something of a revenge induced mechanism. Dom might have been a douche, but he was her douchey-friend. She'd known him for a long time now, in comparison to the month or so in which she'd known Evony. He sort of came first, as difficult as that was to admit.

"Only half the time." She repeated, because that felt important to reiterate.

[Evony Vasiliev]

A flash of a grin sped across Evy's lips and quickly danced into a bashful oblivion, her face returning to its neutral porcelain as the sound of the door closing clicked into the atmosphere. As much as she wanted to chuckle at the display there was still the lingering vitriol tugging at her tongue, her head was clearer now and anything Lucy shot at her would be handled appropriately. Still, the thief could not help but sigh a relief when Lucy returned to her, only taking a moment to glance at the girl's face before withdrawing her eyes down to her hands.

Lucy's hands were warm, like they always were, but wary. It was understandable, so much so that the blue bird could actually empathise with the tattooed girl for doing so. There was no rushing back into that territory and she happily allowed the girl to inspect the punctured flesh with a content simper, only pausing to view the gradual setting of the sun at the edge of the horizon. It was pretty, hues of warm orange and vibrant violet's intermingled like a canvas covered in pastel vomit.

"Yeah, okay. Two hot acquaintances, I get that", she sniffed with the hint of a snort, withdrawing her hands and returning them to the safe position clasped onto her shoulders. It was pleasant having Lucy close again, but the thief knew not to the tempt the tiger that lurked within the untraceable mists of the Australian. Facing it once was more than enough and she intimately knew the dangers of baiting an infuriated Lucy. But then again, a bit of wordplay after a fiery climax was always a heat opportunity to release some steam.

"I can only wonder what you want to do to me the other half of the time", Evy smirked wryly, fiddling with the tips of her cerulean hair as she gave Lucy the briefest of gazes. She didn't look like the sort to kick another, but then again Evy was quite short so reaching that height wouldn't be that much of a challenge. "You'd need to catch me first." She uttered with glint of challenge, stretching her arms behind her back in an attempt to refresh her number joints.

It was going to be a long process rebooting and exceeding what had been started but Evy knew in her heart that it was for the best. A very wise decision actually.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Lucy chided, glancing up at her with intrigue on her face. "Because if so, you really do suck at them." She vaguely recalled using the same words when she'd encountered the girl after she'd been drinking.

She frowned briefly when Evony took her hands away. Fine. She could handle it herself. "If you stop punching my friends you might find out." Lucy retorted, raising an eyebrow briefly as she watched her press her hands to her shoulders before shaking her head. Nevertheless, she brought herself up a few points higher. Lucy crinkled her nose for a moment as she leaned in closer, hovering with little distance between them.

"I caught you today, so..." Lucy replied with a small shrug, the hint of a grin appearing at the corner of her mouth. "Even if you ran for two days. Which, by the way, was probably the worst decision you've made since punching my friend."

That was a joke. One that would likely die hard. "Do you know how angry some people get when people avoid them?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

"Take it or leave it Serrano, I actually found it quite chuckle worthy." Evy huffed, nodding her head with the conviction that her little jab was enough to warrant itself as a compliment. She called the girl hot, how else could that be taken? Shaking her head lightly the thief took in a deep breath, the lemony caffeine that exuded off Lucy swelling up inside her like a hit of ecstasy.

Glancing down at the girl's arms Evy let out a brief sigh, blinking away any excess remnants of the moisture that stubbornly refused to stop earlier. The beast that resided on Lucy's arm had retreated, well it looked like it had, and wasn't being its usual prickly self whenever the blue bird happened to piss of the Australian. "Okay fine. Don't punch anymore of Lucy's friends. But if Lyra keeps on being a brat to me I may return that little gift she gave to me last time!" Evy frowned, brushing her hand against her breast, the very place the younger mirror jumper had sucker punched a few weeks back.

The brief flashback turned out to provide quite the smokescreen for the blue haired girl, for she was so distracted by the thoughts of smacking the rookie that when Lucy leaned in she let out the faintest of gasps. What was she doing? Testing her? Swallowing heavily Evy glanced away briefly, not daring to look at the girl's lips. The blush began to return to her cheeks. "You didn't catch me...I let you in" Evy rubutted quietly, afraid to speak any louder for fear that she might scare Lucy away from being so close.

"Well you know, I had stuff to do and people to see...", she mumbled weakly, pursing her lips as she gave a newly created pile of jewellery a wary glance. Yep, two days of work that one. Gazing back at Lucy the diminutive swindler gave her the briefest of smiles, only to stop when the brown eyed beauty stated her next little gem of intruige. What a peculiar mystery Lucy was.

"You can't be serious. You actually got angry? Was it because you missed the feeling of wanting to kick me in the face or was the lack of warmth in your bed making you uneasy?" She said in a deadpan voice, actually chewing on the hard truth that Lucy had just given to her. It made sense though, being purposefully avoided was both a pain in the ass and shot in the heart. "Well I guess...I could've maybe handled things a bit better...", Evy murmured, still studying the beautifully intricate designs adorning Lucy's visible skin.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I don't want the name of that gift." Lucy replied with a simple raise of her eyebrows. "Besides, she sleeps with a bat. I dunno how much you'd be able to lay into her without getting a swift one to the skull."

Lucy allowed her proximity to linger. Confidence was a driving factor in a majority of the things she did; it was what allowed her to blatantly storm into number four-oh-three with such ease. Another kind might have shied away. "But you didn't have to, now did you." She replied with a small nod to the fact. In her mind, getting the door to open was a type of victory within itself. One she finally had the time to celebrate. It was called winning in every sense of the word. She got herself let in.

"Oh yeah, I believe that one." She said with a grin. Who, Sawyer? Lucy had already run into her yesterday, and she'd barely seen the mirror jumper. Lyra? Where did she think Lucy had gotten her information from?

Lucy briefly reeled back with a quiet laugh, tossing her head to one side before reverting in close again. "Nah, I asked my boyfriend to stay over. He needed someone to ice his cheek." Because really, how could anyone believe she would have a thing for Dom? That within itself was completely laughable, right? Yeah, totally. What a total douche. Seriously.

"You'll know better for next time." Lucy added, shrugging at the thought that there would be a next time. She didn't doubt it. Evony was a straight up hit of confusion that she'd probably never understand. She could feel the other girl's gaze drift from her own, perhaps finding something more interesting to look at then her eyes. So she mentally shrugged to herself. "Hello? I'm going now. To my room. Where I live. Without major reflective surfaces."

With the proximity working in her favour, Lucy decided to mentally shrug off her doubts for a brief moment or two. She reached out and curled her fingers into the fabric of Evony's collar, drawing her attention in as she moved forward to kiss her. It stark cry from the proverbial onslaught that had happened on the street, or the kiss she'd unknowingly received in her sleep; soft and simple. An act designed to keep her off guard. To keep her on her toes.

And because, well... Why not?

She lingered where she was as she drew back, waiting in the briefest moment before standing upright and stretching her arms out. Cue the subtle hint of tattoos above and below the waistline before she turned her back on the other girl. "I'll text you or something. Y'know, if I want you around later." Lucy offered, tossing the joke over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door again. At least now she could leave with ease.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy could not comprehend just how badly she was attracted to this girl, this beautifully raw female with a temper like a Russian drip sergeant and the looks of a grungy princess. Evy's tongue rolled around in her mouth, flicking the stud that lay dormant on the moist flesh as she internally combatted the desire to swoon over how close Lucy was. It was no lie that Evy was being as careful as she could, especially after the vicious onslaught that left her with bleeding palms and red eyes.

Offering Lucy a slightly embarrassed simper, the thief pinched a lock of cerulean hair in her fingertips, taking in a deep breath before letting her voice flow. "I didn't have to but I guess...I wanted to. I missed seeing you." She confessed quietly, stretching the blue strands of her hair in an attempt to comb out any stray knot. Damn, Lucy was good at this even if she didn't know it. Who knows what would have happened if Evy left her outside, stubbornly hiding in her nest like a real coward.

A light chuckles managed to escape her lips at the mention of the 'boyfriend'. Now that was a sticky subject in need of one final clarification but at that moment the Blue bird didn't care. She enjoyed the sound of Lucy's laugh, it was pretty. A far cry from the wrath laden tirade she forced the diminutive thief to experience earlier that afternoon. "Oh fair enough. I'm sure he enjoyed that, poor booboo", she pouted, not bothering to hide the mischievous glint in her eye. He was still a prick regardless of how good looking he was.

The moment of silence where she was solely focused on Lucy's tattoos was strangely therapeutic, as if the ink was slowly taking new shape and shifting forms within the figures themselves. Evy could spend hours just staring at the wondrous designs but it seemed Lucy had a better idea, seemingly announcing her exit in a very Sawyer-esque way.

"Oh haha you jus -" Evy's attempt at some snarl was cut short, replaced with a light gasp when she felt something tug at her collar, something warm. The thief was usually prepared for most situations, she needed fast reflexes to even be considered a proper pickpocket but this time...well she was completely caught off guard. In an instant she had Lucy, yes Lucy, kiss her from out of nowhere. A sudden jolt instantly tingled past the girl's lips, down her throat into the warmth of her belly and then shooting down to the very tips of her toes. A low coo managed to escape her lips, the sweet and soft sounds providing a little lullaby to the impromptu kiss.

Evy was in a daze, her cheeks were flushed and when Lucy finally brought her head back she found her lips following after like she wanted more. The thief opened her mouth only to close it right after as she trawled through her mental list of "appropriate things to say after someone surprises you', but there was nothing. Just sweet bliss and smile that could not help but dance across her lips. Her gaze was drawn to the Australian's waistline, a mere glimpse showing the flash of a feather and the fluttering of wings. But it passed by almost as quickly as she had seen them and the porcelain skinned troublemaker was left completely enraptured with what just happened.

Her gaze followed Lucy's form, lips pursed into a thin line as she attempted to think of something to say. C'mon Evy! She can't beat you that easily! "Yeah...uhh sure, just...just don't rush about it or anything.." She stammered in the least graceful way possible. Wow, good thing no one was recording this. "Well shit..." Evy muttered, bringing her hands to her head as she watched the tattooed girl depart, blinking back the sheer surprise of what just happened.

Everything just seemed to get that little bit clearer. What a relief that was.