Come Bail Me Outta This (Ev)

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evony kept her eyes solely on her feet, not daring to look around anymore for fear of Lucy catching her gaze and burning her with the angry glare. Everything she said was tossed right back at her, only much more viciously and merciless. The brown eyed beauty clearly wasn't the sort to soften her blows and the thief flinched at every snapping consonant that burst out of the Australian's rapidly firing mouth. Was there any point arguing with this girl? The answer was obvious and Evony could not grasp how iron willed the tattooed girl was.

The Blue Bird tried her best to ignore the toxic vitriol and force her mind to return to the original objective, Kimmy's honour...but it was becoming increasingly harder the more and more Lucy relented. Every word was a bitter knife which slashed deeper and deeper and it was only until she caught the slightest whisper did her heart drop.

I'm not happy.

The statement caught her off guard, practically joking any possible rebuttal that lingered in her throat. A numbness washed over her and the girl felt the sickly hollow feeling swell up even more in the pit of her stomach. What could she say to that? Did she not try her best to keep this beautiful and dangerous girl happy?

It was a smack in the face and Evy's mouth hung limp, her breathing short, shallow and tormented. A throbbing guilt quickly wracked her mind and the girl clutched her body tight, hoping to wrong out the chill that had descended on her.

The revival of an old sin only sparking the anguished turmoil deep within.

"I thought...I thought we had passed that..." Her voice was little more than a whisper, any louder and she was certain her throat would force a sob or two. "I can't see her hurt like that Lucy. Not like what happened yesterday..." The girl admitted feebly, holding onto the last stronghold that remained in her mind. Kimmy deserved more than that, she was an innocent party...thrust into maelstrom that was this thing Evony and Lucy shared.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Evony's expression to Lucy's admission was lost on her; from this angle, she couldn't see anything even if she did look up. But while the floor had her eyes, it didn't have her attention. She was attuned to every single sound around her, flinching at the smallest shift made by her counterpart or the outside world. Her nerves were ready to launch her up to her feet and out the door the second she needed them to. The second things got too real, too expressive or too raw.

But this - this fight, if that was what it was to be called - was dirty. Evony's opening statement had been ripe with low blows and the Australian saw no other response viable. She had to bite back. It was how she was wired; every fiber of her being called to her defenses.

To build the walls high and hide the impending empire.

"You're the one talking about behavioural normality." Lucy fired sharply, though her voice remained quiet. She didn't need to yell for her poison to take effect. But she knew her aim was true; that Evony harboured resentment for her own actions, and therefore the hit would be effective - destructive.

But she wasn't done. She'd barely started, "It's ironic." She pursed her lips and rocked back in her seat slightly. She raised her head up, her eyes gliding right past Evony and up to the ceiling. She wanted to laugh at the irony. Though her mind compelled her to, her body fought against the urge. "You get to spit insults as much as you want. What - because I can take it, and she can't? Do you realise how fucked up that is? That-" But before the Australian could even finish that thought, another sprung to mind.

"Why are you coming at me in her defense?" Lucy asked, as if dumbfounded by the words passing through her lips, "If she's got a problem, she's got a mouth. She's got words; she can say so." Flicking her dark gaze back suddenly, Lucy pushed up and brought herself to stand. Staring at Evony, she felt her eyebrows furrow - confusion settling in on another level.

But it wasn't confusion. It was a forming realision. And so Lucy wasn't staring, she was scrutinising; "Who is she?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evony's gaze was one of wounded reproach, the stinging barbs of Lucy's anger slipping like ivy blades into the skinny thief's core. It took a moment to harden herself and allow the sharp breaths to pass through her teeth. The girl was silent, thinking with a furrowed brow and clenched fists. She had come unarmed, facing a foe she both adored and dreaded. She should've learnt from the first time, but stubbornness and her loyalty to a beloved friend demanded some action be taken; even if said action was now shaking and pale faced.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be, was it?

Digging her nails into her forearm the girl sat motionless atop the bunk, heart pounding and head throbbing. Her mind was racing to keep up with the original plan, the horrendous outcome of yesterday's massive failure. But the more Lucy continued, the more Evy felt the sickening weight tugging at her heart.

"Kimmy won't do that!" Evy cried back, frustrated that she even had to explain that. Why else would have she started this in the first place? Not to get into another argument with fiery spat with Lucy of course. But, that was going to be inevitable, wasn't it?

"I can't let something like that happen to her after all the shit she's been through okay.." Evy trembled, attempting to keep her tone levelled and her eyes on nothing in particular. "She didn't deserve that..." And even then, those words felt like ash on Evy's tongue. Lucy didn't deserve what happened behind her back either.

The direct question, with the hard brown eyes bearing into her brought a pang of terror through the Blue bird. Her eyes darted everywhere and her arms were numb from squeezing them so hard. No, not this question. Not after everything that they've been through. Evy's mouth hung limp, the sounds of quickening breaths the only sound to be made. Her cheeks were flushed with a deep pink.

"I...she's - " the girl's throat began to tighten, her lips hot with the hidden sin. "She's...my friend. And...-" Another pause, her hands were now firmly clasped on the end of the gleaming waterfall of blue. Her scalp was beginning to sting. As hard as she tried she couldn't look at Lucy, not with this on her mind. How could've she let this happen? Would a lie suffice? Was it to forever be the guilty secret? The thief blinked once, twice and a third time, her eyelids rapid shutters as her mind panicked and her hands shook.

Evony could feel the blood rush out of her face.

"Lucy I... forgive me..." She whispered, more frightened and ashamed then she had ever been before. She did not even have the dignity to look the Australian in the eyes, that would only cut deeper. Lucy certainly didn't deserve this.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Like I care what she's been through." Lucy retorted. To her, it didn't matter. That wasn't even relevant. Given that Evony had no idea of the Australian's personal situation - and visa versa - it clearly confused her as to why that was suddenly a thing worth mentioning. Besides, it wasn't as if Lucy had done anything to her. "The more fragile the person, the more worthy? Aren't you fucking noble."

Nerves in her features. Colour on her face. Usually she knew what that meant, subtle as it might have been. Usually she relished in the sight of those involuntary hints and signs. But this was different.

And on her own face, she was showing nothing of major emotional significance. It was the kind of face Evony had been shown before; that of a calculating Lucy. She had a thought or a theory in her head, and she was searching for the truth. The answer. It felt like her entire emotional system - fragile as it was - was shutting off in stages, like light stitches in a building. She could register it happening, but she couldn't do anything about it.

So she stared. She searched. She did everything but sympathise, even when she was faced with a rare, potent mixture of fright and shame. The request for forgiveness seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"For what?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

What retorts may have been used were now nothing but dry air in the back of Evy's mouth, the potent anger from Lucy flaring up all around her. The girl was so close, yet so painfully far away that the guilt and panic only seemed to escalate. The acrobat knew she wasn't wisest or kindest girl around, but to have the small shred of honour she possessed torn down only made the entire process all the more jarring. Everything that came out of Lucy's mouth were painful, venomous truths that buried deep in Evony's sprinting heart. There was no stopping the onslaught, and part of her demanded she suffer through it because of her sins. "That's not what I meant..." she whimpered, her voice strained and her words drenched in fright.

The Blue Bird had lost any semblance of the entitled confidence she possessed earlier on, having Lucy's cold features study her made the thief feel much smaller and feeble. Her body was screaming at her to run, because running away was not the cowardly thing to do but the safe thing to do. But the faintest whisper forced her to reconsider and face the brown eyed beauty like a real woman.

Her eyes flickered for the briefest second, passing over Lucy in a mere second of panic.

There was no warmth, no smirk, no mean smile or cocked eyebrow. The sight of Lucy's expression sent a shiver down the girl's spine and she felt her body reeling backwards, seeking out the comfort of the wall once more.

Her hands shuddered and her knees locked beneath her, blood pooling at the bottom of her feet and tingling like it was being stung by bursts of fire. The hollow feeling in her stomach began to expand and she felt the very air get pushed out of her lungs.

"I..."

She tried looking at Lucy, but tore her gaze away just as quickly.

"A... few weeks back..."

Evony's mind went blank, there was nothing but the heavy throbbing.

"I...Kimmy and I, we..." Evony's mouth went limp and she could feel the knot in her throat grow tighter. "we kissed..."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

At first, Lucy didn't know what to do. It was a rare moment where her words - whatever they might have been - would have surely failed her. She closed her mouth slowly, lips pursing into a stunned line. It was the simplicity of her initial movements that betrayed her; the way surprised forced her eyebrows to lower in apparent confusion.

But it wasn't really a surprise. She'd all but figured out what had happened before the words left Evony's mouth. She wasn't an idiot; Lucy Serrano was far from that. There had been a trail of clues throughout the whole conversation, and now that she looked back, she could find them all.

For once, things had fallen into place; "Get out."

But her voice was soft; such a gentle tone that suited the sweeter qualities to the Australian's voice. In a lighter moment, it might have been worth questioning. "I said get the fuck out! Now!"

Pressing forward suddenly, Lucy moved closer towards her target. But she didn't stop at Evony - the target were her belongings. Lucy's hands gripped the biggest bag she'd brought, lifting them up as she darted for the door. Barging it open with her shoulder, she threw the blue haired wonder's things out onto the path with a heavy amount of force.

"Take your shit and find someone else to believe it." She spat, running her hand along her own jaw, "Because I'm done with you."

[Evony Vasiliev]

The silence before the storm was the real killer. The Blue Bird's shamefaced confession crashed down into the room like a grenade, ticking away as the Australian stood still, quiet and cold...ready to explode once everything was understood. Evony's heart assaulted the bony confines of her ribcage, over and over as the painful realisation began to creep into the front of her mind. Was this it?

But it was only a kiss...

The girl's body was numb, no feeling other than the heat that blasted off her cheeks and the slow dagger that cut into her heart. It hurt, but she knew she deserved it, even if the last fragment of her mind reminded her that it was just a kiss.

Lucy's quiet utterance sent a jolt of terror through the thief's core. The voice was soft, sweet even...but cold, there was no affection or humour. Just ice. But Evony was frozen, not even daring to react when Lucy stormed past her and snatched one of her bags. She should've fought back, at least defended herself...but there was nothing to defend. No measly excuse for honour could cover the confession that had clearly hurt Lucy. Nothing could change this.

The demand to leave was unheard, ignored even. It couldn't end, not like this. Not after everything. Evony's eyes glazed over, her skin as pale as frost as she stared after the bag now outside the cabin. She couldn't say anything, she was at a loss for words.

Not like this

Evony shook her head, terrified and stubborn. Heartbroken and scrambling for any shred of hope. She couldn't leave, even if it was the easy way out.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The simple shake of her counterpart's head had Lucy briefly raise her eyebrows, her eyes going a little wide. Being defied twice in such close proximity didn't sit well with her. It stunned her, shocking her for a small moment as evident by her features.

"You," She started, her voice low, "You miserable, pathologically lying little fuck. I said get out, and I meant it."

It only took another breath before she was darting forward again, collecting the rest of Evony's belongings with an inconsiderate sweep. "Take your shit - all of it - and get out." As she made the second move to toss things violently out the door, she clenched her jaw visibly. Trying to hold everything in. It was like barricading an army behind flimsy wooden walls. With a sizable throw, she turned back and let the door close on it all behind her.

"You're leaving." She denoted with a small nod of her head, "Everything you said was inconceivable bullshit, too. I'm not buying it. It never happened. This never happened. You never happened." Convinced now that the blue haired wonder was far from wonderful, Lucy took a small step back to leave the walkway clear. "I didn't mean any of it either."

[Evony Vasiliev]

It was a split second after her feeble attempt at defiance did the porcelain skinned girl notice the flash of something across Lucy's face. Underneath all that cold rage and bitterness Evy knew she had struck something, whether it made anything better in the long run was yet to be seen. Yet, scrabbling for any hint of survival in this situation seemed lost on her, especially once the Australian continued her venomous tirade.

Her mouth hung loose and the quivering thief tried to defend herself, to promise Lucy that everything wasn't some horrible setup. But her voice was nothing more than empty wind. "I'm not..." Evony whimpered, convinced that the sick feeling in her gut was now showing on her face.

But Lucy continued, like a ruthless juggernaut. What was left of Evy's self confidence was quickly diminished by the bile that freely spewed off tattooed beauty's tongue.

Evony was so stunned, flinching every time something of her's smacked the cold dusty earth outside. Glass shattered, contents ruptured and a little fluttering heart slowly tore itself into pieces. The taste of salt and rust kissed her tongue, the teeth clamped around her lip breaking the skin.

In a daze, the thief quietly set herself onto the floor. Her knees buckled and her feet stung with pins and needles but she couldn't do anything about it. She had lost.

Evony tried to ignore everything Lucy was saying, keep her eyes on the door and just walk, walk until she could get away from all of this. But every snapping syllable cut even deeper and by the time the she had reached the door tears were freely streaming down her cheeks. Evony held in the most of it, fighting the gagging weight in the back of her throat until she was alone. She didn't want to give the girl the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

I didn't mean any of it either.

The knife to the chest, the killing blow as it was. A muffled gasp escaped Evony's lips as she gave Lucy one last fleeting look. Searching through the mist in her eyes, hoping that it was just a cruel lie. But she saw nothing. Everything up till now was insignificant compared to that final declaration.

And before she knew it, before the sob cracked through her mouth, Evony was already running. Away from Lucy. Away from all mess. Away from herself.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy stood vigilant as the other girl found the floor, slowly brushing past her with slow steps and what the Australian perceived as a burning desire to fight back. But it was gone soon enough - it always disappeared. Lucy could often detect her drive during an argument, and watch as it dwindled away under the pressure of her own tactical vocabulary. She couldn't argue. She couldn't fight back.

Lucy almost wished she would have tried.

A final glance from the Australian's dark eyes offered no shelter; nothing humble. A steely glance - an offensive tact that kept her feelings hidden behind cold walls. "Get your girlfriend to help you." She added with an almost insightful shrug.

And when Evony had walked out, Lucy only stood there for a fraction of a moment before she followed, the door slamming shut behind her. Evony was running away, but that was okay.

Lucy wasn't following her.