6 hours ago
Zeke lounged as he often did in the evenings, surrounded by a gathering of whichever faithful most sought his attention. Stories, laughter, alcohol and drugs flowed free – the latter for those who partook at least, and Zeke was never pushy, just magnanimous in his attentions. Though he was as insouciant as a lazy predator, he was never unaware of the nuances within his realm. The chuckle started low as he watched Sasha’s stumbling lurch into the church with the dead weight in his arms, but he paid it no real mind until his dealer almost tumbled the woman right onto the floor in front of him.
When the rain first began to pelt, most of those who’d been loitering on the grounds quickly sought shelter inside. But these two were both soaked to the skin. How very… interesting.
And Oriena was half naked.
His eyes ran hungrily over the scars up her leg and hip, injuries he’d seen before, but it reminded him of how deliciously in pain she had been while Ilya directed his girls to heal her. It was where their special relationship had begun, and her addiction had first dug in its claws.
“I’m reminded of those memes you see – the family who rescues the cute little stray kitten from the wilderness… only to discover several months later it’s a fucking mountain lion.” He laughed again, brushing a hand over his mouth. Amusement shone bright in his eyes. “Sasha, what did you do to her?” By the sly glint in his eye he meant her state of undress and not her state of unconsciousness. The latter Zeke simply presumed was owing to Oriena’s nasty habit of mixing up cocktails she really shouldn’t risk. Her spiral had been quite the beautiful thing to behold.
He popped to his feet, wondering how badly Sasha’s arms must be burning, and why he didn’t just drop her. Zeke’s fingers walked up the cold skin of Oriena’s thigh. “I’d suggest you put it back where you found it,” he whispered. “Before it wakes up.” He grinned, mirth lazy and unruffled by the drama. But he was looking at Sasha anew.
When the rain first began to pelt, most of those who’d been loitering on the grounds quickly sought shelter inside. But these two were both soaked to the skin. How very… interesting.
And Oriena was half naked.
His eyes ran hungrily over the scars up her leg and hip, injuries he’d seen before, but it reminded him of how deliciously in pain she had been while Ilya directed his girls to heal her. It was where their special relationship had begun, and her addiction had first dug in its claws.
“I’m reminded of those memes you see – the family who rescues the cute little stray kitten from the wilderness… only to discover several months later it’s a fucking mountain lion.” He laughed again, brushing a hand over his mouth. Amusement shone bright in his eyes. “Sasha, what did you do to her?” By the sly glint in his eye he meant her state of undress and not her state of unconsciousness. The latter Zeke simply presumed was owing to Oriena’s nasty habit of mixing up cocktails she really shouldn’t risk. Her spiral had been quite the beautiful thing to behold.
He popped to his feet, wondering how badly Sasha’s arms must be burning, and why he didn’t just drop her. Zeke’s fingers walked up the cold skin of Oriena’s thigh. “I’d suggest you put it back where you found it,” he whispered. “Before it wakes up.” He grinned, mirth lazy and unruffled by the drama. But he was looking at Sasha anew.
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