Thread: !-800-SUICIDE || bear & kosmik

RE !-800-SUICIDE Bear Kosmik The glass of wine that Lucie had ordered for herself to drink may as well have been empty for all that she could taste of it, and though the wine was one of the more alcoholic of their selection, there was nothing more sobering than her thoughts. Though she had done her best to think of this encounter as a first date of sorts, she couldnt help but think about the endgame of it all. It was typically a marriage and children that most women thought about when they got the butterflies on the first date, but she couldnt get the thought of murder out of her head. Though she hadnt the slightest of what the man would look like or how he would sound, she imagined him as having tousled dark hair and blue eyes that look like pools. She pictured him as killing her slowly, possibly even a bit tearfully as his hands closed slow around her throat. She could almost feel the whisper of a kiss against her cheek as he apologized for finishing out the contract that he had signed prior to even this meeting. Her eyes closed and for a second she thought she smelled a mans cologne, but when they opened she was still alone, with a half-drunk glass of wine and a couple trying not to stare at the girl that had been sitting in a booth in a daze for the past few minutes. It was then that a plate was slid around her and onto the table, a sensual voice purring in her ear close enough to tickle her hair against her face. There was a ball of excitement in her belly as she felt the man move past her, then take a seat across from her. She didnt know when hed come in, or if hed even come in at all. Part of her was convinced she was dreaming, as this apparition looked more of what her mind would draw up for the face of death than a real person. His face was covered in tattoos, all the way down to disappear in the neck of his shirt, her eyes roaming over to all visible parts of his skin. There wasnt so much as an inch that wasnt touched by a needle, her brows raising slowly. When one thought of the grim reaper, they would merely have to put this young man in a robe and he would have fit the bill. Except The hat. The air was heavy in between them for a few moments before she watched his face twitched, her eyes a mix of bewildered and confused, followed by a slow twitch at the corner of her mouth. The smile was very slow to take form on her lips but when it finally found its way there it was a warm one, her eyes moving away from his face. He was far from the tousled hair gentleman that shed imagined when thinking of the end, but this also was not a romance novel. I think, perhaps, She leaned over the table and captured the brim of the hat between her fingers, tugging it from his hands to set it back on his head, I think it fits. You look like the perfect mix of intimidating and ridiculous. For the first time in weeks she had engaged in a conversation that had felt almost natural, her smile a genuine one and her face for once not completely fallen and morose. Whether it was the relief that the business was not a scam or the fact that Sasha was an easy person for one to like she couldnt tell. I think I can forgive your silly hat. She said, leaning back into the chair she sat in, meeting his eyes truly for the first time. Though he had covered everything else in ink, his eyes were one part of him that had not been altered when hed gone through his body modification. They were lovely things, expressive and almost captivating in their intensity. They were the eyes of someone she could, surprisingly, fall in love with. Lucie brushed her hair away from her face then, feeling more nervous than she thought that she ever would considering she was going to trust him with her death, So, were you, She paused, hesitating because she wasnt sure if there even was a proper way to word her question, Were you told about The specifics of my request? She got it out finally, awkwardly but there was no polite way to talk about it.