Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

She laughed, her eyes closing and head tilting back as he commented on romanticism. Had you answered with that I would have been concerned, she teased, shaking her head and lifting her wine back to her lips as she glanced back at him humor lighting her eyes and dusting her cheeks in pink as he then took his time to think carefully through his answer before revealing it to her. Her expression sobered as he detailed his first meeting with Alia. How she hadnt known the truth about him, and in that, she was able to fall for him and not the life. Her mind wandered to David, and how easy it had been to lie to him. How incredibly, selfishly easy it was to spoon feed him the falsehoods of her childhood that shed grown so practiced in weaving. How hard it had been for David when her true past had been revealed. How hard it was for him to know her by anything and anyone other than Allison Paige. Iris wondered if she was a terrible person for it. For her lies. For how smoothly they fell from her lips at any given moment. Shed been a terrible liar as a child, or rather she hadnt felt the need to lie. She had been aggressive in her truth. Iris, did you break that vase? I did, she would admit, eyes not wavering from her accuser and a challenge seeded deeply in their depths. Even as a child no older than eight. Iris, did you hit that boy in school? I did, and Im not sorry about it. Now, lying was second nature. It was smooth as honey on her tongue and she had mastered it like an art form. And when her lies were revealed? She stood there, just as daring as when salignhe was little, like she had when David had first known the truth. It had broken his heart, to think that the love of his life hadnt wanted to share the truth of her life with him, even as a part of him understood that she couldnt, but when he asked her if she had ever wanted to share, ever felt guilty over lying to him, Iris had simply looked up at him, square in the eyes, and told him no. Shed never forget the look on his face when she told him that. Iris wondered if he would trust her through this mission, or after it. Part of her wanted him not to. It seemed as though it would just be easier that way. One of the unspoken consequences of her accepting this mission, is that once it is over, Iris was going to have to start all over with a new identity, somewhere else, again, and there was a real chance that David would take that life with her. She loved him, and she enjoyed him, but as Iris sat here face to face with her past, she wasnt sure if she saw her future in David anymore. And that was a terrifying thought. Slowly digging her fork into the corner of the tiramisu, Iris raised her eyebrow and glanced sideways up at Nicholas. That smirk of hers took a more wanton and amused twist, and she lifted the bite up to her lips as she locked her eyes with Nickys. He teased her with the comment, she teased him with how her tongue wrapped around the fork and guided the dessert between her lips. Is that so? Iris mused, setting her fork down delicately and leaning back in her chair as she faced him hands folded in her lap as though she hadnt just reached out and snatched his bait in her fists. Do tell. Now was a juicy conversation she could get into.