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                                      WITH  BEING  THE  CRIMINAL'S  GIRLFRIEND  comes  the  same  amount  of  interrogations and a similar treatment  ,  though  she's  let  off  the  hook  much  easier  than  her  other  half.  there's  nothing  they've  got  on  her  ,  no  actual  evidence  ,  so  she  spends  the  remaining  hours  sitting  in  the  station's  waiting  area  ,  still  dressed  as  if  she's  going  to  go  on  a  holiday  any  second.  sunglasses  still  rest  on  top  of  their  head.

                                      at  some  point  varuna  is  picked  up  to  finally  meet  with  her  lover  ,  but  under  the  condition  they  are  to  be  separated  by  a  glass.  as  if  issei  is  actually  going  to  jail.  the  thought  sends  cold  shivers  down  her  spine  ,  her  lower  lip  shaking  as  she  presses  the  phone  to  her  ear.

                                      ''  how  will  you  figure  it  out  this  time  ?  there's  gotta  be  a  point  when  you  have  to  stop  relying  on  your  luck.  ''  her  tone  is  sharp  and  spiteful  ,  wanting  the  other  to  know  she's  more  than  furious  —  something  beyond  anger  ,  that  she  somehow  manages  to  stay  extremely  calm  and  cool.  ''  and  to  think  i  trusted  you.  i  thought  you  trusted  me.  that  you  could  tell  me  this  type  of  shit.  ''  she  wants  to  hang  up  the  phone  already  ,  but  issei's  broken  voice  and  teary  eyes  stop  her  from  doing  so.  in  her  heart  there  are  cracks  ,  too  ,  and  she  wishes  desperately  to  believe  his  words.  to  allow  him  to  make  this  right  for  them.  ''  what  am  i  supposed  to  do  now  ?  ''  she  quietly  whispers.  she  already  gave  up  her  apartment.  gave  up  her  job.  her  flower  shop.  everything  ,  to  run  away  together  with  issei.  ''  oh  my  fucking  god  ,  fuck  you  ,  issei.  ''

                             each of varuna's outbursts are like a stab to the heart and seeing them cry , actually serves to make him hate himself even more. clearly , he was the fool for believing in the one responsible for his dabble into the criminal world. issei knew far too much and by extension , became a liability to the corrupt work that took place within the building. and now he's left to watch everything he'd worked so desperately for , fall right through the cracks of their foundation. at the station , he's situated into what can only be presumed as an interrogation room. and after hours of going in circles with different agents , he's finally permitted visitation. ' you're furious with me , i know it. but will you let me explain ━━ please. breaking my word to you was never my intent , 'runa. i just ━━ i wanted to give you the world , like i swore. like we talked about. and i had to take one last job to set us up for good , it wasn't meant to blow up in my face like this. ' he's choking around a sob that threatens to break through as he speaks into the grimey phone , head resting against the glass separating them. ' i love you more than anything , you know that. and i allowed it to cloud my better judgement , i'm so sorry ━━ but i'll figure out something and make this right for you. '

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                                 TRACY  CAN'T  HELP  BUT  TENSE  UP  ,  with  ezra  continuously  urging  him  to  answer  him  and  giving  him  all  the  right  kind  of  signals  for  tracy  to  trust  the  process  for  once  —  that  perhaps  it's  okay  to  admit  to  his  feelings  ,  just  this  time.  ''  maybe  i  do  like  you  ,  ''  they  quietly  reply  ,  sensing  immediate  panic  in  their  chest.  everything  seemed  right  :  ezra's  encouraging  words  ,  the  arm  wrapped  around  their  waist  ,  taking  a  chance  for  once.  so  why  ,  even  after  confirming  it  for  himself  ,  does  he  have  his  doubts  ?  ''  but  don't  —  ''  and  tracy  creates  some  space  between  them  by  pushing  his  hands  against  ezra's  shoulders  ,  not  losing  his  touch  but  wanting  to  look  at  him  ,  ''  don't  make  a  big  deal  out  of  it.  if  you  really  don't  like  me  ,  that's  fine.  if  you  don't  want  to  continue  what  we're  doing  ,  that's  also  fine.  ''  it's  really  not.  ''  just  ...  don't  make  a  big  deal  out  of  it  ,  and  don't  tell  anyone.  ''

                    " because i'm asking nicely. " nothing about his demeanour or tone would suggest such a thing, though. because the more tracy clams up, avoids eye contact and seems nervous, the more he pushes. the more he tries to wear him down. " there are those walls again. relax berlin, i'm not trying to hurt you. " a rare moment of brief gentility, but that doesn't mean he'll let up. " answer my question first. " with an arm securely linked around tracy's waist, the tip of his nose nudges into the line of their jaw; a misleadingly benign gesture. " take a chance for once. "

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                                 EZRA  IS  STARTING  TO  POINT  OUT  tracy's  own  contradictions  in  words  ,  which  surprises  him  a  lot.  the  other  has  never  been  one  to  push  the  facts  right  under  their  nose  ,  it's  always  been  just  a  game.

                                 until  ,  perhaps  ,  it  wasn't  anymore.

                                 ''  why  ?  ''  he  swallows  thickly  ,  stepping  backwards  and  feeling  his  back  pressed  against  the  lockers.  he  doesn't  want  to  answer  it  ,  he  really  does  not  want  to.  not  with  what  ezra  probably  wishes  to  hear.  ''  is  it  the  same  as  you  ?  i  don't  see  a  point  in  telling  you  ,  if  it's  not  the  same.  ''  the  last  part  of  that  sentence  is  whispered  ,  because  the  other's  face  is  next  to  his  ,  his  breath  brushing  past  his  cheek  and  causing  tracy  to  look  away  for  a  moment.  he  just  needs  one  question  answered  to  be  sure.  ''  are  you  seeing  other  people  ?  ''

                    he doesn't like it. he doesn't like when tracy brushes him off so nonchalantly —— or rather, when tracy brushes off what they feel for him so nonchalantly. never mind the fact that ezra could just admit it first, he wants to hear them say it. bag over his shoulder is dropped haphazardly onto the ground as he risks taking a few steps closer to the other. " i'm the only person you're seeing, but you don't like me like that. you want to feel special, but you don't want to own up to it. how exactly do you feel about me? " he keeps taking steps closer and closer until tracy's back is against their locker. he doesn't stop there, though; bodies far too close together, head ducks so his murmurs tickle the other's ear. " tell me how you really feel about me. "

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                                 HER  GENTLE  ARMS  ARE  WRAPPED  around  his  waist  in  no-time  and  james  weakens  ,  slowing  down  his  movements  to  actually  pack  his  things  and  instead  think  over  his  options  here.  ''  i  can't  skip  work.  i  already  promised  i  would  come  in.  ''  she  sounds  genuine  this  time  ,  more  than  any  of  the  other  times  ahin  had  tried  to  convince  him  to  stay  (  and  he  always  does  )  ...  but  james  is  a  man  of  his  word.  ''  i'll  be  okay.  i  just  need  some  time  to  think  about  it.  ''

                                 the  caregiver turns  around  in  his  girlfriend's  arms  ,  and  gently  places  his  hands  on  her  shoulders  in  a  comforting  manner.  he doesn't wish to push her away. ''  you  know  that  right  ?  i  just  need  time.  when  i'm  done  with  work  ,  we  can  talk  more.  if  you'll  be  here.  ''

                    " i'm telling you right now that i'm going to make more of a conscious effort. you will be my priority. " not all his points were invalid; when she thought of the gravity of her work it was hard to choose dinner or movies or nights in. perhaps she hadn't tried hard enough to merge her worlds. " i don't want you leave upset. " as he's packing up his things she slinks arms around his waist, pressing a kiss atop his clothed shoulder. " please don't be upset with me. "

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                                 IT  WOULD  BOTHER  HIM  ,  YES  ,  and  tracy  is  pretty  sure  everything  about  their  stance  gives  away  that  they  don't  like  the  possibility  of  the  volleyball  player  seeing  anyone  else  other  than  them.  ''  yeah.  i  won't  like  being  just  one  of  your  many  flings.  you're  the  only  person  i'm  seeing.  ''  he  figures  being  honest  is  the  best  way  to  go  in  their  current  situation.  it  doesn't  mean  anything  serious  ,  they're  still  nothing  exclusive  ,  but  a  part  of  tracy  thinks  and  wishes  they  were.  ''  you  know  that's  not  what  i  meant  ,  ''  he  witnesses  the  taller  taking  his  bag  away  from  his  hands  to  sling  it  over  his  shoulder instead  and  now  tracy  definitely  has  no  way  out  of  the conversation.  ''  we  don't  like  each  other  like  that.  that's  what  makes  this  work  so  well.  ''  pointing  at  the  no-strings  ,  the  intimate  but  meaningless  nights  spent  together.  their  cheeks  heat  up.  the  conversation  is  getting  a  little  too  deep  to  their  liking.  ''  can  we  just  —  talk  about  stupid  bagels  ,  or  something  ?  ''

                    " would it bother you if i did? " because of course he couldn't give a straight answer, the push and pull was part of the appeal of their arrangement. right? it was the only way to keep tracy with him. right? " of all the things i know about you, the one you want to question me for is bagels? " hands reach out for the other's bag, slinging it over his shoulder as yet another barrier just in case. god forbid he just ask tracy to stay. " you don't like me? ouch. "

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                                      NO  MOMENT  CAN  EVER  BE  PERFECT  ,  proved  by  a  stranger  bumping  into  the  pair  that  causes  the  trance  they  were  in  to  be  broken  in  a  matter  of  seconds.  the  topic  is  shifted  to  another  girl  ,  who  has  been  eyeing  him  ,  which  midas  has  been  very  aware  of  ,  but  why  should  he  return  the  same  kind  of  attention  when  it's  charlotte  he  has  his  eyes  on  ?  her  suggestion  earns  her  half  a  grin  ,  and  his  arms  disappear  from  her  waist.  ''  i  don't  need  a  wingwoman.  watch  ,  ''  he  turns  his  head  over  his  shoulder  and  gives  his  coworker  one  last  glance  ,  a wink , before  he  makes  his  way  towards  the  other  blonde  and  introduce  himself.

                                      in  situations  like  these  ,  when  there's  alcohol  and  good  music  ,  it  doesn't  take  much  to  be  tangled  up  with  a  person  —  even  when  you  don't  know  them  that  well.  much  in  the  same  way  he's  had  a  hand  on  charlotte's  hip  ,  midas  now  rests  a  palm  on  the  girl's  back.  she  goes  by  the  name  of  penelope  ,  and  she  shows  a  lot  of  interest  in  leaving  the  club  and  going  home  with  midas.  he  can't  go  just  yet  ,  though.  there's  somebody  he  should  say  goodbye  to  first.

                                      ''  i'm  going  home.  with  penelope  ,  ''  he  tells  his  colleague.  he's  already  lost  track  of  the  other  girls  from  work.  it's  just  charlotte  that  he  wants  to  know.  ''  don't  miss  me  too  much  ,  alright  ?  and  don't  call  me.  i'll  be  busy  ,  ''  he  tells  her  with  another  wink.

          the  bass  of  the  song  blaring  through  club  speakers  drops,  and  suddenly  everything  changes.  if  you  ask  she'll  blame  it  on  the  alcohol,  but  tempting  words  combined  with  intense  gaze  has  charlotte  swallowing  thickly,  wide  eyes  blinking  slowly,  lips  parting  despite  breath  hitching  in  her  throat.    ❛  i  —  ...  ❜    she's  unable  to  finish  her  response  because  ocean  blue  hues  are  half  -  lidded  as  they,  too,  trail  to  the  very  invitingly  soft  lips  of  her  coworker's.  she  doesn't  even  realize  her  hips  have  stopped  swaying  to  the  music  until  someone's  bumping  into  them,  knocking  feet  into  a  slight  stumble  but  able  to  catch  herself  thanks  to  arms  still  perched  on  midas'  shoulders.  the  moment  is  broken.    ❛  i  think  that  bombshell  over  there  is  interested  in  you,  ❜    the  blonde  refers  to  the  similarly  -  looking  and  dressed  femme  at  the  bar  eying  and  smiling  at  her  dance  partner.  she's  probably  also  the  same  perpetrator  of  the  shove  from  earlier,  but  you  can  never  be  too  sure  in  a  drunken  crowd  like  this  one.  hands  turn  the  male  around  to  face  the  other  blonde  at  the  end  of  the  room  as  lips  speak  closely  in  his  ear.    ❛  should  i  play  wingwoman  ?  you  tell  me.  ❜

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                                           RENDERED  SPEECHLESS  AFTER  HIS  EXPLANATION  ,  rori  can't  help  but  feel  tears  brim  at  the  edge  of  her  eyelids.  it's  only  then  that  she  realizes  how  they've  never  talked  about  the  other  parent  :  which  goes  for  the  both  of  them.  rori  does  not  talk  about  her  father  and  leo  does  not  talk  about  his  mother.  not  until  now  ,  at  least  ,  and  looking  at  the  paintings  now  after  knowing  their  inspiration  is  like  watching  puzzle  pieces  fall  into  their  place.

                                           tearful  eyes  keep  looking  forward  ,  until  they  can't  any  longer.  they  find  leo.  his  booth  is  taking  most  of  the  light  ,  and  they're  standing  in  the  dark  shadows  of  it.  that  way  ,  it  feels  like  they're  the  only  ones  for  a  moment.  she  doesn't  know  how  close  leo's  father  stands  near  them  ,  but  it  doesn't  matter  —  because  she's  pretty  sure  her  whispered  words  are  only  meant  to  be  heard  by  leo.

                                           ''  my  father  passed  away  as  well  ,  ''  she  shares  softly  ,  like  it's  a  secret  between  them.  a  part  of  her  is  glad  to  be  holding  the  boy's  hand  now  that  she's  speaking  up  about  a  hard  part  of  her  life.  ''  because  of  an  illness.  when  i  was  ten.  ''

                                           she  squeezes  leo's  hand  ,  and  is  usually  not  the  emotional  type  ,  but  finds  herself  leaning  forward  anyway  to  give  him  a  brief  hug.  ''  i'm  sorry.  she  would've  been  very  proud  of  you  ,  too.  ''  a  single  tear  slips  and  falls  down  her  cheek  as  she  places  her  chin  on  his  shoulder  ,  a  hand  rubbing  his  back.  ''  i  may  not  know  much  about  you  ,  but  i  hope  you  know  you're  not  alone  ,  and  that  you  don't  have  to  feel  alone.  ''

              the  artist  watches.  he  watches  the  way  she  watches  ,  and  he  tries  to  predict  by  the  twitch  of  her  lips  and  widening  of  her  eyes  how  it  makes  her  feel  before  she  reveals  it  herself.  it  was  one  of  his  favorite  things  about  the  art  hung  in  places  like  this  ,  even  when  it  didn't  involve  his  own  ,  he  liked  to  watch  other  people  watch  art.  when  she  does  announce  her  thoughts  ,  attention  still  preoccupied  with  the  canvases  ,  leo  feels  a  subtle  twitch  in  his  own  visage.  with  relief  ,  with  pride  ,  and  with  hope  that  she  means  it  when  she  says  they're  beautiful.  because  then  it  would  mean  she  means  it  when  she  turns  to  his  father  and  compliments  his  efforts.  leo  smiles  at  this  ,  subtle  and  slight  ,  and  he  means  it.

              the  illusion  that's  created  in  his  head  is  only  temporary  of  course  ,  because  soon  enough  rori  reaches  for  his  hand  and  squeezes  the  knowledge  of  their  guise  back  into  his  fingers.

              “  their  stories  .  .  ”  he  hums  ,  turning  back  to  the  paintings  hung  on  the  wall  and  looks  at  them  with  intent  for  the  first  time  since  the  gala  started.  these  were  the  sort  of  questions  he'd  spent  months  preparing  for  ,  an  answer  to  the  one  she  poses  already  rehearsed  and  stored  away  ,  but  leo  doesn't  feel  like  he  wants  to  give  the  woman  a  rehearsed  answer.  “  i  guess  they  all  kinda  share  the  same  story.  i  painted  them  thinking  about  my  mom.  i  paint  most  of  my  pieces  thinking  about  her.  ”  not  much  of  his  late  mother  had  been  said  between  them  ,  or  really  anything  of  her  at  all  since  they'd  met.  leo  realizes  this  ,  letting  her  in  a  little  more  ,  “  she  passed  away  when  i  was  sixteen.  she  was  sick  and  kind  of  left  us  long  before  she  died.  i  paint  from  all  over.  she  left  me  with  a  lot  of  good  memories  ,  ”  a  hand  raises  to  the  painting  on  the  left  ,  before  slowly  drifting  to  the  right  ,  “  but  also  a  lot  of  hard  ones.  ”  his  voice  had  lowered  quite  a  bit  ,  at  some  point  leo  had  leaned  quite  close  into  her  —  it  was  easier  for  him  to  talk  about  than  for  his  father  to  hear.  turning  to  rori  again  ,  he  nods  and  allows  that  same  subtle  smile  from  before.  “  that's  it  ,  really.  sorry  i  didn't  give  the  women  in  the  paintings  any  interesting  stories.  i  usually  leave  that  up  to  people  like  you  who  come  and  see  them  for  the  first  time.  whatever  they  tell  you  when  you  look  at  them  ,  that's  their  story.  ”  a  beat  ,  then  he  laughs.  “  sorry  —  pretentious  yet  ?  ”

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THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE (2013)

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                                 ''  YOU  SAID  YOU  WOULDN'T  DO  IT  again  the  past  twenty  times  !  ''  but  a  part  of  his  stays  curious  to  how  she'll  fix  things  ,  whatever  she  managed  to  bring  in  from  her  criminal  haul  and  convince  him  to  stay  with  her.  ''  how  can  i  be  so  sure  i'm  going  to  be  your  priority  ?  ah  ...  i  don't  have  time  for  this.  ''  he  brushes  past  her  and  into  their  shared  living  space to gather his stuff.  ''  i  have  to  get  ready  for  work.  go  find  a  client  to  go  to  the  movies  with.  i  don't  care  anymore.  ''

                    " james, come on. don't be like that. " she isn't used to the pushback, but it's not like it's undeserved. it wasn't the first time she had to modify their plans. " i'm sorry. okay? but something came up, i had a huge client to bag and —— " it didn't matter. " i won't do it again. you'll be my priority, i promise. give me a chance to make it up to you. "