bellissima-isabella:

littlebluevialrelief:

Elise stares at her extended invitation for a moment, before hooking her arm through. As the pair stroll down the dimly-lit street, her gaze is always flickering from side to side. It was nights like this when she ran into Pavi or Luigi and needed to pull out a butterfly knife from her thigh or something. But Isabella seemed confident that they were safe. 

Blinking at the sound of a questioning tone to her voice, Elise fixed her eyes on the woman beside her. “Of course it’s good. It’s my favorite haunt; I go there after work a lot.” She gestures to the corner, at which they turn and head down an alley that really isn’t lit at all. “I promise I’m not trying to kill you. It’s just there.”

In the distance, a tiny light flickers, as if a moth is covering it. 

It wasn’t necessarily confidence, rather than ignorance. As though she didn’t realize the dangers they could run into on the street. She grinned in relief when Elise reassured her it was a good place, and even seemed to speed up her steps so they could get there quickly. However, she was hesitant when she saw the light, blinking as she squinted her eyes and tried to see it better, her grip tightening on Elise’s arm when she couldn’t make sense of it.

“Ah, is that it?” She asked quietly, pointing toward the flickering light.

Her innocence was sweet in a charming way, and it made Elise chuckle. She seemed a bit bubbly-headed as they walked towards the coffee shop, but not stupid. She figured the pretty face could pack a punch if need be. As the pair sped up, a snort left Elise’s lips, tugging on her arm a bit to get her to slow down. “Relax. I’m not going to kill you, like I said.”

“Yes.”

Finally reaching the coffee shop was like a task in and of itself. Pushing open the door, she held it open to a quiet atmosphere, gentle jazz playing the background on the crackling radio. The coffee shop was well-light inside, and full of people who were probably hiding from the night world. Just like they were. “Pick a booth.”

Why.

Why.

Why. 

bellissima-isabella:

littlebluevialrelief:

Elise waited on the pavement below, her motorcycle boots tapping out a rhythm on the pavement. She felt a bit like a cheating lover by taking this new Italian girl to coffee and a smoke. It was really her and Grace’s thing, but she hadn’t seen Grace around lately, and she needed a cigarette. Badly. She also really needed a cup of coffee, and when Isabella had mentioned that she didn’t mind putting liquor in it, Elise began froathing at the mouth at the thought of Bailey’s in her cup.

Her mind had been a mess lately. She had been screwing so much up. First, she had gotten into that verbal sparring match with Amber Sweet of all people, over Graverobber. Because of an idiotic crush that ended up fizzling out faster than necessary. Then, getting into even deeper shit by sleeping with Pavi. That was certainly a bad move. But nothing was worse than going out to dinner with Luigi and basically spilling the beans about Gravesavers.

Except that she had lied through her teeth. Every god damn word. 

Finally, the door opened and Isabella, fully dolled up, bounced out. Elise suddenly felt underdressed in her jacket and ripped jeans. The usual attire for a work day. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“We have to stop meeting like this.” She replied playfully and offered her an arm for her to take hooked at the elbow. When and if she did, either way, the two of them would begin to walk down the sidewalk, led obviously by Elise to wherever they were going. Isabella really only knew the inside of the GeneCo. tower … except for the home her and her sister were staying in before hand, she’d never really taken the time to get to know the city.

She hadn’t needed to.

“So, this coffee place you said,” She began conversation. “Is it any good?” She asked curiously, blue eyes wide with question as she looked toward Elise again.

Elise stares at her extended invitation for a moment, before hooking her arm through. As the pair stroll down the dimly-lit street, her gaze is always flickering from side to side. It was nights like this when she ran into Pavi or Luigi and needed to pull out a butterfly knife from her thigh or something. But Isabella seemed confident that they were safe. 

Blinking at the sound of a questioning tone to her voice, Elise fixed her eyes on the woman beside her. “Of course it’s good. It’s my favorite haunt; I go there after work a lot.” She gestures to the corner, at which they turn and head down an alley that really isn’t lit at all. “I promise I’m not trying to kill you. It’s just there.”

In the distance, a tiny light flickers, as if a moth is covering it. 

bellissima-isabella:

littlebluevialrelief:

“I’m not sure yet. Probably to have a smoke and get a cup of coffee. Do you drink?” She gives her a grin, correcting herself. “Coffee, that is. Although, I do like a bit of liquor in my cup.”

“I can do both. Non ho troppo di una preferenza.” She chuckled. “Just hold on there, I will be down in a moment!”

She closed the window and turned quickly to find something to change into; slipping out of her nightgown, she pulled on a pair of black tights, sliding into a black and white frilled skirt that came down to her knees, not puffed out for once. She tied on a pair of high heeled black boots, a frilled white blouse and a black coat over that, pulling the frills out of the sleeves and neck before she clasped the neck with a black ribbon choker.

She took the moment to brush the tangles out of her dark hair. The hardest part was applying the makeup just so over the scarring, as she sat and stared at herself in the mirror. Two, dark and jagged scars stood prominently out against her milk white skin, tearing the corners of her mouth and traveling almost all the way up to her ear. She had to look away from herself for a moment, regaining her composure before she began applying the makeup to hide them away again. A layer of foundation and powder, dark eyeliner, mascara and deep gray eyeshadow later, she was ready to meet outside with Elise, getting up and heading out her bedroom door.

She was lucky she was high up enough for the girl not to notice her face when she looked out.

Elise waited on the pavement below, her motorcycle boots tapping out a rhythm on the pavement. She felt a bit like a cheating lover by taking this new Italian girl to coffee and a smoke. It was really her and Grace’s thing, but she hadn’t seen Grace around lately, and she needed a cigarette. Badly. She also really needed a cup of coffee, and when Isabella had mentioned that she didn’t mind putting liquor in it, Elise began froathing at the mouth at the thought of Bailey’s in her cup.

Her mind had been a mess lately. She had been screwing so much up. First, she had gotten into that verbal sparring match with Amber Sweet of all people, over Graverobber. Because of an idiotic crush that ended up fizzling out faster than necessary. Then, getting into even deeper shit by sleeping with Pavi. That was certainly a bad move. But nothing was worse than going out to dinner with Luigi and basically spilling the beans about Gravesavers.

Except that she had lied through her teeth. Every god damn word. 

Finally, the door opened and Isabella, fully dolled up, bounced out. Elise suddenly felt underdressed in her jacket and ripped jeans. The usual attire for a work day. “Fancy seeing you here.”

bellissima-isabella asked: "Oh, it is you again!" She popped her head out from her window and smiled excitedly down at her, waving. "Where are you going?" She asked, to the suggestion that she come with her.

“I’m not sure yet. Probably to have a smoke and get a cup of coffee. Do you drink?” She gives her a grin, correcting herself. “Coffee, that is. Although, I do like a bit of liquor in my cup.”

…

I want to go hang out with Wednesday.