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.VINCENT HART & LILITH ARONOV
// #b1a27e & #8597c6
When Emery’s head pressed against Vincent's temple, the only thing he could do in response was freeze up.
Despite having been friends with the man for well over two years it always startled him how physical he could be. Especially when the the touches were place with so much care.
“You would be a masochist,” Lilith commented, her gaze never leaving her their intimate position. “I’m just glad you love Vincent and not me, god knows you’d die the moment you do.” The smile she wore was genial at first glance, but underneath it held a certain maliciousness that spoke volumes about her character.
A cold hand placed itself on his stomach and Vincent couldn’t help but gasp slightly, not only from his touch but from Emery’s words as well. ‘He praised me,’ Vincent thought and suddenly his body felt too small for his soul. ‘He said I will do fabulously.’
He smiled.
Sure, such praise would have been paid no attention to by a girl like Lilith, but to him it meant the world.
“Ah, t-thank you for believing in me,” he responded silently and began to pat Emery’s pink colored hair delicately. If the man was willing to believe in him and show him affection, why couldn’t he as well? “I’m very glad I met you,” he paused, “And everyone else.”
‘Nice save,’ Lilith thought, ‘Makes you seem less fucking desperate.’
The voice intercom system began its announcement and never before could she be more thankful for its appearance, the day was finally going to begin; but then it began to speak and holy shit it reminded her of every nightmare she's ever had as a child.
Lilith began to mumble curses under her breath and while doing so Emery disentangled himself from Vincent slowly. Suddenly, he felt cold despite his flushed state of embarrassment.
"Is everyone else jerking off in the locker rooms or some shit? What the fuck is taking them so long to get out here?" Zan complained moodily. Lilith snorted and gave her an amused glance. Of everyone in the god damn club, Zan had to be one of her favorite members.
“Ha, I think Roxy and the two fuckshits are in the locker room because they’re arguing over demon shit? Who the hell knows, and Reina and Jane are . . . well, they’re - them.” She said it as though that was enough of an explanation, and in a way, it was.
“God, I hope I don’t have to do the high jump. That shit sucks major ass.”