Lost Love Lust

Tags: calculated

• contrite.

  She puckered her lips and stood there. “Levator Labii Superiorus. Don’t tempt me, you know we’re on the clock.” She brushed her hand up against her gun and was reminded of the tasks at hand. The lights flickered as she watched his shadow disappear and reappear. He flowed as he worked, like a king in [...]

• damnation & design.

  Glancing down at her right arm, she notices a scar that wasn’t there before. In an ironic chuckle, she is reminded subtly of what line of work she is in. She puts out her cigarette in the pot of flowers on the windowsill, no flower ever died of a tobacco overdose now did it. The silver lines on [...]

• still liquids & abyss.

  “This building seems very old and not taken care of, lots of fun can take place in such wrecks.”, thought Lust. Apartment #4 had a window out-looking the street, such factors needed to be taken into consideration. As she used the tension wrench from her case, the slight cracking sound of the door reminded her of her old [...]

• honesty & cheap cigars.

  The wind brings her to almost suffocate. She asks him to drop her off in front of the Venetian, she will need to stop by there to grab her check, and then they can proceed to her place. Not does he know she is not local. She pulls the hood from her jacket over her [...]