Ace
When people see good,
they expect good
they expect good
Even the brightest, coziest of places still had shadows, and between two shops, a pair of men were 'chatting casually' in hushed voices. No one paid them any mind, too enthralled by the vibrant Fae milling about the eclectic gathering of shops and cafes. So no one noticed when they clasped hands, a small slip of paper exchanging between them. The shorter brunette men gave a paranoid sweep of his eyes while the taller dark-haired beauty shoved his hands in his pockets, a lazy grin upon his face. They conversed for a moment more as the nervous one fidgeted, eager to escape the interaction.
When Ace finally dismissed him, the Attuned gave a low chuckle at the man's hurried exit. It wasn't like he'd bought the drugs. All the man had done was tell him where to take the delivery. Plus, the sheet of paper was in code, no one would have known what it meant except him and the buyer.
Shifting the small pack over his shoulder, Ace lingers in the alley, letting the bot bellied street rat slip amongst the crowds. His steely blue eyes following, he inspects a quaint cafe across the street, friends and couples enjoying dainty teas and sandwiches. It doesn't catch his attention as something of interest until a flash of familiar blonde hair sends a crooked smile over his lips. Explicit images of her falling apart at his fingertips have him pausing his departure, considering if he has time for a detour before his delivery.
When Ace finally dismissed him, the Attuned gave a low chuckle at the man's hurried exit. It wasn't like he'd bought the drugs. All the man had done was tell him where to take the delivery. Plus, the sheet of paper was in code, no one would have known what it meant except him and the buyer.
Shifting the small pack over his shoulder, Ace lingers in the alley, letting the bot bellied street rat slip amongst the crowds. His steely blue eyes following, he inspects a quaint cafe across the street, friends and couples enjoying dainty teas and sandwiches. It doesn't catch his attention as something of interest until a flash of familiar blonde hair sends a crooked smile over his lips. Explicit images of her falling apart at his fingertips have him pausing his departure, considering if he has time for a detour before his delivery.
and I don’t want to have
to live up to anyone’s expectations.
to live up to anyone’s expectations.
