[PQ] Poor Unfortunate Souls

Ezra

I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't

Criminal activity isn't exactly on your resume of skills, but hey, when a handsome man calls you are obligated to answer. Especially when that handsome man seems like one of the only people in this tragic shithole interested in making thing marginally less shitty.

And did I mention that he's handsome? Your kryptonite, baby.

You head into Lucas's little hideaway with your head held high, your long hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. For once you're wearing something that could charitably be called normal, a long black coat and long black skirt and boots and nothing else. With a gracious bow to Lucas - you're not a heathen, after all - you settle into one of the chairs and select a glass of wine, letting yourself enjoy the view, listening to the whatever he is talk.

Lucas gives a stirring speech, and others reply in turn, but your attention remains on your Lord the blond. You're a good little puppy, fond of direction, happy just to have a role. Crossing your legs and leaning back, you tilt your head to look at the one who's dressed like a pirate, an appreciative glint in your eye. "Why, darling, unless I'm very much mistaken - we're going to be in charge."

Coding base by Sky!