(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

Well, that was an easy barter. She still doesn’t even know what she has that might be good enough to trade for the drink and room she’s managed to snatch tonight, but if it were errands or something to help out she supposes it’s not the end of the world. So she collects her book, sticking the pen behind her ear, collects the furs she’s removed and follows him diligently up the stairs to the second floor. Her icy gaze scans all of the rooms around them, the ones he’s pointed at that have been left slightly ajar. And she picks the furthest one from the entrance, spying a desk within and a comfortable enough bed. It sure beats what she’s been sleeping on back at the Palace.

But she’s not quite done with Korbin yet, and she tears out a paper from the back of the journal, pulling the pen from behind her ear to write on it. Thanks. Come find me when you’re done with your shift if you want a night to remember. She writes it out, placing the pen back in the span behind her ear where it melds into dark hair, before she’s stepping toward him.

This time, however, she doesn’t show him the paper. She presses it to his chest, looking up at him with a feline smirk and a wink, the air of confidence despite being anything but, before stepping into the room and closing it with a soft click of the handle, moving to set her things down and get comfortable — wondering if he might actually take her up on the offer.

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