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starter  for  @littleredhqs​  /  ft .  willa  boyce  !

lawrence  liked  to  think  himself  a  man  of  upstanding  morals  .   in  the  circumstance  he  witnessed  an  injustice,  he  often  sought  to  fix  it  however  he  could  .   he  found  himself  incapable  of  leaving  things  be  .   but  there  were  times  he  had  other  plans,  little  desire  to  correct  what  wrong  had  been  done  .   like  he  had  been  in  that  moment,   surrounded  by  men  &  women  of  great  wealth,   their  pockets  heavy  with  riches  they  wouldn’t  bat  an  eye  at  missing  .    they  had  plenty  more,  after  all  .

so  when  he  caught  sight  of  someone  making  their  way  through  the  crowd,   shuffling  through  &  picking  off  what  they  could --    he  didn’t  feel  pity  .   to  be  frank,   most  of  them  had  deserved  it  .   he  was  impressed  by  her  sleight  of  hand  .    moreso  after  it  seemed  he  was  the  only  one  able  to  catch  her  in  the  act  .    ❛    do  you  make  a  habit  out  of  taking  what  doesn’t  belong  to  you  ?   ❜    he  announced  himself  with  the  query,   a  glass  of  dry  bourbon  in  hand,  leaning  against  the  door  frame  of  where  he  could  only  assume  she  was  about  to  flee  .  

[predatvry]

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if he’d caught that painfully, familiar scent sooner-- lyall would have avoided her.

but this early in the afternoon the human market is packed. too many smells, too many sounds and by the time lyall notices willa he’s nearly upon her. close enough to touch, to snatch, and the last time willa had been within reach she’d been a wisp of a girl, and lyall had been very cruel.

“careful.” he inhales deep, exhales slow-- taking his own advice to keep his claws tamed and his irises from flickering red. “behave. they don’t much like wolves in these parts.“

the slash of puckered skin over his belly pulses painful, and his heart beats rabbit-quick in his chest. not out of fear. lyall isn’t afraid of her. this is anticipation. so many years of looking, never touching, now here they are.

“tell me, sweetheart. you still wearing those matching scars?“

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The moment he heard the knock he was on his feet. Slippers and cane treading the almost smooth floor of Apollo’s home. Tiresias didn’t want to guess who the vistor was. It wasn’t polite nor a good use of his power. But if he had to place a bet, it would either be Lawerence or Willa.  He let the door open, his head tilting towards the doorway. 

“Can I ask who is at the door?” He said in that gravelly but poite tone. 

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“hey, will.“

he falls into step with her-- brushing shoulders as he offers a swig from his flask. it’s three quarters full with part bubbling water, mostly moonshine that he and the boys had brewed from the wild blackberries growing in the forest, with a bit of mint leaves thrown in to soothe the burn. flavor’s not great-- but it gets the job done. “was kinda hoping you were free. we could use an extra body.”

he speeds up to walk ahead-- turning on his heels to walk backwards so he could watch her face. “you ever pull a ship heist before?“

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closed for @littleredhqs |  willa

    it’s a crowded night in the tavern, so much that dionysus has to ignore more than a few people, only throwing them a ‘there is nothing i can do’ look, and a wink to apologize. he has plans after all, a promise made to someone to spend the evening (and possibly the early hours of the morning) together. it was quite a boisterous dare, and he is honest when he says he is looking forward to it.

    he’s behind the counter, preparing drinks to a few lucky people while the rest are taken care of by the other bartenders. it’s then that willa enters, and he waves at her, motioning her to come his way. with a light apology from his lips, he leaves the customers alone and heads towards the far end of the counter where it’s empty and she can be seated.

    when she is near, he motions to the stool, a grin spreading across his features. “hello, there. are you still sure you can outdrink me? you must know i’m no easy target.” it’s all meant to tease in good spirits, eyebrows raised. “and it’s never too late to back down. i’ll still offer you drinks on us.”