Blo giggled softly as the attendant buckled up the pale pink corset along her back. They’d been giggling all day, as Evan was so busy trying to hunt his boy wonder that Blo was left all alone amusing herself. So she’d been trying on expensive lingerie that she wouldn’t probably buy, and she and the girl Allegra had been having the time of their lives. Blo loved beautiful things, and with as hard as her life had been for the the past few months, she deserved some new ones. Draping the sheer pink robe around herself, she began talking as if she was some posh rich bitch who was wanting to spend money on just frilly wasteful things. On urging from Allerga, she went out into the big dressing room with all the mirrors and was led to the middle stand.
As she was admiring her form in the mirror, familiar green eyes met hers, and her heart dropped to her feet. They stared at each other for a moment, and she swallowed thickly. It had been months since she’d even heard his name, spoke to him… And now he was here? In France? How? She was about to say something, something witty, something that would make her seem like she was steady. Or able to control her feelings. Before she could even speak a word, a heavily accented voice called out to a Milo, and Morrison’s head whipped to the side. He began talking to a tall Eastern European man in low tones, and Blo was confused.
Before he could notice that she was moving, she was in the dressing room, her breath heaving. She shoved galleons in Allegra’s hands, spending money that she wasn’t supposed to spend, just so she could get out of there. Morrison was too close, and she wasn’t quite aware what was going on. Why was he here? She didn’t even bother to take off her new pink gear, pulling the white dress over it, and stepping into her silver heels. Allegra handed her the bag, with no change, and with an abrupt thank you, she darted out of the shop.
Two hours later, she’d stowed her packages in the hotel suite that she shared with Evan, and was sitting in the window of one of the nicer cafes. She sipped tea, her hand still slightly shaking. Being around Morr, seeing Morr…It always had her shook, like all he had to do was take a deep breath and she was twined around him like a kitten. She took a sip, and a deep exhalation got stuck in her chest when she felt a hand slide down her neck. It slid down her shoulder, playing with her hair, and she inhaled, smelling the familiar cologne.
FUCK“So nice of you to drop by.” She quipped softly, her eyes focused on nothing as she stared ahead. "Please, have a seat..."
@Morrison Thorne sorry
