“Not if we’re careful.” She stepped back, grabbing his hand. “Would you rather we starve?” She pressed a soft kiss on his lips and pulled him along in to the house. Truthfully, the idea overall had some cleverness to it. The timing was right and the home was filled with valuables. But, the only thing they could steal without being caught would be the food. If only she could figure that out in time. This would be the biggest mistake of her life, if not.
He lowered his head after their lips touched, softly smiling at the ground. She still had his hand, leading him into the house. If he had to steal to stay alive stay with Del, he could put his conscience to rest for a few short moments. Alex knew exactly what to do once he got into the house, rushing over to the cupboards and kitchen to look for anything they could take on the road. “Only take the food, Del. Nothing else. Don’t even touch it.”, he called to her under his breath. He couldn’t risk being caught, and being strict with Del was just one more way he could ensure that.
Album: The Wild Youth
Her voice, while hushed, held it’s normal roughness. “Well, if you’re too scared, I supposed we could leave…” She smirked, trying to challenge hm. “They shouldn’t be home until tomorrow, and they have precious silver. It’s an easy robbery, now are you coming with me or not?”
Alex shrugged his shoulders, averting his gave to the ground. He rolled his eyes, breathing heavily. “Fine. You’re sure we won’t be caught, right?”, he asked, looking up at her with concern. “Right?”
Adelia whipped her head around, making sure Alexandre was behind her. The last thing she was was afraid, but she could see why he might be. They were, after all, breaking in to someone else’s home. The law was stubborn and unkind- if they were caught there was no way out. “Psst, they will not find us if we go now, hurry!”
Alex followed behind her cautiously, tiptoeing lightly along the pavement. He glanced back every few minutes, making sure no one was following him. Alex was tentative- he’d done this a thousand times before, and it still didn’t feel right. “Del, are you sure we should do this?”, he asked, his voice hushed and strained.
Album: In Our Bedroom After The War
Oh, how could anyone not love the terrible things you do?
Oh, how could anyone not want to try and help you?
She gulped, pushing past him and setting the books down carefully. She looked back up. “Fine, I am very sorry, my lord. I’ve had a rather unpleasant morning.”
Lucas moved further into the room, slowly letting his arms fall to his side. His eyes turned from cold and malicious to concerned and light. He sat down in an armchair near him, crossing his legs. “Oh, shame. What happened to make your morning unpleasant?”
She was actually a bit scared, her face falling completely. “You should know better than to treat a lady so rudely.” She could swear he was going to pounce on her, but she kept a strong stance. “Now, sir, I have to do my job.”
He stared her down, eyes cold and unforgiving. “And you should know better than to speak to your boss this way.” Lucas shook his head, crossing his arms. “Fine. Carry on, go fix the book shelf or whatever else you set out to do.”
“How should I put this lightly?” She sighed, gripping the books tighter. She felt no need to spend time with him, or anyone at all. Not unless they were running barefoot through the streets and singing songs of olden days. No way on god’s earth would she play him a tune- or god forbid, entertain him in the biblical sense. “I would rather get the plague than spend even a measly hour in your company.”
His face fell from a smirk to a frown, biting at his bottom lip. “How should I put this lightly?”, he snickered, stepping further into her way. “I am your boss, after all. I pay you, don’t I? You should watch your tone, or you’ll be out on the streets by sun down.”
“Best you move, sir.” She smirked, teasing ever so slightly- she was more annoyed over all. “I’ve got a pile books to put away and I can’t do that with you stand there, I’m afraid.”
He was leaning against a doorway, blocking her path. Looking up, Lucas raised a brow. “Could you just leave the books? It’s not like anyone is going to read them. You could always stop cleaning and come chat with me for awhile.”