Dancing In The Grey | COMPLETED

Seven: Given—Taken

Liann didn’t know how long she would hold till she eventually broke. Ivet hadn’t spoken to her all day since she woke up, there wasn’t any word out her mouth—not even about yesterday.

The perfect opportunity came fort when Ivet passed by carrying a box, she did stare into Liann’s eyes then just simple began to walk away.

“Why aren’t you talking to me?” Asked Liann as she was almost out of sight, she practically had to shout to grab her attention.

Ivet walked back, standing right in front of Liann, who was sitting at the edge of her seat anticipating her response.

“I’m giving you time.”

Her facial expression didn’t hint that she was joking at all—she was serious about it and it made Liann a bit nervous to ask the next question but she still did.

“Are you supposed to stop talking to me?”

To her when she mentioned she needed time it didn’t have anything to do with Ivet stopping all forms of interaction—she just didn’t want to feel like Ivet was pressuring her and she wanted to at least get to know—Ivet to know her, she didn’t know anything about her why would she like her.

“How will you know what you feel if I’m constantly around.”

That was a fair argument she could admit and it was all for the right reasons, one problem though—she liked Ivet’s annoying company if she wasn’t around who would keep her sane—insane—most days when the loneliness was unbearable.

“Oh. Right.” Liann shook her head slowly. Her palms laid flat on her lap she took her gaze somewhere else—maybe the stacks of books or the agitating squealing of a chair being dragged across the floor—wait.

Liann looked where the noise came from and it had been no other than Ivet. Stopping at her destination—in front of the desk—Ivet took a seat.

“I am upset because my shoulder is killing me. Did you really have to slam me to the ground like that?” Liann was about to respond more of apologizing for that when Ivet cut her of with a finger over lips. “Wait, in fact how do you know how to do all that. No, better question what do you do when you go out?”

“I go out to take pictures.” well that and aimlessly walk around—it hadn’t been a lie.

“I guess a polaroid picture must have taught you how to body slam people.” Ivet scoffed glaring at her, it seemed she wasn’t going to be forgiven for the mistake—that wasn’t all a mistake.

Liann held herself back from giggling at what she said, the glare she was getting had dared her enough to try and laugh.

“Eris taught me.”

Ivet was confused—now who the f**k was Eris. Realisation crossed Liann’s face as she remembered they hadn’t been introduced but some thing would definitely ring a bell to Ivet, “The one that punched you in the stomach the first week you were here.”

How she knew that even when she wasn’t present—well Eris hadn’t let her sleep telling her how weak of a person Ivet was and how she laughed remembering her face before she fell.

“So she did that on purpose?” Ivet asked.

Liann agreed with a nod. “She hated the idea of me housing and paying a stranger who stole my purse.”

“I knew she did that on purpose.” Ivet firmly stated. Even if they had met once she could tell Eris was kind as that smile she gave to Liann. “So you fight for a living?” asked Ivet.

“Boxing, Eris does that. I work with computers and just take pictures.” Liann corrected her.

Sure all that made sense to Ivet—well apart from one thing. “Then why do you fight like a boxer.” for a person that had been just trained with basic moves and hadn’t been in the ring—she was too good.

“Because I’ve been in the ring a couple of times.”

That explains it.

Ivet nodded while pulling back from the desk to lean her back against the chair. “Was that so hard?” she questioned looking at Liann.

“What?” Liann asked a bit puzzled.

“Talking with me without a fight.”

Of course that would be her question and was she smirking right now. “Yes it was.” Liann glared that simply earned her a shrug.

“Okay so you aren’t some vampire or assassin then what down there?”

She didn’t really need to point at what she meant because Liann already knew what—she did ban her and stop her from going to the basement.

Ivet had joked that she was keeping dead bodies or alive ones for all she knew—or that maybe her coffin was there with her rang of weapons. The one that almost got her a slap across the face was that it had been her play room—like in fifty shades of grey.

“You want to go see?” Liann asked.

And that was very very suspicious of her to asked. Ivet disagreed with a head nod, “I feel like I won’t come back out.” Ivet stated being dramatic as always.

“It’s like a gym, it has some equipment. Eris and I use it for training plus it has all my precious computers, I wouldn’t want you stealing them.”

Ivet gasped as she placed a hand over her chest—how absurd of her to think a thief always steals even given such ‘kind’ hospitality.

“That’s way past me. I’ll have you know I haven’t stolen in 17 days.” she spoke proud of her achievement—an achievement was an achievement.

“Congratulations.” Liann spoke smiling as she clapped her hands a few times.

“Wait did you just smile!” Ivet gasped again, two unexpected things at once—Liann congratulating her and smiling as well as clapping.

“Get back to work.” she mumbled getting back to her book, Ivet stood then contemplated whether to ask or not—so she said f**k the response and asked:

“Liann would you like to go on a date with me, sometime?”

Liann hummed, there wasn’t a reason to say no right. “Just tell me when.”

It must have been Ivet’s lucky day because it just kept getting better and better.