He scoffed. “Of course we do.” he stated. “Just let me do what I came here to do.”he backed further away from her. His chestnut hair turning darker in the dim areas of the room.
"And what's that?"
“You tell me Lara. You called me here,”
“We don’t have enough time—“
He scoffed. “Of course we do.” he stated. “Just let me do what I came here to do.”he backed further away from her. His chestnut hair turning darker in the dim areas of the room. "And what's that?" “You tell me Lara. You called me here,”
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Her fingers sprawled between his larger ones. Chipped colored nails scratching at the spaces between. Caspian held her small grasp, intertwining her hands with his own.
“How’s Germany?” Their father slid another beer across the table toward their older brother Emil. Caspian tried not to stare at him, “Made any friends?” His mouth parted on the verge of answering. Before any of this, the government, the fall of America, Caspian was left out of the conversation. He had a seat now. In front of his father, sharing small talk; something as rare as seeing him in night clothes “Germany is nice. I’ve meet a few people. Some families you may know.” his sister rested her head on his shoulder. Caspian could smell her shampoo. “Good.” Mr.Greene murmured, “Connections are the most important thing a man can have.” “Caspian we have money. We will always have fucking money,” she crossed her arms, blonde hair sticking to her lips. “You were being selfish. Hungry.” Standing, back planted in to the counter, Caspian began to shake his head. There was a silence. A silence as long as their age gap. The opposing generations of family hierarchy glared each other stark in the face.
Chadwick picked up a few things as an outsider. One, was the slight cunningness both of them shared. An attribute undoubtedly installed in them at a young age. No one would win this fight. Winning wasn’t on the table. It was getting the last word. “I don't have money,” he paused, jaw clenching. “He didn’t die and just drop funds in each of our accounts. I’m struggling, unlike you, who... who... got a job you were clearly overqualified for.” “That's not what I said,” she moaned. “ Fuck the money. Get out of this. Now,” Chadwick caressed his neck, fingers tips pulling at the muscle. “Anything, Caspian. Anything, is better than this.” That Russian?” he places a cup of coffee closer to her. Nikki finishes her prayer before studying his strangely, warm familiar face. The steam drifts from the metal mug.
“You don’t know who I am?” she murmurs. “Not a clue,” he responds, sipping his own drink.“ He stares at her more intently now. Her hair. Her eyes. Then, suddenly seems to give up by taking another gulp. “How long have you been here?” Nikki accepts the offering. So far he’s been the most hostile person she’s met. He crosses one leg over the other clearly pondering. His rings clink on to the mug repeatedly until an answer emerges. “I’m not completely sure.” she wrinkles her nose. “A long time I assume.” he speaks the next bit quietly, She wants to ask him what he means. Press him more about the subject until three knocks turn at the door, unwavering with power and purpose. “They’re here,” he says to her. She doesn't need to question that. |
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