These violent delights
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“You’ve been…beaten up.”
He doesn’t sound particularly clever while stating the obvious, his head tilted to a side, his brows slightly furrowed. Still, he might have hit a nerve, because Lando rolls his eyes and then shrugs, his cocky look a little less cocky than usual.
Fake, he finds himself thinking, trying to examine the bruise on the side of his face without reaching out to brush against it with the tip of his fingers.
“You should have seen the other guy. I mean, it’s probable you’ll see him anyway, once the river spits his body back…”
His manic, hysterical laugh is rather unconvincing. He’s not some kind of Joker, straight outta Gotham and blah blah blah, he’s more of a sad, desperate man who doesn’t look his age and perhaps not even his place in the world.
He looks rather pathetic. A living contradiction.
“Was he sent to eliminate you?”
Now it’s Lando’s turn to frown.
“Why do you care?”Officer Oscar Piastri finds his nemesis, the hired assassin Lando Norris, waiting for him in his kitchen. When Lando, who's obviously on the run from the mysterious syndicate for which he works, asks to have dinner together, he cannot refuse.
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- Part 1 of These violent delights
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“You destroyed my life,” he calmly answers, taking his sweet time not out of cowardice but out of something deeper, something he can’t actually wrap his head around, because it’s not love, it’s not hate, it’s something in between, something infinitely more complicated to navigate – not that he wants to navigate shit right now, but he had to acknowledge it, sooner or later, if only for his own sake.
Lando lets out an uncharacteristic humorless laugh.
“That’s bullshit, officer. I gave you purpose.”
You gave me a long lasting headache, he would like to rebuff, but he doesn’t, waving his hand noncommittally, letting Lando snatch it to examine his fingers one by one.
“I hope you’re satisfied, now that you have my undivided attention.”
“Undivided attention, officer? Careful, someone could mistake that for a love confession.”
Oscar’s heart trips in his chest.
“Would you?”After having faked his death, Lando pops back into Oscar's life. This time, however, Oscar is ready for the inevitable shootout that will, presumably, grant him some kind of closure. Is it really possible, though, to run from something as deep as twisted as their relationship?
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- Part 2 of These violent delights
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Yellow carnation dominates the composition, the flowers still standing tall and proud, starting to show some signs of wilting at the top: disappointment.
You fooled me once, Oscar thinks, swallowing a sour lump that has taken permanent residence in his throat. He stokes the flowers, the petals soft and thin, translucent like tissue paper, and then smothers one into his balled fist. I’m disappointed too, he pictures himself replying. I’m disappointed that I allowed you to walk away. He would never tell Lando the truth, though. He would never go as far as admitting to him and, partly, to himself that he has cheered for Lando, at some point, that he was rooting for the bad guy to get away with his crimes. He reckons Lando would guess it, somehow. He is rather good at guessing him.Oscar gets back to work, on the tail of another assassin. Lando gets defensive and jealous and, as the walls close rapidly in around them, Oscar will be forced to make a life-changing decision in a game of double deceptions and coded messages hidden in flower bouquets.
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- Part 3 of These violent delights