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wanna pretend like we could run away?
Velvette didn’t want to run away from her afterlife. Being a Vee had given her everything she had ever wanted. But pretending to run away? To have the excitement of getting away with something out of the eyes of Valentino and Vox, without actually leaving them in the end? Velvette was up for a day of that.
Clara said she would take care of their ride. Velvette went to the pick up point—somewhere Vox wouldn’t have eyes on her. She had no doubt it was Clara driving up when she saw the immaculate lavender Lamborghini turn onto the road.
The window rolled down as Clara glanced over a pair of sunglasses. “You needing a ride, gorgeous?”
Velvette guffawed and pushed her into the passenger seat. Clara didn’t mind at all, easily rolling to the other side and getting comfortable there.
“You don’t have any blood on the wheels or grill yet?” Velvette didn’t have to adjust the seat, it did it for her. She might have to check if there was Voxtek tech in the engine, but she knew Clara knew better. She would have been careful. Maybe it was a knock off.
“Not yet.” Clara smirked, putting her feet up on the dash. “No rush for it.”
“Stands out a bit without.”
“Vel, it’s a hot rod in Pentagram City. It’d stand out regardless. All this tells anyone is that it’s new.”
True enough. The engine purred and Velvette shot them out northeast. Like they would be able to get past the wall which kept them in Pride. After all, where else would there be to run to if they were pretending like they could run away?
“Do you know what happens if a Sinner gets on the lift to another Ring?” Velvette had never thought about it before.
Clara made a splattering sound and stretched her fingers out from her palms. Velvette rolled her eyes and made a swerve around some idiots to have them smooth sailing away from the Carmines, away from Vox and Valentino. Just for today, they could pretend it was only the both of them. Velvette wouldn’t want to pretend for longer than that and she knew Clara didn’t either. Clara loved her mother and sister too much. Velvette loved tolerated Vox and Val too much.
But this was something she had missed out on during life. She assumed Clara had as well, considering how old she was. Even if Clara had done something like this in life, it wouldn’t have been comparable. No car, after all.
They only played songs Clara had downloaded on her phone. They came across a row of Sinners which were such easy targets that, when Clara gave her a nod with a large grin, Velvette hit them all like she was a bowling ball. Some scattered, the rest splattered, and the windshield wipers did a good job of getting the blood out of the way. They laughed.
Later they stopped to get drinks. Velvette had a disguise on which made her look pale a shit and Clara clambered into the back while Velvette ordered. She couldn’t quite help but ask for something she would usually get with additions and substitutes a yard long. Clara’s, by comparison, was much more manageable, except for the specific temperature she wanted. It took three times for the staff to get both their orders right and Clara kept every single wrong drink as they drove off.
“You going to be able handle that much sugar?”
“I can inhale sugar. It’s like my caffeine.”
Velvette chortled.
She went down roads she had never walked before she became an Overlord and wouldn’t be caught dead on if others knew she was there. It wasn’t like she hadn’t known these places were here. People took plenty of pictures to post on social media and Vox loved to piece together everything about any place he didn’t have a camera on the corner of.
“You’re thinking about work,” Clara warned cheerfully.
Velvette scoffed. “No.”
“Please. It’s always on the back of your mind.”
“I’m no Vox.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Velvette flipped Clara off. As if she hadn’t bitched about him enough. She had heard a lot more about Carmilla and Odette as well. “What would your sister’s order be?”
“Black coffee. That’s all she wants to drink during the day. Other than water.” Clara sighed. “It’s boring, but it works for her.”
“Ew.”
Clara pressed her heel against Velvette’s thigh. Velvette swatted it, but didn’t push her away.
Maybe their day was punctuated by Velvette smashing the car right by the barrier keeping them inside the Sinner’s bubble of Pride. More because Clara urged her to drive headlong into it, but Velvette remembered last moment what she had said about the lift. It wasn’t like the car would be stopped. She swerved and hit another building.
Clara laughed, straightening in her seat. “How’s the engine?”
Shaking off the crash, Velvette turned the engine on again. “Huh. Still working.”
“Not nearly as immaculate though, hm?”
“Too bad.” If they hadn’t been fucking around with it all day, she would have loved a picture of it. Well, she could search to see if anyone else caught it and have a car like this one made for herself. Clara would share who did the detailing.
Clara leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Today’s been fun.”
Velvette agreed. She reached up, her fingers tangling into the back of Clara’s wool, feeling the softness she wanted to pull in closer. She didn’t. “Did you want to find some random nosh before we split ways?”
“Yeah. We don’t have to be headed home yet.”
Not yet, but soon. It was a good day. One with selfies Velvette kept all to herself.