Aurora signed, looking over at him. “Because you have no right to just kidnap me and keep me here. If you don’t let me go, someone will know I’m missing and will come looking for me.” She said with a serious glare.
Luke moves closer to Aurora, a smile never fading from his lips as he listens to her talk. It was always the same thing; idle threats and pleads that would only fall on deaf ears. “You see, the problem with that is how will they know where to find you?” The answer to that was simple: they wouldn’t.
She could tell that Luke was agitated as she quit singing and began to hum along to the familiar tune that she was sure Luke had no idea what it was as she turned to him. The drive home was awkward—Luke wasn’t much a talker if he wasn’t insulting Sarah, which she was beginning to get used to as time went on, but Sarah couldn’t stop herself as she turned to Luke “Why so quiet over there? No insults or something witty?” she asked, a smirk on her face.
A silence falls between them and the twin enjoys the lull it conversation. The rest of the drive home is pretty straight, allowing him to lose himself in his thoughts. But then Sarah is asking a question and his brow furrows at the interruption. Luke gives her a long sideways glance before returning his attention to the road. “Do you want me to insult you?” Because he doesn’t.
outoftwins; so let me get this straight: i’m finally active and i lose followers? okay.
There’s a spark of anger behind Luke’s gaze as he stares at them for a long, agonizing moment. A quick slash to the throat or a stab to the stomach could easily end his irritation forever. But at the last moment he seems to change his mind and gives a shrug. “Eh, don’t worry about it.”
"You say that like you have a problem with it."
"Besides, I know I’m hard to resist."
"Those are dangerous words, mon cher.”
"Are you sure?”
She could tell Luke was embarrassed to be near her as she let a smile out “But seriously, what would you do for a Klondike bar? Cause I have one, but I’m not going to eat it!” she proclaimed to the young killer.
"What would I do?" Luke repeats her question, his brow arching in mild amusement. Nothing. That’s what he would do, because he doesn’t want the Klondike bar. But even if he did, he’d simply take it or buy his own instead of pretending he was in one of those god awful commercials. “Well I don’t want it either. Why don’t you ask Mark.”
"If you can’t reach a phone, maybe I’m worrying for good reason."
"—But you’re okay?"
"Maybe I just left it in the car…?"
"I’m f i n e. I’m in one piece, aren’t I?”
"You have a creeper quality paired with creeper traits, like talking to a young girl you don’t know and who doesn’t know you." I explain with a smirk. "Doesn’t that seem pretty creeper like to you?"
Luke? Creepy? No way. He’s mildly offended by this. “No, not really.” Luke shrugs with a smile, brushing off her accusations. It doesn’t matter that she may be right, because it’s for all the wrong reasons. “Since when is it a crime to talk to a girl?”