Red Shoes and the 3 Realms

Chapter 19:// Cheers Mate!

Hey lovelies!!

I'm sorry it took sooooooooooo long to update. it was suppose to be merely a 2-4 week study break but guess life doesn't always flow in the direction we want it too. but without any further hold-up, please began the chapter! 

i hope you all enjoy it :))

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Recap:

"Kook is an idiot! Don't take his words to heart. And I'm pretty sure there's a perfectly logical explanation to back up your actions and Lord forbid if there is no proof found I would still protect you because..." he paused.

I felt him tense in my arms as I waited for him to continue but he never did. I pulled back to meet his eyes, as he bore his gaze into mine.

I took a breath and spoke without wavering his eye contact.

"Because I love you" he said.

"Evelyn" I heard another voice.

Gasp!

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Author POV

Drunken Swan sometime prior to the heist

Bandits, booze, and constant bickering were heard in the late evenings of the Drunken Swan. The strong stench of stale beer and salty sweat filled his nose, giving him a sense of nostalgia. He stood there for a moment, eyes closed, calculating his decisions of whether to step in or step back all the while recalling his initial reason to never step foot in this wretched bar again. It did him dirty, all right and for that he will never forgive the owner of this place. But he needed a getaway. Something to take his mind of the never-ending burden he has been carrying. The urge for a break was too strong. He couldn't keep the pain and constant build-up of the emotions caged in him for too long. He took a breath in and pushed further into the pool of humidity, booze, and bandits.

"Ayyyyeee...Ciao Mate!! I thought you finally got caught by the authorities." The bartender spoke who was also the owner of the bar. His greasy hair parted from the middle, jagged teeth, and rebellious stubble really suited his character.

"But I'm here, aren't I?" he spoke in a monotonous voice as he took a seat on a stool by the bar.

"still salty I see" the greasy man joked, letting his warm and sticky breath slowly make its way to his nose as he felt a sudden urge to throw up. Not wanting to make his headache stronger he simply shrugged in response and ordered an XL mug of the strongest ale.

Not wasting anytime, he took in the throat-clenching alcohol, letting his thoughts cloud his eyes. Letting her thoughts cloud his eyes. He quickly asked for a second round and did the same. Seconds turned to thirds and thirds turned to fourths and soon he lost count.

By now, his pace slowed as quite hiccups and slurs replaced his words. The music in the background was tuned out and so were the unnecessary noise. Chuck, the owner and the bartender with greasy hair said something to him but he waved him off, letting his arm to loosely fall by his side and the other to be under his head to support his head. Pink tint took place on his pale face when a tear gently rolled over them.

No matter how hard he tried, his mind went back to her. What was so special about her anyways was something he had been trying to find the answer to. She was like any other girl he had seen. Hell, he'd even slept with girls with better looks but why is it when it comes to her he can't think straight. When he first saw her in the shaft, she left her mark in his heart. The way she spoke so casually with two men who were clear strangers to her, his heart chose to make her feel protected. To make her feel like she belonged. Belonged with him.