Making her Joyful Again || RF Julie x FEM reader || L1TTL3_R0TT3N

- Ch. 6: Thorns of Protection -

! TW: sexual assault, manipulation, intimacy !

Julie and [Name] were busy for the next several days. They rarely had the chance to see each other, but that didn't seem to cross [Name]'s mind as often as it usually did. She was swamped, and her schedule filled.

But she snapped from her work-heavy state when two hands slammed onto her desk. She looked up in a flash to lock eyes with the interloper. Cod stared down at her with his purple eyes squinted in excitement. "Hey, bitch." He propped his elbows on the desk and plopped his head in his hands.

"Hey, jackass. What's up?" She smiled back, refreshed by seeing him. He playfully rolled his eyes before gliding his webbed fingers across the frame of one of her desk photos. 

"I scored us the rest of the day off." He bit down on his lip in pride. He seemed so proud of himself, his eyes gleaming their amethyst color. [Name] was left with her lips parted. "How did you get both of us off, fishy?"

He shrugged. He had a smug way of going about things. He had his upbringing to thank for that. "I stood up in front of the fireplace in the lobby for ten minutes and went to Dr. Sennight's office telling her I had terrible pink eye." He dramatically held the back of his hand on his forehead. 

"Great, amazing, but what does that have to do with me?" [Name] held a hand up, twirling a pen between her fingers. 

Cod smirked down at her and shrugged. "I mentioned that we had been hanging out the night I got it. So with that, she demanded both of us leave until it 'clears up'."He held up two fingers to emphasize his sarcasm.

She sat back, honestly impressed. Cod was almost an expert at lying and used it to every whim he wanted. "Shit. I'm impressed." She scoffed out a smirk, crossing her arms. Cod still looked completely proud of himself. He looked like a small child, proud of the terrible stick drawing they made.

"Where are we going?" [Name] raised her eyebrows to her forehead when she asked him. Cod just smiled at her and avoided eye contact. "How about a swim?"

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Even though Cod was a complete liar and con artist on land, there was one person he never dared lie to. Because she was the only one who could see right through him. Someone who could lie even better.

Thymia Calliope.

The melancholic music boomed through the underwater club, jazz, and class mixing to create art. Even in a bubble, unable to hear clearly, [Name] still enjoyed the sound. "It's been so long since I've seen your mother. How is she?" She asked.

Cod swam in through the club with a happy smile. Not a smirk, like the ones he wore when his heart desired something dark, a pure smile. A smile that only desired good.

"Good, last I heard." His eyebrows arched, his mind mixed with concern and anticipation. She smiled in enjoyment to see how happy he was. Cod liked to look happy instead of feeling it.

He pushed his emotions away, trying to fight them off to keep them from hurting him. He covered himself, but not enough for [Name] not to spot it. To her, his shield was sheer and made of flimsy plastic.

But his mother strengthened him. It was their bond that always made [Name] envious of her relationships that lacked in comparison.