drabbles

I Don't Wanna Live Forever

Chapter 3.

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Coriolanus

It was a calculated risk. Leaving his mother's compact behind.

But it paid off when he heard a knock on his front doors. Coriolanus considered himself a smart man, smarter than most considering he'd graduated top of his class. So he knew what he needed to do to get Soarynn fully alone and talk about things.

His friends had been the right kind of drunk for him to leave behind one of his most prized possessions, in hopes of getting his other prized possession back.

And here they both were, knocking at his front doors.

Coriolanus ran his fingers through his curls as he strode to the doors, a bit of nerves hitting him before he pulled open the massive doors. He felt like he was hit with a breath of fresh air as Soarynn looked up at him, the compact safely concealed in her clutched hand.

Soarynn was as loyal as they came.

He couldn't stop the small smile from spreading across his lips as he looked down at her, and she truly was a stunning creature. How he had let her slip through his fingers was beyond him. Hopefully, he could fix that tonight.

"You left this," she said breathlessly, holding out the compact he held so dear to his heart. Coriolanus nodded, "I did."

A look of surprise came over her face before she furrowed her eyebrows, "You left it on purpose?" She asked although it sounded more accusatory than questioning.

Coriolanus scratched the back of his neck, "I did. I...why don't you come inside?" He stepped to the side, allowing her to walk into the penthouse. It was empty of course, since his grandmother had passed he had seen no reason to bring anyone else into the grand apartment, not even a maid.

Soarynn's heels echoed off the halls as she walked further into the penthouse she was so familiar with, and stopped once she reached the living room. She turned back to look at him, and she seemed quite unsure of herself and how to conduct herself in his home.

"Don't act like you haven't been here before," he teased, slowly walking towards her.

Soarynn scoffed but visibly relaxed, which was good, he didn't want her to be uncomfortable. She placed the compact down on the coffee table, mahogany of course.

"I should go," she told him, although her eyes begged him to ask her to stay.

Coriolanus shook his head, "I think you're right where you belong."

She let out a breathy laugh as she sank down onto the sofa and carded her hand through her hair, "You know it felt like all eyes were on us tonight, watching to see which one of us broke first."

Coriolanus nodded, she was right, all eyes had been keeping track of their every move. The boys had given him hell once they got comfortable in the sitting room.

"If you don't makeup with her, I'll gladly take her home," Festus had said to him.

Coriolanus had resisted the urge to punch him in the nose, but he knew it was just the drinks talking. "Well, which one of us broke first then?" Coriolanus asked her, a hint of competitiveness in his tone.

Maybe he had inherited it from his father, but Coriolanus was an extremely competitive man. That was how he'd won the Plinth Prize and secured an internship as a Game Maker. How he'd decided to run for President.