Fifty Shades Of Lyon [REWORK]

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Next Morning

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Lucious opened his eyes slowly this morning, seeming quite confused for the first few seconds that he examined his surroundings. For a brief moment, he had completely forgotten that he was in a different location.

He checked his phone, realizing that he had woken up a bit earlier than the 5AM alarm that he had set so that he would have time to head home and get dressed before heading to the office. It was currently 4:13AM, and he noticed that Violet was still asleep in the same position but turned to face the opposite direction.

He had noticed that a part of her shirt had risen up, allowing for a part of her waist to be seen. Amongst staring at it a little more thoroughly, he noticed a dark purple bruise with greenish outlining. It was the size of a baseball, and the greenish outlining of it meant that it had been there for almost a week. Now he had known for sure what was causing her to be in so much pain.

She knew that these bruises came from Elijah, and so did the black eye. She had been getting abused and this explains the reason she started to cry while he and her had their phone call. The trauma of the event carries a weight that is almost too difficult to bear. Flushing her with anxiety, filling her with fear of others.

He sat up as quietly as he could, then turning to place his feet flat onto the floor. He headed to the bathroom to change his clothes.

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By the time he got back, Violet was sitting up. She yawned, then stretching her arms above her head. She seemed surprised to see Lucious, but there was a hint of contentment on her face. "Good morning." Lucious said. "Goodmorning..." She said. "It isn't your turn to wake up, yet." He joked. "What time is it? And...the power is back on?" She asked.

"It's about 4:30. I decided to get up a little earlier so that I could head back home and get ready for work. And yes, the power is back on. It came on about an hour after we went to bed." He said. "Oh..." She said. She then noticed what he was wearing.

A guilty expression developed on her face. "Oh no, I forgot to wash your suit for you- Wash it?" Lucious asked. "Why would you need to do that?" He asked. She crossed her legs. "W-well...you were the guest..." She said. He grinned her way. "Yes, and while I appreciate that, you don't have to include that in your hospitality. Don't worry. I'm going to handle all of this when I get back home." He said, walking to the couch and beginning to fold up the blanket he slept on.

"Oh, you don't have to fold it- Too late, I'm already doing it." Lucious said in a friendly tone. She curled her lips awkwardly, and stared down at her lap. He noticed this, then speaking once more. "But that's very sweet of you." He said. He could see her smiling to herself.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" He asked. She tilted her head up again, then nodding. "You do mind? Noted, I will shut up then." He said. She shook her head, then cracking another smile in a way that showed her teeth for a brief moment. "No, I don't mind..." She said.

"Oh. Well, I was thinking about yesterday. I remember that you were feeling a little bit overwhelmed. Do you mind if I ask what you think might have caused you to start feeling that way?" He questioned. She then seemed to try to cover her often picked-at fingers.