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Liquorice's voice was quiet and deep, like a child telling a secret.
"I love your tattoos." She said ever so softly, batting her eyelashes.
"I do too," John admits, adding a sly wink. Liquorice was trying to make him blush, a game they made up in their boredom.
Liquorice bites the inside of her cheek, looking to the ceiling in thought.
John and Liquorice were at John's ranch, sitting in the middle of the main room on a long table.
To the right of Liquorice was a fireplace lit up with golden lights that danced on the wooden walls of the house.
"Sometimes I want to throw you in a fire while making out with you." John says.
This statement made Liquorice immediately blush.
This banter lasted a whole hour, until John announced he was feeling tired.
Liquorice pouted, watching as the man stood from his seat.
As he is about to leave the room, he turns around to face the woman.
"Are you going to join me?" He smirks, watching as Liquorice's cheeks turned a deep red.
"I-I mean if you want me to." Liquorice felt the back of her neck start to grow hot in embarrassment.
Liquorice had on a white luxurious long robe that had extra material dragging behind her like a wedding dress. Underneath this robe was a light pink sleeping gown that stopped above her knees.
"Thanks for the robe, J." Liquorice laughs, fiddling with the lace that was attached to her dress.
John shrugs. The robe was once another woman's. He has a lot of clothes that belonged to other women tucked away in a wardrobe.
When they reach the doors that led to the rooms, Liquorice looks back to John.
John watches as her honey eyes are set on his face, frozen, as if she were in thought.
She opens her mouth slightly, as if she was going to say something, but it closes a second after.
"Goodnight, Lana." John dismisses himself, walking into his room, leaving the woman standing in the hallway.
She stares at the door that held John behind it, in shock almost.
"Goodnight." She whispers to herself, walking into the spare room.
She jumps into her covers, excited to wake in the morning.
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Liquorice couldn't sleep all night.
She felt ill, disappearing to empty the contents of her stomach every couple minutes.
Liquorice wondered if it was something she ate previously.
As she clutched the porcelain toilet for the last time, she wondered if she was pregnant.
"That's silly," She laughs to herself, being wrapped in her long covers. "I never even had-—"
She was interrupted by a knock on her door. Her head shot up to look at the source of the noise.
"Yes?"
"Lana, are you okay?" A very familiar voice rings from the other side, concern laced in the tone.
"I'm fine, it might just be a small fever." Liquorice lays back into the pillows, her hair in a tangled mess on the white cloud.
"You were basically burping loudly into the toilet for two hours, are you sure?" The voice rings from the other side.
Liquorice let out a laugh into her palm, suddenly regretting it as she smelt her sharp breath.
"I'm fine. You can go back to sleep." Liquorice sits upwards, her empty stomach hurting.
"Lana, it is 8 am."
Liquorice's eyes widened. Her curtains blocked the light from entering the room, so she couldn't tell night from day.
She jumps out of her bed, opening the door in her messy state.
Upon her doing so, it revealed a groomed man with blue eyes.
John quickly glances at Liquorice's state, kinda finding her messiness hot.
"Good morning, my darling Lana." He greets. "Today is the third of—"
Liquorice shakes her head.
"Anyways I just wanted to tell you I'm going out for a few hours." He adjusts the sleeve of his shirt.
Liquorice wondered why he felt compelled to tell her he was going.
She nods, watching as he left with a wave of his hand.
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"L, where are you? I haven't seen you in a while."
Liquorice managed to find herself on a roof again. She held a corded phone to her ear, watching the yard full of people.
"I'm at John's."
Liquorice hears shuffling from the other side of the phone.
"What are you still doing there?"
Liquorice shrugs, forgetting she couldn't see her.
"L, I can't talk right now" The voice rings out, more shuffling from the phone. "I promise I'll see you later."
With those words, the line went dead.
Liquorice climbed down the roof, putting the phone back into it's base.
Maybe she'll go for a walk.
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the siren † john seed
Fanfiction» maybe she was the one he longed for. « Liquorice Converse is fresh meat, a breath of fresh air. She was young, innocent, and pure, a woman made from heaven themselves. John Seed was nothing but.
