Run Off → 91 Days Fanfic

Run Back Home

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Run Off's theme is The Requiem of 91 Days.

[Y/N]'s theme is Arrivederci.

Avilio's theme is the Main Theme.

Corteo's theme is Days of Nostalgia.

Nero's theme is The River to Release.

Frate's theme is Malinconia Valzer.

Angelo's theme is-

The car ride home could have been more peaceful. Your parents continued to talk about how Fango was being an utter asshole and the fact that you let him talk to you that way. They told you next time he tries to corner you into a wall you should stomp on his ugly boots' as your mother said. They kept scolding until the three of you reached your apartment, pulling up into the driveway to drop you off.

Apparently, your father and mother had to go back to the bank because someone made a special request to withdraw a large amount of money, as said from the call from the bank. You decided not to go with them, the subject sparked little interest in you, maybe if it was a bank robbery you would have loved to watch. Now, that was interesting.

Still, they let you out of the car and waited until you were able to make your way inside. There was a little pout on your face as you walked through the door because there was no one here to greet you, normally Corteo would attend to you straight away. You missed the little pastry snacks he would get ready, they were just as sweet as him.

You found yourself staring outside the window with your hands trembling with anxiety. The sound of a vehicle running in the distance signifies that your parents are pulling out of the driveway, you watched the car turn and position itself on the road.

One of the maids saw you standing in the foyer and apologized for not welcoming you. Waving it off, you asked the old woman to draw you a bath with hot water. She folds the tablecloths she was carrying and nods to begin her work right away. You decided it was best to head to the kitchen to grab a quick snack, you were exhausted from that meeting after all.

Chewing on an Oh Henry chocolate bar, you made your way into your room and towards the bathroom where the hot bath was waiting for you. There was a little struggle as you untied your grey dress, you had to twist your body awkwardly, pull the ribbons, and drag down the zipper.

The dress falls to your ankles and you used your feet to kick it into the laundry hamper. Standing in your white bathroom, your bare body almost shudders from the cool air. Quickly, you made your way towards the pearly bathtub, dipping your toes into the water first.

The bubbles moved around in the bath as you slowly made your way inside. A satisfied sigh escapes your lips as you sink further into the hot water. You felt your shoulders relax and your expression softened. It was pure bliss; taking a steaming bath right after narrowly getting caught for murder.

Your arms wrapped around your knees as you pulled them up to your chest. You traced the tips of your fingers over the inhuman bite marks on your arms, eyes following every enclosed scar. The small circular burns were also clearly visible on your upper arms, only the butt of a cigarette would do something like that. No wonder why you stayed away from them, as well as dogs.

Prying your attention away from the painful memories, you focused on the glass stained window in front of you. The lavender-scented soap was slowly calming your down, the light floral aroma was just the right thing you needed.