Cerulean Heart (Polyfidelity) (MxMxW) (In progress)

1.

"Adiante!" (Come in) Lúa rushed, violently ushering the boy inside the condo. He struggled now carrying her luxury luggage.

"Moitas grazas!" (Thank you so much) the boy she'd learned to be Myron over the lengthy walk jumbled out.

She just waved him off before pointing to the house phone in the corner of the room, mouthing "call your brother" in their native Gallego language. He nodded making his way to the phone while Lúa focused on putting up the last of her things.

Her two bedroom two bathroom condo feeling quite crowded already, she gave a short curse realizing she'd have to feed the boy and actually put him up for the night. For starters, Lúa was a terrible cook with even worse people skills.

She grumbled the entire walk to the kitchen, saying something about kind people get fucked over like dumb asses, and opened the freezer door. She bent slightly to reach the microwaveable meals, taking two kinds out and walking towards the front.

The boy looked frustrated speaking poor heavily accented English into the phone, Lúa couldn't bear to hear it and sat the food on the coffe table taking the phone out the boys surprised hand.

She pointed toward the table and said "pick".

"Hello?"

She placed the phone to her ear and rattled off her address and the time she had to work the next day, telling the confused man he needed to come pick up the youth before then.

"Seriously I have a meeting I can't just dro-"

She physically shook her head in annoyance, "9am." She spoke, her calming voice sweetened by the hint of a accent and hung up the phone.

"Pick out a movie, their under the tv. Names Lúa, I'll be playing big sister for a day." She announced with a tight lipped smile, she was trying to make the kid feel comfortable.

She woke up running. Late.

Curls? Bouncy. Clothes? pristine. Work? Late. Kid? Still fucking there.

They'd fallen into a shitty food coma laughing at bogus romance movies in a makeshift pillow fort. The kid reminded her of her own brother Lue, or at least what she could remember of the sweet boy.

She juggled the kegs in her coat pocket, applying natural toned lipstick in the mirror by her front door. "Fucking hell, just turn the bottom lock on the door. Don't take shit, except for the plate in the microwave. That's yours."

She went to twist the knob when a loud knock came, she gave a exasperated laugh. Flinging the blue door open with more force then necessary, her natural polished fingers jabbing the offender in the chest. "You! Your late. Mother of all that's good and well I should string you up somewhere for all to see, bad brother award. Paint you a little sign that says "I kick puppies for fun" while I'm at it." "

The man looked down at the small etherealWomen in curiosity and amusement. "I'm not Ambrose, I'm just his friend. Don't shoot the messenger tiny girl."

Lúa sized the man up, he was built like a fort with long silky hair and pale features to pull it off.

Her eyes glued to his icey hair, then his eyes to match. "Your taking Ambrose's punishment, I don't care if you were George Washington reincarnated. Go help Myron clean up. Now."

The mans eyes shined showing his amusement, With a hint of something dark at her tone. Still, he mock saluted and lazily waltzed into the front room to see Myron eating waffles on a fallen pillow fort.

"Time to go, let's clean up the ladies house before she bites my head off for your dumbass brother"

Myron smiled goofily, scarfing down the rest of his food first. "She's hilarious, think she'd be willing to wait three years for me?" He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, english slightly better now that he was relaxed.

Lúa bulldozed around the room cleaning at an alarmingly fast rate, she didn't even need the boys. She was immersed, but she still managed to smack the youth in the back of his head for his poor joke.

"100 years to young to even think of being one of my lovers kid, now clean. Faster!"

Aleksei's ears perked up hearing the plural Word, he wanted to ask but it wasn't his business.