// ooc.
another one of my many headcanons LOL
my lawrence actually likes flowers TO AN EXTENT - he only likes poisonous ones. he feels as though there is honesty in violence, and to be both beautiful and violent is breathtaking.
the next step was to get her to somewhere far more secluded to complete the slaughtering without detection. he figured she would wear herself out by then from fighting and struggling for her life. methodically, lawrence pinned her delicate arms behind her back and drug her along.
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด.
bursting out from behind the bushes, a flurry of leaves briefly surrounded the two. as they fell to the forest floor, lawrence made quick work of tying an old rag around her mouth to muffle any cries for help.
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barely keeping himself up on his own two feet, he collapsed onto the poor gentleman and grabbed awkwardly for his collar, pulling his fist back once more. lawrence was incredibly unstable at this rate. he wanted this man to pay for what he had done.
moving one foot forward with intentions to tower over the leader in a display of dominance and intimidation, lawrence's vision kaleidoscoped. his pale blue eyes frantically moving in attempts to try and focus, to make sense of this figure before him.
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drawing back his fist, lawrence had no idea if he had landed the punch or not. thanks to the hours of work he had spent at the warehouse, his strength was rather considerable, but he was clumsy even when sober.
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" ... plants? " now he was interested. there was no way she could have known one of his passions. one could argue that this was fate.
he gave the girl a weak smile, although to most this would cause a bit of unease as he still had a strange look in his eyes. " what kind? "
this was such a mistake, coming here. he couldn't get a scrap of peace and quiet, now could he? and now this saccharine young lady wouldn't stop tormenting him. slouched forward, his thoughts grew darker. almost tuning her out entirely until one word caught his attention.
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he couldnโt bare the thought of lily being successful. he wasnโt quite sure what exactly about it that perturbed him so, as lawrence certainly wouldnโt want the responsibility for his own.
what did ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ know about plants, anyway?
he was muttering to himself again.
โ oh ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ you now? โ
lawrence spoke coldly, his gaze still
fixed on the floor. he never once expected that meek little lily would be up to such a task. rising to his feet, lawrence placed the shard on the windowsill. he would clean that later โ that is, if he remembered.
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absentmindedly raking his fingers across a crumbling leaf, he watched as the remnants fell through his fingers. smiling to himself, he turned to face her.
โ so mom and dad is helping you with this.. experiment of yours? โ
to lawrence, that had to be the only explanation.
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he nodded contentedly as he began to feel a light buzz emanate throughout his body. whether it was the drugs or the liquor was anyoneโs guess. all lawrence knew was that he felt great.
โ yeahโฆ itโs really good. what about yours? โ
gritting his teeth in annoyance at the mere thought, lawrence averted his gaze elsewhere, hoping she would drop the act already and just leave to pester some other pathetic looking man. he supposed that he did fit the bill, though.
" there's nothing special about it. "
... what did she want from him?
he was growing suspicious now, people never liked him. never had, never will. and he liked it that way, didn't he? was she just trying to get a rise out of him?
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