"When you cry, do you close your eyes?"
Ladd Russo x Lua Klein
Lua Klein was always a soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman. Only a few words would depart her lips, very comforting words, in a quiet voice. A sort of melancholic look was always plastered on her delicate face, looking as if she were devoid of all emotion. She was so calm, so gentlewomanly.
Ladd Russo was not. Ladd Russo was the exact opposite.
The sadistic blond was loud. Loud, and extremely violent. His desire to kill was great, it was as if he lived and breathed violence itself, taking it into his body, and living off of it. It was entertainment, it was fun, it was highly enjoyable. Those piercingly bright blue eyes that contrasted the blood splattered on his face greatly made him look all the more terrifying.
How, or rather, why the universe brought those two together, no body would know.
But the two opposites sat across from each other, Lua as quiet as ever, and Ladd on a chair, one arm slung over it as he slouched. He scanned his fiancée's sitting form, how her green eyes looked as calm as ever. It was almost saddening.
"Hey, Dollface…" the assisin began, his accent prominent, indicating he was a New Yorker, "why're you lookin' so down on the dumps today?"
Lua looked up at the man, a look of confusion striking her face. "What ever do you mean Ladd?" she asked, her voice gentle, coming out almost like a whisper.
"I mean that you look like you had a bad day. Someone touch you? Someone hurt you?" Ladd questioned, but moved on quickly. "Because you seem more quiet than usual." There was no resposne from the woman, and the blond stood up quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets and pacing around the room quickly. He didn't like sitting around in one place for too long, especially when he felt something was off. "When you're upset, do you cry?" he asked suddenly, turning his head towards her.
"Because I've never cried before. So I wouldn't know. I don't exactly get 'sad' either, but that's not the point. Well?" he rambled, and walked over to her and stopped. If he had towered her before, he certainly towered her now. "Why do people cry when they're sad, Lua? It confuses me ever so greatly. Why do they cry when they're in pain? And when they're happy? Don't you think tears are such useless things?" he went on, showing no signs of stopping.
Lua looked at the blond, confused. "Well, if the human body is 75% water, then maybe a person cries to show that something inside them is pouring out, like they're really damaged," she offered, not exactly sure where he was going with this. "And when something comes out of a body, then you know something's wrong. Right?"
Ladd grinned at his fiancée's reply, crouching down to her level to cup her chin with his large hand. "You are so smart Lua. I can't believe someone as smart as you are to be my wife," he praised her, looking into her green eyes.
"Ladd…" the woman mumbled, blinking in confusion.
"Oh I'm so in love with you, you always have the right thing to say!" he went on, his grin widening. They weren't lies, far from them. Ladd meant every word he said, and they were sincere, even if they didn't sound it. "How did I ever get a pretty little thing like you? I could actually 'cry'!" He took the blonde woman's hand and brought her to her feet, grinning down at her. "You're so full of life Lua, so lovely and gentle." Ladd tucked a strand of her soft hair behind her ear, and twirled another piece of it.
"That's why I'm absolutely honored to be the one to kill you."
They were words of sincerity.
Words of love.
And Lua accepted them.
Because she was in love too.