Flatmates

Lillies and Ladies

The day was still Sunday, it was actually that afternoon on the side of the road Villanelle dropped off Eve. Villanelle drove away as soon she saw Eve quickly go into her flat. 

As she drove in her car silently through the streets of the city he couldn't help but think. She didn't bother to turn on the radio since she hadn't had a particular interest in music these days. Her mind had washed through the weekend she couldn't help but feel a bit confused. 

She pulled up to her flat and opened the door to a round man with a long blue coat standing in the middle of the room. All she saw was his back and the little gray hair he had left on his head. She silently closed the door behind her lifting her feet up like a stealthy cat. She went into the kitchen , grabbing out a knife out of the wood block. Moving slowly ,as the man was now picking up mail on the coffee table, until she was a meter away.

 Villanelle rushed him while pointing the blade of the knife outward to scare the man. Her body firmly stood behind the unrecognizable man until a swift motion threw her down in front of him. 

Villanelle bursted into laughter as she saw the man's expressions before while she squirmed on the floor. "You shouldn't be doing that!" The man demanded  in a heavy Russian accent. " KON-STAN-TIN" Villanelle exclaimed, emphasizing each part of his name while mimicking his accent. Villanelle knew Konstantin for quite some time yet knew nothing too personal about him. He was a fifty something old from Russia who was assigned to be Villanelle's handler in the Twelve when she "graduated" from the program. She knew he had been around London for a while yet hadn't seen him since she moved there. 

Villanelle handed the knife to Konstantin in which he placed into the coffee table in her living room. She sighed as she got off the floor, wiping off her dress from the little dirt sticking on. Plopping herself onto the sofa, she curled single strands of her blonde hair around her finger. Konstantin decided to sit right next her as well even though in this setting it was like sitting next to a child. Villanelle slouched down as if she'd slide right off the sofa, slouching and sighing. She knew what came next which was a bother to her, even though she'd been through the conversation many times before. " So how do you like---" ( The day goes on/time skip) 

The conversation faded in Villanelle's mind as she looked up from her kitchen, looking out the dark night. The woman was now dressed in a pair of fashionable yoga pants with quiet the oversized 80's t-shirt " Bon Jovi". She had a bowl of bowtie pasta covered in sauce in one hand and the remote in the other as she sat in front of her tv ignoring the pile of mail in front of her. The night was quiet besides the light hum of cars passing below on the streets, she wondered how her first official day of work would be like, in the Thames House.

As such walked into her bedroom just coming from her bathroom after a wash, her hair was damp with her Bon Jovi shirt soaking up the water. Eve's clothes sat there at the foot of her bad just like Eve had left them, Elle walked slowly to them. Unsure of what to do she scooped up the neatly folded clothes holding them up to her face. Elle leaned in and smelled the worn clothes, you could smell the detergent Eve had used, but also a light fragrance of Lillies. Villanelle placed the clothes down remember that Eve had slept beside her the night before. 

She slipped into bed grabbing the pillow beside her, even though Eve had taken a shower the pillow still smelt of her. Villanelle held the pillow in her arms as if she was giving a hug while deeply inhaling, imagining the woman in her arms. Her curly hair sitting on the pillow as she slept, Villanelle opened her eyes and tossed the pillow across the room turning in for the night.