Meeting in prison au - Lon'qu x Olivia


Lon'qu didn't know how he ended in here. Well, he knew why he was in prison and it was justified, but was it really necessary to put him in a women's prison? His guess was that the court just wanted to see him suffer.

He grudgingly accepted his fate as he sat in the prison kitchen peeling potatoes. On a stool next to him sat a woman with pink hair that jarred with the orange convict uniform. Around them was hustle and bustle so Lon'qu tried both to get as far away as possible from the women and to avoid the cooks bustling around. He sensed the glances of the woman next to him.

"So you are the prisoner everyone is talking about," she said with an unsteady voice, "My name is Olivia, and-"

Before she could finish her sentence he cut her short. "Quiet. I'm not interested in socialising," he gruffly muttered.

"O-Oh. I just thought, well, maybe to give you some advice what to watch out for. It's easy to make mistakes in the beginning," her voice grew quieter and quieter until he almost couldn't hear her last words.

From the corner of his eye Lon'qu saw how she frowned as if this woman just thought of a very unpleasant incident. He also noticed that her fingertips were already sore and some fingers were even bleeding a little.

The man sighed sourly and cleared his throat. "You peel the potatoes the wrong way," he said curtly.

Puzzled, Olivia looked at him. "Wha-?"

But before she could finish her question, Lon'qu interrupted her again, "You have to do it this way." He demonstrated it to her. "You won't hurt your fingers so much."

The pink haired woman gave him a shaky smile. "Th-Thank you," she stammered.

After some minutes of more or less awkward silence Lon'qu brought himself to further talk to her,

"What did you do?" After a confused look from her he added, "To be here, I mean."

Olivia was quiet for a few seconds while she peeled her potato with utmost concentration.

Her voice was shaking when she began to speak, "My boyfriend at that time attacked me. He w-was drunk, I think. I grabbed a cooking knife to defend myself. He ended up with a little cut on his arm, so the court found me guilty of bodily injury." She finished her story with a weak shrug.

She just defended herself, Lon'qu pondered, however, he knew the judicial system well enough to be aware of the injustice many inmates have to face. Just like Olivia, many of them were innocent. He kept his sentiments to himself.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Olivia's shy voice, "So… Why are you here?"

The only answer she gets is grumbling and a shake of his head.

She watches him with an understanding smile. "It's okay," she said, "Many do foolish things in desperation. You can feel it nowhere as much as in prison."

After a few minutes of silence that wasn't nearly as uncomfortable and awkward as the last one, Lon'qu cautiously nudged Olivia's foot with his.

"Maybe you could give me some advice how to survive here, after all."

With a small smile on her face Olivia began to mumble, "So there is this woman called Tharja, and she…"

The man involuntarily leaned closer to catch every little word she said. It seemed like he had to learn a lot of things about the women's prison.