Gloria's Cool Date Idea: A Fucking Nap And You Pretend Like She Didn't Drool On You A Little Bit Cause

❝ you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now. ❞ // frank @weaponid

of  course,  frank  would  show  up  like  this.  LIKE  A  THREAT,  like  a  memory  she  hadn’t  invited  but  couldn’t  forget.  gloria  doesn't  flinch,  she  never  does.  not  for  violence,  not  for  men  like  frank,  and  certainly  not  for  words  spat  like  warning  shots.  but  still,  there’s  a  shift  in  posture,  a  tension  strung  too  tightly  in  her  spine,  her  jaw  locked  up.  the  man  was  smart  enough,  at  least  reading  the  tone  far  from  idle  in  the  promise  of  action.  he  walked  off  with  a  bruised  ego  and  utterance  of  a  half-assed  apology  in  his  wake.  gloria  doesn't  watch  him  go;  her  eyes  are  on  frank.  ❛ fuck  sakes,  frank,  you  don't  get  to  do  that!  ❜

her  palm  is  firm,  flat  against  his  chest  and  pushing  back  on  the  immovable  force.  she'd  gotten  good  jabs  in  before,  but  there  was  no  need  to  cast  a  larger  spotlight  on  them.  and  she  presses  into  that  rage  humming  inside him,  steps  in  rhythm  and  away  from  prying  eyes  and  forming  bodies  around  the  commotion.  the  part  of  herself  that  still  aches  for  him  wrestles  with  the  anger  towards  that  feeling.  past  bone  and  marrow,  cutting  into  her  dna  and  whatever  the  empty  sky  deemed  sufficient  for  a  soul.  it  all  stirs  beneath  her  ribcage,  something  that  wants  to  remember  instead  of  survive  on  scraps.  ❛ you  can't  threaten  everyone  that  breathes  near  me,  you  don't  have  that  kind  of  privilege.  ❜

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❛  you  can't  let  other  peoples  opinions  get  in  the  way  of  what  you  want  especially  because  other  people  suck.  ❜

holt & diaz quote starters // @jennifershepard

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the  gun  is  still,  but  her  breath  isn’t.  it  slips  through  clenched  TEETH  as  something  she  doesn’t  trust  herself  to  name.  her  eyes  don’t  waver  and  that’s  the  only  thing  that  doesn’t  betray  her.  everything  else,  every  muscle,  every  nerve  ending  is  listening  to  him.  his  words  coil  around  her  like  smoke  in  a  sealed  room;  thick,  unrelenting,  poisonous  and  holy.

he  stands  in  front  of  her  like  a  revenant.  a  memory  reanimated  into  something  hungrier,  rougher  but  not  gone,  and  maybe  that  was  her  penance  for  unearthing  what  should  have  stayed  dead.  she  watches  the  way  he  leans  into  the  barrel,  like  he’s  inviting  annihilation.  like  he  already  knows  she  won’t  give  it  to  him.

and  that’s  what  tips  her.

gloria  moves  before  thought,  a  surge  of  instinct  and  history.  rage,  ache,  and  hunger  burn  under  her  skin  like  shrapnel  hitting  a  nerve.  she  lifts  her  hand,  the  barrel  close  enough  now  that  it  kisses  his  chin  at  the  juncture  between  flesh  and  mask.  she  knows  he'll  find  her  and  haunt  her, and  she  will  let  him  in  every  single  time.

❛  you’re  right.  i  don’t  want  control  and  i  don't  need  permission  either.  ❜  her  voice  serrated,  low  and  trembling  with  something  that  has  nothing  to  do  with  fear.  her  free  hand  curls  in  his  shirt,  dragging  him  tighter  against  her.  she  wants  to  feel  the  pulse  of  him  and  plead  to  the  man  beneath.

❛  and  you,  what  about  you,  querido?  ❜  she  leaned  in,  her  nose  brushed  his  mask,  mouth  hovering  at  the  edge  of  his  jaw,  and  then  so  suddenly.  CLICK  —  that's  all  it  was:  an  empty  game  of  roulette  she  never  loaded.  a  sound  so  deafening  despite  being  so  small.  She  pulls  back  just  enough  to  look  at  him,  really  look  at  him.  ❛ i  could  always  see  you,  you  know.  all  that  hurt  i  could  sink  my  teeth  into  like  you  tore  into  mine.  ❜

she  holds  a  beat  like  she's  unhinging  her  maw.  ❛  but  you’re  wrong  about  one  thing  ❜  a  push  off  his  frame,  empty  clip  snapped  out  of  the  pistol,  and  the  entirety  falls  to  the  ground.  her  eyes  don't  leave  him,  emotions  too  deep  to  remain  buried  and  twice  as  volatile  as  the  heart  on  her  sleeve.  ❛  i  don’t  want  to  pretend  i’m  better  than  you.  i  want  to  believe  i  wasn’t  always  just  like  you,  but  we  both  know  that's  not  true,  don't  we?  ❜

🔫 [ something tells me it's fucked up but hot though? the one time she can't pull the trigger but should. 🫦 ]

POINT A GUN AT MY MUSE PROMPT. | @waruins

that barrel's not cold. that is what gloria doesn't realize. it's not trembling in her grip. but he can feel the hesitation affecting her. and jigsaw? he feeds on that.

it's not wanton glee or the mockery you'd get from an overperforming circus clown. he has a hunger that lives in the marrow of his bones. the version of him before wouldn't flinch. neither would the one that came back from the mirror.

    ❝ now this—this is the good part. ❞ his voice scrapes out. it's rusted and sharp, like heavy metal dragged across the asphalt. there's a twisted reverence that overrode any delight or scorn he might have derived from his grim circumstances.

his devilish audacity compels him to tempt his fate and step closer. to dare her finger to twitch against the trigger because he invaded her space now, in her head, and still—he’s unafraid of death.

    ❝ oh, go on. ❞ the virtually masked eyes flick to the muzzle that was ready to bark at any second. he wonders what dark whispers it put in her head to make her believe this was the right move. ❝ do it. i’d let you. right here. right now! permission to kill, soldier! ❞

the mask covers the jagged and lopsided grin. it shields her from the ruin, but not the dark dare. his head cocks, wolfish, a second away from acting on the impulse to tear into her for the cowardice alone.

    ❝ i think you want me close. i think you want me to bleed for you. break for you. and maybe even burn you a little and call it worship. ❞ he says it like it was a secret passed between their sinner selves of a previous life. a gospel carved into the wall of some brig.

    ❝ i think this little gun? ain’t punishment. it’s one of our fucked up foreplays. ❞ because it felt familiar. it seemed like some shit he'd be into with a girl like her in his past. his hand lifts slowly—measured, not threatening—fingers brushing against the side of the coal-black barrel like he’s petting it. like it's her hair. his thumb grazes the slide, the tension point of unceremonious death, and he sighs like he's tasted the most exquisite dish for his last day on earth.

    ❝ you don’t want control, gloria. you want permission. you want to see what you are when you stop pretending you're better than me. as if we didn't fly the same colors for our country. ❞ his other hand reaches—not to her, but to his own chest. he taps it once. twice. thrice. firm. he leans in and whispers rot in her ear:

    ❝ squeeze the trigger. i’ll still come back for you, gloria. even if you break me. even if you kill me. i'll crawl outta hell and find you, sweetheart. ❞ then—he steps back. but it's barely an inch away. it's enough to see her beautiful trepidation in her eyes. enough to see if his words led to them softening or hardening. jigsaw grins again.

 ❝ now what’s it gonna be, angel? you gonna make uncle sam proud? or are you scared it’ll feel too fucking good? ❞

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she  doesn't  waste  another  glance  on  the  brewing  storm.  she'd  spent  enough  years  tending  the  aftermath  of  ego;  split  lips,  shattered  knuckles,  the  kind  of  hurt  that  clings  long  after  the  blood  dries.  the  pressure  built  from  years  of  silence  and  pushing  war  down  your  throat  because  it's  not  man  enough  to  admit  it's  there.  so  the  marines  punch  the  Green  Berets  and  the  SEALS  knock  both  of  them  to  the  ground.  on  and  on,  like  all  traditions  of  broken  systems  and  the  bodies  they  leave  behind.  it’s  an  old  but  familiar  ache  now,  a  quiet  grief  for  how  easily  people  throw  themselves  into  ruin,  knowing  there's  nothing  she  could  do  to  stop  it.

❛ smart.  ❜  once,  she  might  have  stayed.  might  have  tilted  her  chin  up  and  thrown  herself  into  the  fray  out  of  pride  or  stubbornness,  to  prove  she  could  survive.  it's  almost  worse  knowing  she  can.  worse,  even  that  she  might  have  tried  to  if  she  had  felt  the  spark  of  violence  gather  close  enough  to  the  surface.  gloria  was  grateful  for  lizzie's  presence.  a  tether  to  the  femininity  the  former  combat  medic  nurtures  within  herself  as  though  it  might  undo  every  terrible  act.

❛ not  just  that,  i  have  a  bottle  of  zacapa  if  you  think  you  can  handle  it.  ❜  it's  a  gentle  nudge  of  words,  limbs  slipping  into  her  jacket,  purse  tucked  high  beneath  her  arm.  gloria  bids  the  rabble  behind,  leading  out  the  door.   

lizzie dons a mask of careful ambivalence,   holding the brewing fight in her peripheral as her sights languidly cycle:   her present company,   her empty glass,   the fine lace of condensation wound along its surface.   a tattered slice of lime sits at the bottom,   sprawled over half-melted ice.   she prods at it with the end of her straw,   quietly indignant of the acuteness of her awareness so deep into the night,   but she avoids the bartender’s eye.   tries to stifle the way she stiffens as egos swell,   boisterous voices teasing the bounds of violence.   she knows this game.   could,   theoretically,   understand its basest appeal:   the thrill of a fight projected.   life rendered in adrenaline bursts and broken skin.   finds herself,   suddenly,   inwardly,   grateful gloria doesn’t seem to share in this interest.   

“not much of a gambler.”   only in the company she keeps,   if murmurs were to be believed—   diluting their business to the simple whim of gangsters and murderers.   as if she were any better.   but,   stealing another glance over her shoulder,   lips pursing in careful assessment,   lizzie inclined to agree.   with a little over a foot of difference between them,   they weren’t exactly entering on even odds.

“yeah?”   she smiles at @medicbled's choice of word,   obnoxious,   shouldering her purse in silent acceptance.   

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🌶️ SC // @pittmade

weight  of  the  day  collapsing  on  her.  days,  really,  the  last  twenty-four  hours  lay  over  her  as  a  shroud,  a  haunting  in  the  shape  of  a  double  shift.  the  door  closes,  and  she  leans  against  it,  sharp  inhale,  and  the  ghost  of  someone’s  last  breath  is  still  stuck  in  her  throat.  the  scent  of  divinity  lingers  in  the  air  from  his  cooking,  the  sterile  horrors  fade  with  the  warmth  of  home.  by  all  accounts,  she  should  eat,  she  should  sleep,  she  should  tuck  this  grief  against  the  cage  of  her  chest  for  another  time.  it's  not  enough,  it's  not  the  kind  of  sustenance  she  needs  to  survive  right  now.  she  needs  more,  she  needs  real,  she  needs  him.  gloria  sought  out  jack  like  a  sinner  pines  for  redemption.

she  didn't  say  anything,  didn't  have  the  words.  she  just  reached  —  hands  fisting  into  his  shirt,  dragging  him  down  to  her.  she  kissed  him  like  she  wanted  to  tear  the  breath  out  of  him,  like  regular  oxygen  wasn't  enough  to  keep  her  lungs  satiated.  fingertips  gliding  through  silver  speckled  curls,  gentle  urgency  that  builds  within  her,  begging  for  reprieve.  between  their  lips,  she  breaks  with  a  sundering  force  and  jagged  breath.❛  i  don't  want  to  think.  ❜  forehead  falling  against  his  as  she  clung  to  him  like  he  was  the  only  reason  she  could  face  it  all  again.  ❛ just  need  you  inside  me.  ❜

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15.     bookcase. // HC @owestwind

BOOKSHELVES// she has a habit, a collection that rivals her record one. two points in her home have dedication to her literature. - a corner in her living room and a good portion of her bedroom. every single book is one she's read at least once before and there are favourites she revisits often. many copies that have seen combat and deployments and gotten her through difficult times. she's a fast, thorough reader and her taste varies, but this is a little snippet of some of her favourites.

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Breeding Kink?

WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO, HOW ARE YOU? MY NAME IS ....HELLLLLOOO?..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................yeah though.

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❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ / frank ! @weaponid

gloria  doesn't  ask  if  he  means  it.  she  watches  him  like  she’s  trying  to  see  past  the  skin  and  into  the  marrow  where  all  that  rage  lives  coiled  and  choking.  watches  him  like  the  cornered  fox  minds  the  rabid  hound.  she  knows  he  means  it;  pain  has  always  been  an  open  door  between  them.  her  hand  twitches  at  her  side,  she  swallows  down  barbed  wire  and  the  fucked  intimacy  of  it  all.  she  moves  fast,  sharp,  her  fist  colliding  with  his  face  in  a  clean,  brutal  arc.  there’s  no  hesitation  behind  it,  no  apology.  honesty  ruptures  and  lands  with  a  crack  that  echoes  louder  than  it  should.  his  head  jerks  to  the  side,  and  for  a  second,  everything  holds.  suspended  and  sacred.

she's  caught  on  every  hitch  in  her  unsteady  cadence  of  breath.  something  so  much  deeper  than  transactional  sadomasochism  and  ire,  because  it's  never  been  that  simple  for  them.  his  skin  is  hot  beneath  her  palm  when  she  grabs  his  jaw,  dragging  his  face  back  to  hers.  her  thumb  presses  along  the  red  blotch  on  his  cheek,  rough  and  reverent.  ❛  that  hard  enough,  frank?  did  that  knock  some  sense  into  your  fucking  head  yet?  ❜  its  a  clawed  grip  behind  his  neck,  the  other  hand  gripping  the  collar  and  yanking  him  closer,  foreheads  pressed  so  hard  it  hurts.  her  voice  breaks  against  his  mouth.  ❛  you're  broken,  i  know,  and  so  am  i.  i  don't  care  how  many  fucked  up  pieces  of  you  are  left  cause  i'm  going  to  keep  coming  back  until  there's  nothing  to  come  back  to.  ❜

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↪     ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿 .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted sentence starters .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   no longer updating .  )

why are you here ?

drive .  drive fast .

i think we should make an informed decision .

are you coming or not ?

you’ve been avoiding me .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?

this should be your priority .

let me hold you for a minute .

get out of my way .  i won’t tell you again .

that wasn’t supposed to happen .

can you keep a secret ?

i don’t know what i did to deserve you .

you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ?

you’re safe with me .

sorry isn’t good enough .

where is all this coming from ?

who told you about that ?

sorry i’m late ,  i got caught up .

you’re being paranoid .

why are you looking at me like that ?

you’re the single most important thing to me .

all i’m asking is that you hear me out .

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

we shouldn’t stick around here .

hold my hand ,  i don’t want to lose track of you .

[ name ]  …  truth or dare ?

i love you .  nothing’s gonna change that .

can you tell me what happened ?

you can’t come around here anymore .

back off ,  okay ?

what ,  you don’t have time for me anymore ?

you’re asking for too much .

i’m trying to start a new life .

what do you mean ,  you aren’t coming back ?

sometimes i think you must hate me .

why can’t we just talk about this ?

i know i fucked up ,  you can stop rubbing it in .

you’ve got quite a reputation .

i’m not usually like this ,  i’m sorry .

please ,  just let me explain myself .

i love watching you work .

we’re on the same team .

did you ever tell anyone ?

you’ve got a lot of explaining to do .

really funny ,  you’re very mature .

you call THAT a PLAN ?

can we get out of here ?

i thought things would be different .

this is not up for debate !

do whatever you have to do .

karma’s going to get you for that .

it could’ve been a lot worse .

i asked you to leave me out of this .

maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith .

i never want to see you again .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i’m gonna be there when you get what’s coming to you .

you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me .

i’ve been waiting all night for this .

i told you not to contact me .

sometimes i really think you have a death wish .

what do you need ?  —  what can i do ?

i would do literally anything to keep you safe .

that was supposed to be a secret .

you haven’t called me that in years .

stop telling me to calm down !

we make a pretty good team .

i have so much i want to say to you .

i’m not going to let anyone hurt you .

can we please not do this right now ? 

wait ,  wait  …  just breathe for a second .

how are you holding up ?

why don’t you stay the night ?  i’ll take the couch .

i don’t need your protection !

you’re not making this easier on yourself .

are you going to let me in ?

i’m supposed to be protecting you .

i will kill you if i have to .

do whatever you have to do .

this is going to hurt ,  i’m sorry .

what happened to you ,  where have you been ?!

there was nothing you could’ve done .

you’re all i need right now .

i don’t believe in love at first sight .

have you been following me ?

i need you to believe me .

what do you remember ?

i’m not a good person .

what the hell’s going on with you ?

you’re being followed .

just when i thought my day couldn’t be any worse .

i’ve been having weird dreams .

so you’ve been lying to me this whole time ?

are you trying to get us killed ?

this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me .

i never asked for your help .

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

why has it started to feel different with you ?

don’t worry ,  i have a plan .

i heard everything .

do you need to sit down ?

i have the right to know what’s going on .

i’ve just gotta catch my breath .

stay out of my business .

what did you think was going to happen ?!

don’t cause a scene .

tell me something about you that i don’t know .

can i buy you a drink ?

what if  …  we played spin the bottle ?

this was never a problem until  [ name ]  came around .

you can’t ask me to make that choice .

are you seeing anyone right now ?

i need you to listen to me ,  we don’t have long .

you’re lying ,  that doesn’t make any sense .

you look  …  stunning .

what are you trying to prove ?

who died and made you the boss of me ?

you can’t just show up here like this .

let me make it up to you .

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this .

can we stay like this ?  just for a little longer .

i don’t need you to fight for me .

so  …  you lied to me ?

you’re the only one that can help me .

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

i never introduced myself ,  i’m [ name ] .

i expected more from you .

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

are you real ?  is this real ?

can i stay with you ?  just for the night .

you’re going to get yourself killed .

why did you help me ?

tell me what i can do to help .

pick a card ,  any card .

i never wanted any of this .

i love you .   you don’t have to say it back .

do you wanna get out of here ?

what the hell are you talking about ?

i should have trusted you .

get your head out of the clouds .

how is any of this MY fault ?!

what aren’t you telling me ?

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

it’s never just one with you ,  is it ?

you’re not supposed to know about that .

shut your mouth .

i haven’t kissed you yet ,  today .

where is this coming from ?

come over here and make me ,  then .

keep lying to yourself ,  see where it gets you .

i’m not a bad person .

is that what you wanted to hear ?

we can’t be seen together .

i can’t give you what you want .

i need you to leave .

are you drunk ?

i’m here ,  i’m here .  i’m not going anywhere .

you might want to take a seat for this .

have you been listening to anything i’ve said ?

i haven’t heard from you in weeks .

you’re jealous ,  aren’t you ?

who do you think you’re talking to ?

what are you reading ?

you could’ve killed me !

come on ,  we don’t have time for this .

i just need ten minutes of silence .

really ?  that’s all you have to say ?

we could leave ,  you know .  go far away .

you don’t look too good .

i never want to see you again .

why can’t you just leave me alone ?

i thought you died .

you’ll do anything for attention .

give me another chance .

how’s the weather up there ?

all you do is hurt people !

i’m sorry ,  none of this makes sense .

you need to get out of here before anyone sees you .

i told you i didn’t want you around here .

is that supposed to be a threat ?

you’ve changed .

don’t look at me like that .

it’s a beautiful day ,  don’t you think ?

i did what i had to do .

you never know when to stop .

i’ve got to get home ,  it’s getting late .

i have nothing to prove to you .

stop LYING to me  …  all you do is lie .

you don’t have to be nice to everybody .

don’t tell me what to do .

pull your head out of the past .

nobody can help me .  i can’t even help me .

we are not talking about that right now .

are you new around here ?

you have no idea what you’re starting .

i’m gonna get us out of here .

whatever you came here to say ,  i don’t want to hear it .

everyone’s staring at us .

is there anything i can do to help ?

i won’t cause you any more trouble .

– just follow my instructions for once !

do you want to come in ?

i just didn’t know what to do .

you need rest ,  lie down .

i’m not who you think i am .

i don’t know what you want me to say .

you’re not like anyone else i’ve ever met .

i feel like i’m going insane .

stop asking ,  you’re not going to like my answer .

i didn’t want you to see me any differently .

i wish i knew what to say to you .

don’t give me that look ,  you know what i mean .

you should be afraid .

do you still love me ?

i never thought i’d get this far .

the world doesn’t revolve around you .

i need you to give me some space .

i know what you’re doing ,  don’t play games .

you left me to die .

i’m beyond repentance .

when are you going to get it through your head ?

i missed you more than i thought i would .

i’m in love with you .

what do you need from me ?

i’ll kill them ,   just say the word .

[ name ] ,   what are you doing here ?

how can i help ?

you’re pathetic .

i need you to come pick me up .

where have you been ?  it’s eleven o’clock .

i couldn’t live with myself if i let you get hurt .

i can’t just pretend it didn’t happen .

you’re a real piece of work .

do you remember how we first met ?

when did all of this fall apart ?

that’s not what i came here for .

i would do anything for you .

i don’t need you to hold my hand through this .

are you sure this is the right thing to do ?

can’t we try to pretend things are okay ?

what is THAT supposed to mean ?

you’re always late ,  what am i supposed to think ?

there’s nothing you can do to fix this .

you’re far too kind to me .

can we go now ?  like ,  right now ?

i have to do this alone .

where’s your common sense ?

we aren’t supposed to be in here .

can you feel my heartbeat ?

i think i’ve seen you around before .

why are you acting weird ?

i have a really bad feeling .

i hate seeing you like this .

how am i supposed to react to that ?

what do you want most in the world ?

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please just let me help you. @pittmade

the  adrenaline  still  pulses  like  mortar  fire  in  her  ears,  the  sheets  had  tangled  tight  around  her  waist,  unravled  in  the  abruptness  when  she  lept  from  bed.  her  breath  comes  in  short,  calculated  bursts,  the  kind  meant  to  hide  the  panic,  not  soothe  it.  A  SURVIVAL  RHYTHMN,  a  trick  she  learned  in  tents  and  triage  units  under  foreign  skies.  eversteady  hands  tremble  and  fumble  with  the  script.  that  emergency  bottle  to  sit  beneath  her  tongue  and  chase  away  reflections  of  war.  she  hasn’t  cried,  she  doesn’t,  not  even  now,  but  her  body  feels  like  it  wants  to.  not  out  of  fear.  not  anymore.  but  exhaustion,  a  deep  marrow-tiredness  that  never  fades,  just  gets  buried  under  scrubs  and  charts  and  too  much  coffee.

please  just  let  me  help  you.

it’s  the  way  he  says  it,  like  a  quiet  promise  in  the  dark,  like  he’s  offering  her  a  place  to  land  instead  of  a  spotlight  to  stand  under.  guilt  tears  through  sinew  and  soul.  no  one  had  ever  seen  her  like  this;  the  burden  she'd  refused  to  unleash  upon  the  unknowing,  the  unwilling.  she  slept  so  well  beside  him,  no  issues  arising  until  the  inevitable  push  against  her  ribs  to  recall.  her  eyes  meet  his,  not  fully,  not  yet,  but  just  the  edge  of  him  in  the  ambient  light  of  her  bathroom.  honey  eyes  far  away,  attempting  to  find  her  HOME  again.  the  bottle  nearly  crushed  in  her  hand  as  she  followed  the  sound  of  his  voice.  she  caught  the  warmth  of  his  scent  and  reached  for  him.  something  in  the  most  broken  parts  of  her  being following  his  imprint  of  energy  like  a  ship  to  harbour  in  a  winter  storm.  ❛  jack.  ❜  a  voice  so  raw,  so  haunted,  crawling  back  to  life.  gloria  is  pressed  to  him,  instinct  of  spirit  sought  and  driving  action.  ❛  i'm  sorry,  i'm  sorry.  ❜  muffled  against  his  chest,  but  she  breathes,  finally.

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