LIVING DEAD GIRL

@deadgcrl​ said:  ‘i’m sorry…’

After their fight and with how unwelcomed the demon had felt, Jarael didn’t return on his own. With what she had told him, without ever wording an issue before that day, he didn’t feel like popping up unannounced and uninvited. Sure, she was the mother of his unborn, but this didn’t mean he had any right to decide on when to see her. It was maybe something he needed to get used to.. he was surprised when she had summoned him by the third day after the fight. Yes, it was a bit immature to not just come by, do that knocking she seemed to love so much, but he was hurt and he didn’t feel like just swallowing that. “I am not intending to harm you.. or upset you, never.” Jarael clarified, standing in a bit of a distance to her. “The barrier was stronger than usual, which had me assume my demonic side was no longer appreciated around here.” maybe just saying what he was thinking was a good idea in that situation.

               ☽                  there’s  a  soft  huff,  arms  lifting  to  settle  on  her  hips  as  she  narrows  her  gaze  at  the  other.   ❛   then  don’t  fucking  assume  about  me,  yeah?  i  was  just  trying  to  be  friendly.  my  bad. . .  it  won’t  happen  again.   ❜ 

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They’d been paid, the situation finally handled between the Ten Rings and her father. It meant she could go home, despite the fact they had grown close during her stay. It hadn’t been expected or planned, but they did need to fulfill their end of the deal which meant she had to leave. So, he opted to bring her home as he was the one who had taken her from it in the first place. It had been a quiet ride from the compound to the air field where the coordinated ride would take them to her father. Of course they had men on the inside waiting to drive then. Andrei was used to having people in and out of his life, with a few constants. For someone who hadn’t been in it long, he had begun getting used to having her as a constant. Now,  as was fashion with his life, she would be leaving it. Maybe that was why he had been so quiet the entire time they’d been on this little trip. Even as they approached the house, his lips remained sealed. 

However, he still accompanied her inside. Almost as if he was a bodyguard on the way to deliver his charge to their destination. But as they got closer to seeing her father, it was sinking in for him more and more. So as they stepped into the elevator that would take them to the floor where he awaited, he pulled her into a kiss. One that almost seemed like goodbye and he pulled away in time for the doors to open. And as he stepped out with her before him, Andrei had thought it would be a peaceful exchange. Everything had been done but there was a look in his eye and before he knew it, a gun was pulled from a holster and aimed at him. On reflex, Andrei charged forward, betting on the fact he wouldn’t be quick enough on the resolve to pull the trigger. The Romanian had been right, the pull of the trigger delayed enough for him to move his arm away so it wouldn’t hit him. His left hand moving to disarm him before sending a strike towards his throat to incapacitate him. It was all quick and done with precision for someone like him training coming into effect. 

However, he heard her voice from behind. It was weak, saying his name to get his attention. Brow furrowed as he turned to look, anger still in him that he would try to shoot him after the deal had been finished fairly. But then the anger shifted towards himself. She was bleeding from the gunshot intended for him and he had pushed it aside not thinking that she could have been there. “No, no, no.” He mumbles to himself as he rushes to her side. “Stay with me.” He adds, his voice quiet for her to only hear. Soon he’s picking her up and opting to quickly go down the stairs for help.

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                ☽                  she  hates  the  silence.  wants  to  scream  and  throw  a  tantrum  at  having  to  go  home.  she  wants  to  rationalize  that  her  father  wouldn’t  miss  her;  he  didn’t  need  her  back  and  he’d  probably  be  happier  having  her  out  of  the  picture.  but  she  matches  the  others  silence;  already  knows  how  emotional  she’ll  end  up  getting  if  they  start  talking  about  the  future.  it  wasn’t  an  end,  she  refused  to  believe  that,  because  she  deserved  to  be  happy,  after  everything,  she’d  figure  it  out.  somehow  she  would.  she’s  been  moving  on  auto  pilot,  going  through  the  emotions  and  allowing  andrei  to  lead  her  wherever  she  needed  to  go.

         the  kiss  is  what  pulls  her  back  to  reality,  a  soft  noise  of  surprise  escaping  the  brunette  and  she’s  quick  to  return  it.  it  ends  far  too  soon,  the  soft  ding  of  the  elevator  signals  their  arrival  on  the  floor.    ❛  wait. . .   ❜  her  voice  is  soft,  but  he’s  already  moving  out  of  the  elevator  and  she’s  quick  to  follow  after  him;  utterly  dazed  from  the  quick  and  almost  final  affection. her  tongue  snakes  out  to  wet  her  lips,  a  tender  smile  stretching  across  them.

     she  almost  misses  what  happens;  it  takes  but  a  few  seconds,  but  the  realization  of  what  her  father  attempted  to  do  seems  to  slow  time,  especially  when  the  gun  goes  off  and  seconds  later  there’s  a  white  hot  pain  from  her  abdomen. everything  zips  from  slow  motion  to  a  regular  pace,  hand  coming  away  from  her  stomach  wet  and  red,  and  for  a  moment  she  can’t  process  it.    

“i love you so much too, kat.” he wishes they could stay like this forever. safe and acting normal, just away from it all. no spies or angry fathers. just them. “what if we could have this all the time?” ian muses after a moment. “we could run away. have a life. settle down.” he looks at her, an idea brewing in his head. “we could make it work.”