* 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.

          it’s  easy  to  fall  into  this  domesticity  —  a  lot  easier  than  will  ever  actually  thought  it  was.  he’s  not  used  to  this  kind  of  interaction  with  somebody,  but  he  can’t  say  he’s  not  happy  about  it  either.  it’s  nice  to  have  this  kind  of  trust  in  another  person,  even  if  he’s  pretty  bad  at  it …  but  he’s  trying.

          will  perks  up  almost  immediately  upon  hearing  her  come  home,  and  he’s  putting  the  book  he  was  nurturing  away  —  after  tucking  an  old  burger  king  receipt  into  his  page,  to  not  lose  his  spot.  ❝  you’re  home  way  later  than  i  expected.  ❞  he  hums  softly,  will  offering  his  infamous  LOP - SIDED  smile  for  helena  —  before  he  places  a  gentle  peck  on  her  kiss  ;  a  greeting.  ❝  how  was  it  today  ?  ❞

          She’s smiling as she gazes at him, warmth and affection seeping out of her as she reaches up to stroke his stubbled jaw. It’s always so nice to have someone to come home to.. At his question, she sighs, pulling away to make her way to the table to set her keys and purse down.     ❛❛  It was alright.  ❜❜     She says, fatigue weighing on her tone, her  TIRED  smile reflecting how exhausted she is. 

     ‘living’s overrated,     anyways.’

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there is a nervous edge to her smile. tiff has dealt with people long enough to recognize an undercurrent of fear. it’s subtle in this case, but it’s there somewhere, buried beneath bright blue eyes. she flashes a smile of her own, all teeth but no bite. instead, her eyes are alive — mischievous and curious and scrutinizing. a hand goes up and it’s holding a polaroid, slightly blurry, but nevertheless visibly depicting the image of a man.

“i’m looking for him,” tiff says in a voice that’s perhaps a little too casual. there’s a smell in the air that’s both strange and familiar  ( smoke, blood, and something not at all unpleasant underneath )  and she has a creeping suspicion that it’s emanating from this girl — whatever she is. “ever seen him before?” she asks, widening her starless gaze just a little. 

“i’ve got a score to settle with him, you see.” more like a death sentence to pass. “you know how it is, right? hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, etcetera, etcetera.” 

          Helena eyes the polaroid dubiously, immediately recognizing the man as one of the doctors she works with sometimes. He’s very unpleasant, always making inappropriate jokes and invading Helena’s personal space. Helena’s  DISTASTE  for him flickers over her features before she’s reeling it back, offering a polite smile instead of a the grimace previously occupying her face. 

          ❛❛  A score to settle...  ❜❜    She repeats thoughtfully,   &   yeah, she can see him being the type to have someone wanting vengeance against him. The nurse chews on her lower lip, contemplating her answer. She’s not entirely sure what awaits the man if she reveals his location, but she can assume it won’t be good. Maybe this woman just wants to have a conversation with him?

       ❝ your  sweater  looks  soft, ❞    REMINDS  HER  OF  HER  DAD,  mostly,  large  and  fluffy.    god,  does  she  miss  the  hugs  her  father  gives,  enveloping  her  in  his  massive  wings,  keeping  her  safe  and  warm  for  as  long  as  possible.    wait,  what  was  she  doing  again ??    OH,  YEAH !!    the  woman’s  sweater.        ❝ where  did  you  get  it ?? ❞

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           It’s probably one of the strangest things she’s ever done  ——  and she probably looks weird with her long coveralls and her hair pulled back into a bun but she doesn’t really care, it’s for practicality. The water splashes against her calves, and she smiles as she glances back at Will, a fishing pole in her hands.

          It’s only when she feels the hairs at the back of her neck stand up   &   goosebumps ripple down up and her arms does she turn around, wide blue eyes locked on the woman who seemed to slip in out of no where.