divinity

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blonde locks drape over face as they read over the various files on screen . deciphering evidence , breaking firewalls that would be considered illegal if discovered … but that was another little secret that could be erased and denied till the end of time . phone buzzing and buzzing , images of you nephew sparking a smile with giddiness as you marveled in his adorableness . 

reaching over , phone shoved into the brunette’s face as you invaded their personal bubble , “ look jet ! ” high pitched southern accent seeping through even though effort was made to make it less obvious , “ ain’t he the cutest little baby you’ve ever seen ? ”

dark  hair  frames  pale  features  as  she  types,  eyes  rimmed  red  from  the  hours  she  spent  awake  working  on  one  of  her  newest  art  pieces.    not  paintings  this  time  but  more   . . .   abstract  sculptures.  elliot  noticed  them  the  first  time  he  had  come  to  her  for  help,  but  the  collection  had  only  grown  since  then.    

@elysiens      //       elizabeth stabler        hit the heart for a thing

            “ you don’t have to be afraid to come in, you know…” the mother of five hums quietly through closed eyes, a sixth sense telling her that one of her children had been hovering around the entrance to her hospital room. she turns as best as she can towards the door in her hospital bed; never had she imagined she’d be fifty years old with two broken hips, not to mention a whole cacophony of other injuries she couldn’t exactly remember right now. “ elizabeth, ” kathy coos gently, using as much strength as she can muster to wave her daughter over, “ come here sweet girl… it’s going to be okay…” her voice hoarser than she’d expected. 

lizzie  had  been  waiting  nervously  by  the  doorframe,   the  sight  of  her  mother  causing  panic  to  rise  in  her  chest.    she  would  never  forget  visiting  her  mother  after  eli  was  born,    this  fear  an  unfortunate  familiar  feeling.    it  isn’t  until  liz  hears  her  mother’s  voice  that  she  lets  out  the  breath  she  hadn’t  realized  she  was  holding,    a  tear  escaping  as  she  sets  her  purse  down  on  the  chair  nearest  to  her.    “  mom  ...    ”    she  bites  hard  on  her  bottom  lip  to  try  and  keep  the  tears  she  could  feel  building  at  bay.    “  hi.  ”    lizzie  brushes  some  of  the  messed  blonde  strands  of  hair  off  of  her  mother’s  face  with  the  best  smile  she  could  muster  before  she  takes  her  mother’s  hand  into  her  own.    “    i  think  you  should  just  avoid  cars  from  now  on.    please,    for  me?    ”    lizzie  rubs  her  thumb  over  kathy’s  bruised  knuckles,   voice  cracking;  she  really  was  the  spitting  image  of  both  kathy  and  elliot.   “    c’mon,    it’ll  be  fun.    i’ll  walk  everywhere  with  you.    ”

@elysiens        //           elizabeth stabler    hit the heart for a thing

            it wasn’t supposed to be like this, they weren’t supposed to lose their mom until they were older. they were supposed to be going out to dinner as a family, not planning her funeral. all small seed of anger directed at her father settled in the pit of her stomach, but she wasn’t about to go around playing the blame game, at least not quite yet. glancing over at the younger blonde, a sigh escapes kathleen’s lips, “ c’mon, let’s go, ” she mutters quietly as she climbs off the couch, the restless feeling growing exponentially as they sat in their father’s near silent apartment. “ i texted aunt diane, come with me to go pick eli up from the airport… being cooped up here isn’t going to help anything, ” she finishes softly, offering a hand out to her baby sister. “ mo and dickie are talking to father hogan about the arrangements… dad’s off doing whatever he’s doing, ” her nose curling out of irritation.

lizzie  had  settled  into  the  chair  in  the  far  corner  of  the  room  as  she  twists  the  ring  their  mother  had  given  to  her  for  her  sixteenth  birthday  ‘round  and  ‘round  her  pointer  finger.    she  hadn’t  spoken  much,    instead  choosing  to  let  herself  fall  background  to  her  other  siblings.    she  hadn’t  told  anyone  besides  dickie  that  she  was  the  911  dispatcher  on  the  other  end  of  the  call  that  was  made  as  a  result  of  the  car  bomb  detonating  that  ultimately  murdered  their  mother.