quod me nutrit me destruit

Whoops your gelato or whatever the hell you call it is all gone.

Take a chill pill honey bunches.

Hungry much tonight, spitfire?

[Emilie curls up in Quinn’s lap and begins tracing shapes on her palm.]

[Quinn can't help but watch Emilie's little ministrations. Secretly Quinn loved it whenever Em would just touch her idly.]

cagedlilyhurley:

Mhm…that’s wh-what I meant. Didn’t like the f-fighting, it makes me n-nervous and stuff.

Again, I can understand that.  When Kitty lets her claws out, it can get messy.  Just gotta find a way to tune it all out.  Easier said than done, I know but at least try.

[She smiles and playfully nips at her ear.]

[Quinn sets down the guitar and immediately pulls Emilie onto her lap, cradling her close.  Quinn happily leaves a series of love bites on Em's neck.]

N-no that’s not w-what I’m t-trying to say…I’m s-sorry Miss.

You didn't like what happened the other day.  With all of the screaming and yelling, right?  I didn't like it either.

[Emilie walks up behind Quinn and drapes her arms over her shoulders.]

[Quinn looks up over her shoulder and smiles softly.  She manages to sneak a kiss before resuming her strumming.]

N-no Mi…Q, th-that’s not what I meant. When people fight and stuff th-that’s one of my triggers…

I was a fighter...still am in a way, but it takes a hell of a lot to provoke me.  And more often than not it involves people trying to come between me and spitfire.

I get panic attacks and s-stuff Miss Q…m-makes for bad company.

You sound so sure about that.  When you look at me, do I look like someone that would trigger an attack in you?

Wouldn’t have b-been any u-use to you M-miss.

Yeah?  You can't keep someone company?

W-wasn’t well enough to leave but th-thanks…

Hey I put in a rental form, they'd move you regardless of you were feeling.

Had nowhere to go…

I woulda gotten you out, no skin off my back.  Dunno how my slave would take to the company but you seem nice enough.

N-no…all the yelling and stuff is bad. Makes m-me nervous and s-stuff.

I feel ya, I stayed holed up in my studio during the scream-fest earlier.

Finally quiet...