Somewhere, In a Land Close to Home
A fic for @marina-does-things based around Shawâs lovely hair, entirely from that painting she did:Â http://marina-does-things.tumblr.com/image/156497648006
I tried to make it fluffy but some angst got mixed in because, well, you know me. Angst touch instead of the Midas touch. But the ending is happy, I promise! (It was also supposed to be sexier but unfortunately my Filter wouldnât let me.)Â
Shaw glared at her reflection in the mirror. It wasnât that the dress was ill-fitting, or that her hair didnât have a single, wavy strand out of place, or that she looked hideous. She looked good. It was just the occasion that this was for: going undercover at some fancy gala where a few of the new assets would be. Suspiciously close to her fortieth birthday. There were suspicions in the back of her head that the gala was fake and the number was too and that it all was just a cover-up for some giant party the Machine and Root had planned, even though they both knew Shaw detested parties and people and birthdays.
      âWhatâre you wearing a frown for?â came Rootâs voice from behind her. She was leaning against the doorway, dressed in a suit this time instead of a dress, her hair done up in a professional-looking bun. She pushed herself away from it and warm hands settled on Shawâs waist, thumbs running over the silky fabric of her black dress.
      âI dislike galas,â Shaw said. She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, noticing a few streaks of grey that werenât there before. Her mother always said age was not necessarily a sign of getting older but of getting wiser, and the grey hairs that showed up only proved that you were gaining wisdom. There was temptation to pluck them but like everything else it would just grow back.
      âI know.â Root kissed her neck despite the fresh lipstick applied to her mouth. âItâs just for a little while.â The tip of her nose brushed against the shell of Shawâs ear. âHave I ever told you I like you with your hair down?â
      Shaw leaned into the touch despite the fact that they were running a little behind schedule. âYou like me no matter what state Iâm in.â
      Root hummed. âI canât help it. Youâre very beautiful.â
      In her purse, Shawâs phone vibrated once, a frantic, strong note. She fixed her hair one last time when Root pulled away, telling her, âI think your other half wants us to leave.â