𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.

"Jon, eh? You never told me about him." Useless prick. He isn't one to think so ill of people ⸻ especially a man he is sure has done nothing wrong, in the grand scheme of things. But flirting with his wife is a mortal offense in his eyes. Heresy. This was his Goddess, and only he can worship her. His fingers dig in the soft skin of her hips, uncaring for the man's abrupt leave.

Everyone who knew the couple were well aware of how madly besotted they were with each other — their love was intoxicating, reminiscent of some of the greatest love stories of all time. They could never get enough of each other, unafraid to flaunt their pure happiness to those around them, much to the annoyance of their friends and family who were simply sick of having to witness the love fest day after day.

He wanted to fuck you. The statement seemed utterly outrageous to her, provoking her to furrow her brows, unable to prevent a scoff to escape her lips. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s just being nice!” Despite giving her colleague the benefit of the doubt and seeing his interactions with her as innocent, she had to take a moment in an attempt to analyse all recent encounters with the man. Perhaps Jon did have a desire for her, but she had clearly missed it; a fact that made her feel a little guilty for displaying such naivety. After all, she only had eyes for her husband — flirtation from anyone else simply didn’t register in her mind it seemed.

“And even if he did, he never will.” The brunette stated firmly as she tilted her head slightly to catch her husband’s gaze. “Don’t waste your energy on him. It doesn’t matter.” She grabbed hold of his hand, interlacing their fingers together before pressing a kiss against the skin. “I’m yours. Body and soul.”

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❝  i need you.  don’t you get that?  ❞

❝  i’m right here.  i’m always here right in front of you but you never see me!  ❞

❝  you’re my person.  ❞

❝  no,  i don’t wanna have to talk to anyone else right now.  i just want you.  ❞

❝  i know you’re busy and i don’t want to bother you i just—  can i just sit here with you while you work?  ❞

❝  are we okay?  ❞

❝  honestly,  i’m always there.  in my head.  the scars on my body might’ve healed but i never really walked away from it.  ❞

❝  do you want me to make the others leave?  or we could go,  get some fresh air.   ❞

❝  look i’m not coddling you,  i’m just trying to help.  i wanna take care of you cause i,  you know— care about you.  ❞

❝  alright,  here’s your coffee.  are you ready to talk or should i find something to ramble about for a few minutes?  ❞

❝  eventually,  you just gotta learn to let go of the past.  it’s always gonna hurt,  but you can choose when to start focusing on something other than the pain.  ❞

❝  hey,  just breathe.  look at me— look at me.  in and out.  breathe with me okay?  ❞

❝  keep your eyes on me—  just focus on me.  we’re gonna be okay.  ❞

❝  no,  i’m not okay.  nothing is okay.  it never is.  but that’s just how i function most days.  so i’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  i’m not gonna pretend anymore.  i’m still fucked up from it all and i don’t know when it gets better.  ❞

❝  if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love,  you’re never gonna be with them.  and they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are.  ❞

❝  why do you stick around?  what is it you think you see in me?  ❞

❝  not everything needs an explanation.  i care about you.  i don’t have to sit here and figure out why.  i just do.  so maybe you should try just accepting it too.  ❞

❝  i don’t need your permission to fall in love with you.  you don’t gotta love me back,  but it isn’t gonna stop me from being here when you need someone.  ❞

❝  you love me too much.  i know how that sounds but—  fucking hell.  you shouldn’t care that much about someone like me.  ❞

❝  i don’t care if loving you hurts me.  the world already has enough pain to dole out for no reason,  at least i’ll have gotten these scars from something beautiful.  ❞

❝  if people can hate for no reason,  than i can love for no reason too.  ❞

❝  one day you’re gonna need me and i’m not gonna be there to fix it.  ❞

❝  no,  i can’t fix everything for you this time.  it’s your mess.  clean it up.  ❞

❝  i dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations,  but mine doesn’t.  not when it’s you.  ❞

The still-healing bruise on her cheek throbbed as Jac jogged up the familiar steps of the house where she'd been raised. She had been dodging stopping by since she'd been attacked by the hunter, mostly because she hadn't been sure how to explain any of it. And admitting that she had gotten attacked by a hunter would have led to other questions on how she protected herself and... well none of it mattered now since her mother said that she couldn't skip tonight.

Jac slowly unlocked the front door and walked through the foyer. She slipped off her shoes in the entryway and hung up her jacket on the coathook and made her way towards the dining room. "Mom?" she called out. It was quiet and Jac furrowed her brow. Usually her siblings were much more raucous.

She got her answer when she turned the corner and saw that the room was empty save for her mother. Swallowing hard, she tried not to touch her face as she sat down at the seat that was set for her. "Umm... is it just us tonight?"

While tonight’s dinner hadn’t turned out to reach Margot’s satisfaction, with four out of her six children having to pull out last minute due to working late and prior arrangements, she didn’t see the need to cancel it altogether — something that she’d only done once in the past, which was understandably due to going into labor with her youngest earlier than expected.

A mere twenty minutes before Jac’s arrival, Adrian was called into work to deal with a mishap, leaving her to begin the dinner without him. Not that it was a problem — she was their mother, but at times, there seemed to be an awkwardness that lingered in the air between the mother and daughter.

Of course, Margot was a loving mother — she would do absolutely anything for her children, but she’d always been strict with her kids, especially when the coven and their educations were concerned. All she wanted was the best for them, perhaps she was too tough on them at times, she would admit that, but it all came from a good place… paired with her upbringing with her own parents. After all, that was what was ingrained within her.

Upon hearing her daughter’s voice, the dark haired witch added the last finishing touches to the batch of dumplings that sat in front of her on the counter, taking a moment to wash her hands before she headed out into the dining room. “For now, at least. Adrian had to go into work — something to do with a minor incident. Danielle is running late, but the others are caught up with work..” She announced, a firm smile tugging at her lips. “So, yes, for now it’ll just be us… is that okay?”

Deep brown eyes flickering up to catch her daughter’s gaze, her brow immediately furrowing at the clear sight of bruising. “Jac… you are hurt! What happened to you?!” The woman insisted as she hurried towards her daughter, a hand reaching up to hold up the young woman’s chin as she assessed the injury meticulously, the feeling of intense worry creeping upon her within an instance. “Now don’t even try to lie to me… you’re certainly not the type to get into a fist fight with someone or anything of the sort. You’re hiding something.”

the masquerade

He doesn't consider himself an overly possessive man ⸻ he is certainly not controlling, nor fragile enough to be upset when his wife has a life outside of him. He is often enough proud to show her off; she is stunning, breath-taking really. He loves having her in his arms, seeing her make rounds around the crowd, owning any room she is in. He brags about it. Yet, he is only human and when the man moves even closer to his wife, Adrian can't help but shift on his seat, anger building in the pit of his spine. He doesn't know who Margot is talking to, can't see through the mask ⸻ but he knows the man is aware of who he is speaking too. He knows the woman he is trying to impress with such peacock ways is married. What a dickhead.

He tries his best to be polite, not cause a scene. He trusts her undoubtedly ⸻ knows she would never lead anyone on like that. But the man's touching her arm, friendly to anyone but Adrian, sets him off ⸻ he is by Margot's side in a flash, arm settling on her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips press to the soft skin of her neck, nose nuzzling a trail up to the back of her ear. He looks at the man, then, smiling a poisonous smile. "My love," his voice is smug, veiled in anger, his smile too sharp. "Won't you introduce me to your friend?"

Swiftly, Adrian appeared by her side, hands gripped onto her waist and lips against her neck as she conversed with a colleague — a man a few months her junior who’d worked at the hospital just as long as she had… they’d always got along like a house on fire, a work bond that was purely platonic and professional, for Margot at least.

“Oh, forgive me, darling. This is Jon. We work together.” She replied sweetly, flashing her husband a smile, although, she noted the displeased look that lurked under his painfully fake smile.

It was clear that Jon picked up on the energy given off from the pther man, causing him to shift in his seat, the smirk that had previously sat upon his features morphing into a scowl.

Completely unsure of what was going on, the woman let out an uncomfortable chuckle, her gaze flickering back to Adrian. “I can’t believe I haven’t introduced the two of you before—“ Her words were then abruptly cut off by her coworker getting up from his seat and leaving. A move that was incredibly unexpected, for her at the very least. For someone who was known to sniff out anything that was hidden from her, but in this particular scenario? She was utterly clueless.

“Oh. Okay…” She began as she watched him disappear into the bar. “I don’t know what his problem was. I’m sorry, my love. He’s usually very nice. Funny too.”

Annalise wasn't going to let recent events stop her from attending something like this, especially in a town like Port Leiry. It was bound to be juicy, to say the very least. So, she donned an outfit that was as white tie as Lis would get, with a mask that was her personal favourite and walked in with head held high, on her own. She had at least been smart enough after recent events to dose up on verbena, and keep herself as protected as she could.

"Very small town trying to be old fashioned, don't you think? Still, it'll make for an interesting night I'm sure. Drink?" Lis offered, motioning to the bar as she stepped forward to grab herself something.

Having said a fellow hellos and exchanges of pleasantries with people she considered worthy enough of her time, a nearby voice captured the dark haired woman’s attention, causing her to turn her head slightly to lay eyes upon a young blonde. “Oh, absolutely. You can never tell with this place — something interesting is always bound to happen.” She chuckled, rose stained lips curving into a smile at the offer. “Red wine, please. I just can’t get through these things sober.”

He knows the stress placed upon his wife's shoulders must feel like Sisyphus's boulder, Atlas's universe. He is unquestionably proud of Jac, despite the strain it causes on the family dynamic he has always been careful not to disturb ⸻ that's his baby girl, the light of his eyes. He wants her to be as powerful as her mother, just as respected, shine brighter than the sun.

But he is well aware of the dangers it presents, with the recent attacks worrying him out of his mind. His family was in the eye of the hurricane, and he couldn't do shit to protect them.

He knows his wife must be under a lot pressure, so he wishes to make something special for her tonight ⸻ freshly baked dinner, a huge bouquet of flowers, wine and scented candles. It took him longer than expected to gather it all, but when he finally enters his house, he can't help smiling as he throws his jacket in the closet. "That's me, my love. Sorry, the store ran late tonight. "

If possible, he beams even more when he catches a glimpse of the smile she saves only for him. He is a lucky man ⸻ to be chosen and loved by her. He vows to cherish and worship her every day for as long as she allows him to. It's why he presents her with the bouquet, assembled by him from his personal garden. "Flowers for my flower," he jokes, approaching her for a kiss.

The moment her gaze landed upon Adrian, she couldn’t help the beam that settled against her features. “Oh my love, you’re such a sweet talker.” The woman purred, her smile briefly morphing into a smirk as she leaned in to press a soft yet needy kiss against his lips before accepting the bouquet into her grasp. She couldn’t help herself when in the same vicinity as her husband, he truly brought out the very best in her. It was instantaneous. “They’re gorgeous! You truly outdo yourself every single time. Thank you, baby. I love them… I love you.”

"I long for the olden days of flea markets, when every stall wasn't selling 'vintage wares' at a huge uptick because that ripped up Coca Cola ringer tee is from 1998." Avi's ringed fingers thumb through a few old jackets. "...But they really did make lovely blazers back then, didn't they?" With a flourish, a chocolate brown corduroy blazer is tugged out and held against his chest. "Do I dare? Oh wait, there's another one- we could match."