𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍' 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒

Butcher and Hughie

footsteps only take her so far away from the door --- there’s a moment where she isn’t entirely sure he’s going to follow, even with how not - so - subtly she’s been encouraging him to. the last thing she wants now is for him to go back out the way he came.

“mmhm,” so much for playing down how concerned she’d been in his absence --------- trashing your apartment and putting it back together again differently doesn’t exactly say i knew you were coming back. her head bobs silently in agreement as he takes his time looking over what little of her apartment can be made out in the dim light, tone telling her all she needs to know without even asking. but she does it anyway, just to indulge in getting to hear his voice after being deprived of it for longer than she’d like.

IT DIDN'T FEEL RIGHT BEING HERE. Like his very presence was tainting what semblance of peace she had going in the moment. He'd abandoned her without a word. But for want. No . . . if he had it his way, Billy would take her wherever he went. Keep those brilliant blue eyes ever in his presence just to remind him that there was something to look forward to every day. Or that he wasn't that diabolical monster the world saw him as.

He knew since he was young his hands weren't meant for anything good in this world. That he was born to store an immense amount of hate inside for the world around him. That one day he'd end up behind bars, coated in his father's blood, wearing a smile on his face.

But Sharon? She lit up his entire being. Everything about her was captivating, eyes hardly leaving her too scared he'd miss a moment of her existence and it'd fade into nothing. Only . . . he'd tarnished it. All in the name of pleasing the one man they both hated most.

Billy, blinks and lets out a huffed laugh. ❝  Hate it? Course I do. Can't put my feet up proper with that shit there.  ❞ He points at the crooked table now blocking the recliner. His smile is short lived, quickly fading away and replaced with down turned lips.

❝  Shar . . .  ❞ he starts, searching for the words to explain himself for the thousandth time. Every thing sounding worse and worse in his head. Head bobs as she pulls him in close. Tongue runs across his lip, parched for something he hadn't tasted in ages and only she could give.

knocks at her door at strange hours is more ordinary than she'd like -------------- never quite knowing what's waiting for her on the other side of a few inches of metal takes most of the fun out of surprise guests. ( but since the door hasn't gone concave after the soft string of knocks and let whoever's outside in before she could get it open makes her a little less wary. )

and those last few lingering pangs of worry melt away when she sees a familiar silouhette backlit by the shitty hallway lighting. "hey tiger," a coo of a greeting as she settles herself against the doorframe, head resting against the metal while she waits for @huntsupe to reciprocate her greeting ------------ or offer up an explanation for why he's been dark for the last three weeks, even from her. 

"you hate me now don't you?" the rumble of his voice goes a long way towards an apology, even if what he's asking isn't anything close to a proper explanation. but that's billy. 

CALM, COOL AND COLLECTED. That's what he thought himself as till the moment to release the pent up rage was just right. He was anything but that as he stared down that familiar shit stained door. Hands grow clammy and cold. Fist gently rapping at the door, breath held as he waits in silence. Seconds tick by in agonizing beats that matched the panging of his heart.

Heels half turn from the door, near accepting her desire to leave him standing out in the cold ( Gods know he wouldn't blame her ), when she finally creaks it open.

And she's even more beautiful than he remembered . . .

Tongue sticks to the rough of his mouth, a beat, searching for the words to explain his sudden disappearance. His inability to even send a singular message her way as he always done. Leaving her to think he was dead. He might as well be in his eyes at least.

The question leaves his lips before he thinks it through. Stupid, wallowing in his own self pity that somehow draws out a smile from thin lips.

Billy, steps inside. Heavy boots clunking as he goes and he takes it all in again with slow draw of breath

Front door of the apartment locked behind her, she leaned her back against it to let escape a light sigh. Her light eyes looked back at the man who leaned over, and she couldn't help but smirk back at him. Billy was the man who made her smile - any kind of smiles. All the smiles. "Are you saying it because Guy got all heart eyes on me again tonight ?" She teased him gently, knowing that a few years ago he would have lost his shit over someone for only the idea of flirting with Becca. She liked to tease him nonetheless, they both teased each other about that topic anyway.

He reached down for her face, herself finding warmth in his gestures, she slowly blinked as if wicked under his spell. Rebecca then grinned at his words, tilting her head. "Mmh... I think you only told me three times today." The brunette winced playfully, "You got me used to better Billy Butcher." She nodded frankly, stepping closer to her lover, her palm went to stroke the short hair above his ear, nails grazing his skull knowing it had an effect to relax him.