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Listening to Evelyn talk about her favorite toys made her smile. It never failed to distract her from the things she went through to keep her and the rest of their 'family' safe. Although she noticed the girl's mispronunciation, she didn't have the heart to correct her yet. Instead, she reached over to smooth the back of Evelyn's head, her touch pausing when she heard that her first daughter’s stuffed bear was her favwot ever.

Eve, the child she lost to fire and smoke.

Aragorn couldn’t help but smile a little, though he could see the pain in Freya’s eyes. He watched Evelyn snuggle the bear close as she leant into Freya’s side. The man slowly bent down and scooped her up into his arms. A soft smile tugged on his lips at the sight of his daughter that he now had back. He then placed a light kiss to her cheek, placing the little one back down and watched her run to go play with her dolls. “Are you still building an army?” He questioned, moving to take a seat by the fire since he was cold.

“I see… I see the parents in my village - how their world falls apart when your huntsman take their children away. You do know love Freya, you feel it with Evelyn. I know you’d feel the pain all over again if someone took her from you.” He muttered and let out a shaky breath. “You can’t keep doing this, these children deserve their mother and father and to have a childhood that doesn’t involve war” he explained. “The trust of the people is what makes you a good queen, you could do that. People would follow you willingly if they saw the real you” he stated.

“You love me.” It escaped her lips before she could even process the words but they were out and there was no taking them back. Plus, he’ll know well it was a joke, right? It isn’t like she isn’t aware of the way he cares for her, something she appreciates deeply but she also tries not to think about it too hard because that would mean her feelings would get involved and nothing good can come from that. "Cassidy is just a friend..." The need to correct him was something she hated that was needed. Her relationship with the other detective had ran its course and now there's just something akin to a friendship but not quite that and if she was being honest it was more of a fill some void type of relationship.

He kept walking, rolling his eyes at her comments “yeah yeah, I love you” he stated and let out a huff before raising his eyebrow at the comment on Cassidy. “The last time I checked, you weren’t just friends but maybe that’s what friends do. I’m shocked we haven’t then” he teased back and bit his lip when realising what he had just said. Elliot then chuckled, opening the door to the bar and walking inside, finding two seats for them to take. “I’m paying and get what you like, you always know how to spend my money anyway with all those coffees” he teased and smiled softly.

Elliot glanced to the bar tender “can I please get a single whiskey on the rocks and whatever my partner wants” he stated softly, glancing to Liv so that she could choose. “Get what you want Liv, I’m only joking… get your favourite wine” he said sweetly, pulling his card out so that he could pay upfront. His eyes constantly falling onto Liv since he could never help himself, she was truly everything he wanted.

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He breathed out in pain, holding his chest as Elliot knew he had been winded badly. “Fuck-“ he muttered, moving a hand to his forehead as he could feel blood trickling down the side of his face. He couldn’t remember what had happened or how he got here. Elliot allowing his eyes to fall shut again, groaning as soon as he heard a voice. “I’m here-“ he called out in a strain, too weak to move. He needed help and fast, though Elliot was unsure of what had actually happened to him and who was coming to hopefully rescue him.

John glanced around the home, the most perfect house that he could renovate and call it his forever home with his daughter. As he stared out of the window, the man jumped at the sound of her voice, turning to look next to him. “Who-“ he froze in shock, the fear running down his spine. “Who are you? Why are you in my house?” He questioned, the man just purchasing it only a day ago. “Leave… before I call the police-“ he muttered, eyes glaring to the woman.

The words caught him off guard. Blue yes stared at the blonde to the point where, in his mind, the image morphed into the smiley little girl he used carry around the house causing laughter to bounce off the walls. He is shaking his head, images brushing away until the sight of Katie comes back into focus. "Never say something like that." Because why would she? If anything he has wrong her and her siblings the most. He knows the grief his family has gone through because of him and his work and they never should feel like they are at fault for anything. Yes, he can be hard on them from time to time but he had never fault them for anything, especially for speaking their mind.

Katie looked up to her father, eyes filling with tears. She had harnessed all this guilt from everything she had put her family through. “I caused you and mom so much pain. All my decisions I made had nearly got me killed. I was so stupid, I did everything you warned me not to do” she whispered, her eyes saddening at the sight of Elliot. Katie had always been a daddy’s girl, since day one. She was the one who would turn up at the precinct as she grew up, the one who followed him around but also the one who got into the most trouble.

She reached out to take hold of his hand, squeezing it softly. “I love you so much, dad. You’ve always been there for me and you deserve an apology for what I put you through” she mumbled, glancing down to her feet.

The man groaned out, trying his best to stay awake and not fall unconscious again. “Fuck, I don’t remember. I don’t know how I got here” he muttered to Liv, knowing that he was safe now. “I was undercover… I don’t think I blew it, I’m guessing their enemies got to me and this was a threat. Be careful Liv, I don’t want someone to find you and kill us both” he muttered.

“I can’t have the captains blood on my hands” he muttered and smirked, even now- he couldn’t help but crack a small sarcastic joke. Elliot was so proud of Liv, she had accomplished so much and made herself a family. Now, he just had to fix it with her “even after all these years, you’re still saving my ass” he muttered softly.

Katie frowned as she glanced to the papers in her hands. Ever since the girl had taken up as an apprentice, she had loved every second. She wanted to help victims that had been through the same as her. “You’ve always been the best at what you do, Liv. You’re the one who saved me, not even my dad could do it but you did. Now you’re the captain, you shouldn’t beat yourself down so much” she spoke softly.

“I hate what dad does, I hate how his undercover work makes me worry that one day he won’t come back but I know it’s what he loves just like I know that this is what you love” She whispered before taking a seat by liv’s desk. “I love you, you’re practically like my stepmom. I was raised in this damn precinct and I remember when I would come in and constantly bug the hell out of you whilst dad did paperwork” she whispered and chuckled softly.

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@silcntsinners [Elliot]

The roll of her eyes is automatic just like the short blow of air that was accompanied by the shake of her head. As annoying he is being at that very moment Olivia is attuned to the reason behind it and honestly? She is grateful, still, she doesn't express that gratefulness out loud, instead picks up a random sticky note that had no business on her desk, crumpled it up and threw his way the moment he stood up to pick up his blazer hitting him on the face. A laugh erupted from her lips as she leaned back and tilted her head to look up at Elliot. "Funny, miserable fucker is how I have you under on my phone. How did you find out?" Oblivious a joke, a stupid one but one nonetheless.

He scrunched his face up when feeling the paper ball hit his face before rolling his eyes. “Jesus, how do I even tolerate you every day?” He muttered loud enough for Liv to hear, smirking a little at his comment. Elliot adored Liv, maybe a little too much but he never spoke on it. “Well, I thought you may be busy tonight but then I remembered that Cassidy is out of town” he stated, a joke but also a slight dig since the man hated him and knew that he spent some nights with Olivia. Those nights that he wished he had instead but that just wasn’t possible, Elliot already going through a divorce with a woman he had four kids with.

He walked out of the precinct with her and smiled, breathing in the cold air. “Local?” He said softly before smirking since it was only down the street from the precinct. “Let me guess, you want a wine?” He added as he stayed beside Liv the entire time, Elliot always being incredibly protective of her which sometimes came with a cost when it involved their job.

Another day, another case closed with a lasting bad taste in her mouth. Olivia feels the tiredness bone deep, her whole body screaming to be freed of the tension that had plagued her for the lat few weeks. The burden of knowledge, the good, the bad and the ugly scarring her from having an actual nice sleep and she'll try, but to no avail. Olivia will find herself unable to find a lick of sleep and will be forced to watch the shadows dance on the ceiling. She is thinking about that when Elliot's question snaps her back to reality.

He smirked over to his partner, rolling his eyes “oh come on Liv, I was going to ask you out but if you’re going to be a miserable fucker, nevermind” he teased and rolled his eyes back. “Or we could go out tonight if you wipe that mood off of your face” he added, folding his arms in front of his chest. He knew that some cases got to Liv which is why Elliot always tried his hardest to bring her out of the rut she got herself in. “Common, our local is calling our name” he said softly and smirked more.

Elliot slowly stood up, grabbing his blazer and sliding it on. The man pushed his chair in and walked closer to his partner. “Do I gotta carry you or are you going to come with me without a fight?” He continued to joke. The two of them had always had a controversial relationship but Elliot wouldn’t change it for the world.

it's been so very long since she's felt the touch of another, let alone someone that is living, and though she may feel cold to him, he feels warm to her. leaning into john's touch as his hand drops and his other cradles her face, the woman hums softly. ❝ you're warm. ❞ olivia tells him, eyes closing for a few seconds before opening again, her hand lifting to hold his to her face; she doesn't want to lose the contact.

He smiled at the feeling of her touch, knowing that Olivia was taking in the moment. He knew that it had been a long time since Olivia had touched life which is why he stayed in that position so she could enjoy every second. His thumb slowly moved to caress the cold tear away, titling his head to the side. “Anytime, Olivia. She will enjoy your company” John whispered softly, wanting her to feel safe around Isabelle and have those moments with her that she could no longer have with her own children, all of them now grown up.

He slowly pulled away and moved over to his bed. “Are you coming over?” John whispered, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off. He then removed his trousers, leaving his boxers on before climbing under the covers to settle down. “I have books if you’d like to read one” he muttered, pointing over to his shelf since he knew Olivia wouldn’t sleep.