Thank you for the ask! It's been a while since I've written anything about my original HoF, so let's see what I can come up with!
2. How would you describe the Warden's personality before and after the prologue? Did it change much or did they remain the same?
Before the game, she wasn't the perfect daughter by a long shot. She was a terror, always getting into things she shouldn't (especially with Cailan and Nathaniel). There is too much of her mother in her to be a lady and it's why she took up the sword and shield. While her brother is the heir to the Cousland line, she always expected to go into the King's service, to become a warrior, maybe even a hero. She also had a huge interest in the raising of the mabari, it's why her and her mabari, Bear, connected so well. She helped raise him from a pup.
Not much changed as far as the things she cared about. She got to become the hero and warrior she wanted, though not in the way she expected. As far as personality changes go, she used to be happier, smiled more. Loved to be spontaneous, to have fun. But after the deaths of her parents and Howe's betrayal, she became angrier. And it was completely understandable, but she was a lot less likely to trust people.
5. What are their thoughts on Duncan? How did they feel about his actions during the Joining?
She respected Duncan. She grew up with tales about the Grey Wardens, and while she didn't have the desire to join until she wasn't given much choice, she understands why he recruited her. And she appreciated being picked out even if it wasn't what she wanted. Even up to his death, she respected his experience, and missed him when he was gone.
When it comes to the Joining, she thought it was a waste of Jory's potential when he was killed. He was a knight, a decent fighter, and even if he didn't join the wardens, he still could've been a help during the battle at Ostagar. As far as the secrets part goes, after Howe's betrayal, she is a lot more understanding of Duncan's actions, knowing even people you trust can betray you in the worst of ways.
19. Who are the people in camp that the Warden is closest with and why?
Elissa doesn't trust easily after Highever and Ostagar. She doesn't want to get close to people only to have them betray her in the end. It takes a lot for her companions to gain her trust. Especially Morrigan. Morrigan has her own goals, her own plans, and she is waiting for the other shoe to drop. But in the end, Morrigan becomes the person she's closest to in camp. They had very different upbringings, but somehow, their views on things aligned quite a bit, and they ended up bonding over things.
31. How does the Warden feel about being a Grey Warden and the sacrifices that entails?
Neutral about being a Grey Warden. She didn't have any aspirations to be one, but it's what happened, so she can't change that. And about the sacrifice, honestly, until she knew that Fergus was alive, she figured she was going to die against the archdemon, regardless of who took the final blow. And even when Riordan tells them about the sacrifice, she is still the one who offers to take the blow.
I decided for headcanon purposes, I don't see Elissa as the type of person to do the dark ritual, even if it saves her life. So I figure Morrigan goes directly to Alistair, knowing Elissa would never agree and Morrigan couldn't stand the thought of losing her closest friend.
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4 - How often does your V/OC switch up their hair color/style? Do their chooms worry if they show up with a drastic new look, or is changing things up just something they do on the regular?
I answered this one previously, and talked about her recently changing hairstyles and wardrobe and now realize misread the question and removed "hair" and answered for clothing as well. 🤡 Ah well, extra info about her!
But as far as the ever-changing reds go, I've had a hard time settling on which shade I like best, and it doesn't help that the colors change based on the hair style and how it implements the "cards" that make up the hair. Her Streetkid hair is pretty much set on the short curly one now, though I should make a new hair timeline for her. The last one I made was before all the new hairstyles/colors that are available with mods.
9 - Does your V/OC have a nemesis? Do they have an attraction to them they'll never admit, or something else that gives their interactions a weird... tension? or are they normal about it?
Depends on who you ask. Before the events of the game, she definitely doesn't have a nemesis, or one that she knows about. Kirk would say that they have that kind of attraction between them — V would say it's an attraction between her fist and his face.
During in-game events, the closest she comes to a nemesis is Adam Smasher, and that's largely through her connection to Johnny.
5, 6, 12, and 20 for Bea from the character asks if you would like?
wowowo a whole smorgasbord of questions!!!
from these charactrer asks
5. How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?
I don't remember if I chose the name before I started writing the fic or if it came to me during the meet cute but I do know it all started with the meet cute gimmick:
Two pairs of footsteps, one heavier than the other, stopped at the edge of the table. "V, meet uh, heh, Bea," Jackie chuckled and then mumbled, "Didn't realize your names would rhyme."
V smiled behind the magazine, "Sounds like you stole my gimmick." He had a smooth voice with a slight gravel and a hint of some eastern NUS accent on the vowels. He never understood where he got that from, since his family all came from Mexico or Spain. The vowels occasionally turned nasally if he wasn’t careful, and he needed to be careful, he needed to turn the charm up to eleven.
"B-E-A-," Jackie enunciated the letters, "You're 'V. Just V'."
V slapped the screamsheet down on the table, "You're goddamn right I—" he looked up, "am." It was her. She changed her hair, sure, but her green eyes and the gold cyberware across her cheeks, the gold lines around her arms, the lips he dreamed about kissing.
The very original draft had this little exchange about their names rhyming.
I didn't know what her full name would be and I don't remember when I decided on it but I did research Hebrew names that start with B and discovered Batsheva. It means "daughter of oaths" after Bathsheba the consort in the Hebrew bible. The sequel is named Daughter of Oaths because the plot is about her journey to become leader of the Cohen clan.
6. What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?
I first wrote her in the fic as having green hair, green eyes, and a bunch of blackwork tattoos and gold cyberware. The only thought process was that she was a self insert so an idealized version of myself/amalgam of what I think would look cool. She went through a couple different iterations once I actually made her in the game. I got rid of the tattoos because they don't work with her personality and who she is now and I lightened the makeup a litte. It's still heavy in the fic but like that's her work makeup.
I didn't pick the big beak nose Miriam has because again, a little self-insert-y I wanted her to have a big nose but still slightly subdued than your stereotypical Jewish nose. I always wished my nose was much bigger and much more aquiline but due to my dad being a goy I got the middle ground between my mom and dad's noses.
12. Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?
I DO! This is my first fandom so I never had experience with the ol' tracklis curating. My OC/ship playlists are just me listening to music when I'm driving and going "oh that reminds me of the character/ship" and then I add it. I have some very nice moody/angsty songs, especially ones that kind of relate to feeling like an outsider when you're autistic.
20. Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about
here is a wip of when they finally actually have sex :3 first is one attempt before V recognizes she's masking and stops her because well, I won't get into those issues of mine right now LMAO and then where she actually convinces her to let her maybe kind of love and be loved
V was scrolling through Arasaka press releases from December of 2069 when Bea walked out of her bedroom. She came up behind him and bent down, resting her arms across his shoulders. She kissed him on his cheek and V closed his eyes, leaning his head into her arm. "Hey, how'd you sleep?"
"Alright, had some weird dreams, tossed and turned a lot like usual. You make coffee?" she reached her hand forward and grabbed the cup from him.
V stood up to find another mug and poured a second cup. He was mid sip when he turned around and saw Bea completely naked. He choked on his coffee and had to set the mug down so he didn't spill anymore.
She gave him a look like he was the weird one in this situation and sipped her coffee. When she set the mug down she yawned and stretched and V couldn't take his eyes off her. The morning light streaming in between the blinds created small glints off her gold cyberware. Her hair was messy and her curls framed her face.
V cleared his throat and turned around, pretending to busy himself with his mug of coffee.
Bea walked behind him and put her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, "You smell like rubber and blood."
Goosebumps rippled down his body when his senses helpfully honed in on her hard nipples pressing into his back. She moved her hands down his abdomen, lightly tracing the scars she found, until he was close to his waistband. V closed his eyes and resisted a shuddering exhale. She slid the tips of her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. "I'll uh, shower, I guess. Sorry." His cheeks felt hot.
Bea inched her fingers further down his pelvis and he grabbed her arms to keep her from going further. He didn't know why he was doing. All this time he had wanted to fuck her and now he was acting like he was 14 again and in the alley behind the Coyote with Stacy, the older girl he lost his virginity to.
"Well, may as well be economical about it and shower together. You know how these megabuildings are about water bills." Bea moved her back up and let them linger on his hips before walking away.
V turned around and watched her. She still had bruising and scratches on her back from their fights and there was a deep red line on her arm from where he broke it.
<Come on, V. You've never turned down such an obvious invite before. And after everything you just went through? She wants it now. She wants you.>
<I don't need a fucking wignman.>
Bea looked back at V from the entrance to the bathroom and smirked. "I'm not kidding, I don't want my water bill to go up."
<Apparently you do. Go with her dickhead!>
"Alright, alright." V chugged the remaining cup and walked towards Bea. She pointing to his briefs and gestured to the floor, instructing him to take them off. He gestured back wanting her to turn around. He wanted at least a fighting chance to kill his erection.
Bea rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom. V took off his shorts but when he walked into the bathroom, Bea was already under the water. Her figure was silhouetted behind the frosted glass and he could see the outline of her breasts and biceps as she moved to soak her hair.
His cock throbbed. He stood just outside the frosted door and cleared his throat. "Look, uh, y'know biology is, like, I can't control certain—"
Bea slid the door open and grabbed him by his neck, pulling him close for a kiss. He stepped over the tub, caught his foot, and had to slam his hands against the wall to keep himself from falling while still keeping his face attached to Bea's. This had the unintended consequences of their bodies being pressed together.
Bea broke the kiss first. "I'm sorry, did you think I was serious about the water bill thing?"
V pushed himself up with his arms to not be pressed against Bea, but she put her arms around him and pulled him to her, keeping their bodies flush. "You've kinda been giving me mixed signals for the past like six months."
Bea wrapped one leg around his hips and took one hand from around him to guide his hand to hold her thigh up. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Mixed signals? Like this?" She put her hand around his neck again, squeezing her fingers into his carotid arteries as she bit his lip.
"Mmhm." He hoisted her leg up higher to wrap around his waist.
"Or like this?" Bea let go of his neck and moved her hand down to his cock. He groaned and thrust into her hand when she wrapped her soft fingers around his shaft.
He leaned his head down and kissed and nibbled on her neck. "I'm just saying, you haven't made this easy."
"I'm not easy," she replied and thrust the heel of her free hand into his solar plexus, knocking him back. He had to let go over leg and slide his cock out of her hand to keep his balance.
She grabbed him by his shoulders and spun him around to face the wall. She pinned him with her body and reached around to grab his cock again. He thrust into her hand.
"Never said you were," he grunted.
Bea raked her nails down his back hard and he tilted his head back and grimaced. He thrust his elbow back into her side, knocking her off balance. He spun around and slammed her back into the shower wall. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head under one hand, engaging his Gorilla Arms for good measure, keeping her in place.
She giggled. It was a delightful sound and V smiled into her lips as he kissed her again.
"What do you want from me?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me what you want me to do." He grabbed her breast with his free hand and squeezed, sliding his thumb over her nipple and Bea sighed.
"I-I don't know," she said.
V recognized it now, the mask she wore. He let her go and kissed her on her cheek. He turned to step out of the shower but Bea grabbed his hand.
"I want you here," she said. "Stay with me. Please."
V nodded and pulled her into an embrace.
"You smell like blood and strawberry lube," he said.
Bea snorted rested her chin on his shoulder. "I feel like ass."
"You have a nice one," V said and squeezed her firm cheeks.
"Come on, let's just get clean, eat something, and talk about what we saw in each other's heads," Bea said.
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And then later on
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"I saw you watching me in the window," Bea continued. She put her head on his shoulder. "But, I also saw you in just so, so much pain. Not physical, it was like you have this deep rotting pit inside you. It never stops, never fills with anything, just keeps eating at you."
It felt to V like it was finally stopping. It wasn't filling, but it wasn't growing either. With her around. "So, what do you wanna know?"
"What's up with Silverhand?"
Johnny rolled his eyes. <How much you gonna tell her?>
V was silent for a couple minutes, trying to figure out the summarized version he could tell her because there was just so much, so much he'd been through. "Alright, well, funny story! You know the Relic? Mea and J-" V sighed. "Fuck," he muttered. "Me and Jackie were hired to klep a specific one that had his engram on it." V stifled a sniffle and wiped the tears welling in his eyes. "Shit went bad, had to slot it in my brain to save it. Fixer shot me, I rose from the dead. Johnny is overwriting my brain again."
Bea sat up in alarm and looked at him, "What? It's killing you?"
"Hey, not done yet! It was dormand for two years but came back when I went in your brain the first time."
"Fuck, I'm sorry," Bea said. V didn't like pity when he told people what happened. Especially not now, he accepted it.
V shrugged, "Eh, is what it is."
"I mean, I'm sorry I did that, woke up whatever was killing you so it's killing you again."
"Bea, I-"
Bea got up and straddled him. He wondered if this was the mask or not. She put her hands on either side of his face and tilted it up to look at her. She stared into his eyes.
"That deep pit of despair, it doesn't feel so deep anymore does it?" she spoke softly. V shook his head.
"I don't regret meeting you," he put his arms around her and placed his head over her chest, listening to her heart.
"It felt familiar, the suffocating despair." Bea ran her fingers through his hair and he shivered.
--
Bea didn't know where this was coming from. She felt…freedom. She felt safe and she felt like herself, like she could be herself. She decided. In that moment, she decided, she would let herself love and be loved.
Maybe.
She could at least try.
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Bea lifted his face to look at her again and she kissed him. It was soft and sweet, at first a light peck, like she was testing something, trying him on. And then she did it again, and one more time, each time lasting longer. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and ran his hand up through the tangling curls and held her there, their lips pressed together.
She broke first, opening her mouth and he opened his in kind. When she pulled away, a string of saliva tied their mouths together. She giggled and rubbed her hand across her mouth.
"What do you want?" he asked softly.
Bea looked at him thoughtfully before answering. His whole body was filled with butterflies, he felt light and airy but topsy turvy too. This felt different. THis felt real.
Bea pulled her shirt off and tossed it behind her and said, "I want you," and devoured his face again. When she pulled away for air she said, "And I want you to want me."
V smirked, "You need me to need you?"
She nipped at his lip, "Shut up."
"I've wanted you since the moment I set eyes on you, Bea. THere's nothing I've ever wanted more in the whole entire world and nothing I could ever want more." He warmed his hands up and moved them across her abdomen and to her breasts. "And there is nothing that could ever make me stop wanting you." He continued moving his hands upwards and over her shoulders, pulling her close to him.
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. "What if I stop wanting you?"
"I'll still want you, and I'll live with not having you." He tilted his head to the side, giving her more access to his neck as she kissed and nibbled her way up to his earlobe.
She grabbed a fistfull of his hair and yanked it to the side, tilting his head further as she whispered, breath hot against his ear, "What if I hate you?" she nipped at his earlobe before licking along the outer edge of his ear.
V shuddered and cooled his hands down, running his fingers along her sides and feeling the goosebumps ripple across. "I would die for you."
Bea paused.
<Oh smooth move, ex-lax.>
He felt her breath quicken and her body freeze.
"That can be arranged," she said and put her hand around his neck. She pulled back and wrapped her other hand around his neck, slowly squeezing.
V meant it, with every fiber of his being. If she wanted to kill him then he would die for her.
<Hey, there's two of us in here, you know.>
He thrust his hips up at her at the towel at his waist came loose. His face felt hot and tight as she kept squeezing. His eyes fluttering. He moved his hand back down and slipped it inside her briefs. The cold shock startled her and her grip relaxed.
"I don't want you to die," she said. She grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand further down. The simple memory of this heat would warm him on the coldest of nights. He moved his hand trying to get a better angle and Bea discovered the texture on the top of his knuckles, panels that hid the pistons. She fell forward, trapping his hand between them and ground herself on the top of his fingers.
Bea struggled to get her panties off, not wanting to detach herself from his face. She stood up and V shot up, the toweling falling down, and picked her up. She screamed in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. She sat up and he placed a hand on her chest, forcing her back down.
He slid her briefs off and kissed her legs, inch by inch, each side, worshipping her. When he got to her knees she spread her legs for him and draped them across his shoulders. He'd dreamt about this moment, so, so many times. She was apparently getting annoyed with how long he was just sitting there and staring because she nudged his head forward with her foot.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and devoured her, worshipped her. It was everything he had hoped for and more. She was warm and tasted so good and the sounds she was making. He discovered what he could do with his mouth to make her giggle and what he could do with his tongue to make her scream. When he pulled back for a breath, Bea grabbed one of his arms around her hips and he gave her his hand. She pulled at him and he obliged. She scooted further up the bed as he crawled between her legs.
She put her arms around him, catching her breath while he took one nipple in his mouth and cooled his hand down to play with the other. It made her arch her back, another observation he'd remember. She was perfect and deserved perfection, he would never give her anything less.
"What if you have to kill me?" she said quietly.
V looked up at her and tried to say, "What?" with her nipple still in his mouth. He let go and put his hand on her face, she shied awar from his touch. "Shit, sorry," and he warmed his hand back up.
"I tried to kill you. What if you have to kill me?" Bea asked, she looked genuinely worried.
"I meant what I said, Bea."
"Hmm, okay, I believe you," Bea said and pushed his head back down to her breast.
He laughed and pushed back against her hand, sliding up to kiss her. "What, you didn't believe me before?"
Bea shoved him onto his back and sat on him. She positioned herself so his cock was nestled between her lips and began sliding back and forth. He moaned softly.
SHe shrugged, "I've never felt this way about anyone, y'know." She moved her hips faster.
"Uh huh," V said, too focused on controlling himself.
"So, excuse me if I have a hard time believing you and that I'm not just some," Bea lifted her hips up and slowly lowered herself onto him.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, extending the vowel for as long as it took her to sit down.
"Sex object to you," she finished.
V put his hands on her hips and tried to thrust up into her, needing friction. Bea fell forward onto him and nuzzled his neck, finally allowing him to do so. He started slow, listening to Bea and her body, feeling her clenching around him.
"What if I want you to be a sex object?" she asked him.
"Then that's what I'll be," he said. He rolled them onto their side and she wrapped her leg around his waist as he kept thrusting.
"And what if," she breathed. "What if," she breathed harder. She clawed his back and bit into his shoulder as her body shuddered. The rythmic squeezing around him sent him over the edge with her.
Bea rolled over onto her back to catch her breath and V curled up and put his head on her chest and his arm around her waist. She put her arm around him. They lay in silence, only their heavy breathing slowing to normal. When he heard her heart beat at a normal rate again he said, "Vincent."
"What?"
"That's my name."
"That's what the V stands for?"
"Yeah, Vincent. Or Eitan if you're nasty."
Bea cackled and snorted with laughter. "What?!"
"Eitan Ezra ben Guerra."
"Jesus fucking christ," Bea muttered and rolled out from under V. "This is so embarrassing, Viktor is going to be able to tell that we just fucked."
This is the self insert/OC fairy. 🌼🧚♀️When you get this in your ask box, please tell us 3 facts about your S/I or OC and pass it around. Let's learn about each other's S/Is/OCs!
Thank you Kate!! I'm already simmering in Dean thoughts so let's talk about he uvu/
He has a Jeep in almost all of his verses expect his Marvel verse because Tony made him a motorbike that can switch into a hover mode and Dean would die for it, the bike is his baby.
Talking about his baby in his fc5 single dad au he adopted all three of his darling kiddos, Caleb was basically given up by his bio dad and Charmeine and Ace were his god children which he inherited through an unfortunate accident :")
He turns into jelly whenever someone wears bubblegum scented perfume, his brain just shuts off and he gets embarrassed about it every time.
I would love to hear about "When The Dark Night Seems Endless"!
... please know, the alternate title for this one could be 'blue balled because as much as the author Gets It, if we're being logical about this-' 😂
But yeah no it'll be my requisite take on the scene before the Omega 4 relay/end game for Adrian & Thane - the crushing realization for both of them, that they want to live, now that they're facing near certain death.
Plus, battle planning, and Shepard explaining to Thane that if it comes to it... she wants Thane to hold the line. That he's well suited to taking out Collectors - but more than that? He's an assassin. He knows how to get out, if the situation calls for it - and it's one of the rare times she does like, explicitly pull the 'I'm your leader and I'm giving you an order' card on him:
If things go south but the Normandy is intact & could pull an exit: Thane is to cut and run. Get back to Joker, get back to the known galaxy, and warn anyone they can. (Thane is uniquely suited to this, after all - what better witness to have, than a drell?)
(So yeah no even if the spirit is willing there is way too much happening for there to be a fuck 🙃 plus Adrian knows better than to risk hallucinating and/or rash lmao-)
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"Soft hand touches with a light comforting squeeze that instantly assures you they're there." for Avery and Joseph?
Soft Touches
Words: 804
Tags: overstimulation but not in a sexy way it's the other way, slightly possessive Joseph
Thank you so much for the prompt!! I blame listening to the choir versions of the songs for this. Why does the music have to go so hard? Also I put a face touch in here too because I can't help myself.
The world was a fraction off kilter. Some small part of her recognized it was in her head, but that thought was buried under too bright lights and a cacophony of garbled noise that Ava couldn't even begin to process. Some days Ava just woke up and the world was wrong and no matter what it didn't right itself. She just had to suffer through it—that was how it had always been.
John's sunglasses sat on her nose, baseball cap pulled down to cast a dark shadow across her scowling features. She was currently curled into the smallest possible ball she could make herself on one of the church pews, head resting on her knees as Joseph conducted his sermon. The people beside her knew to give her space, even when the church was packed full they made sure to give Ava a comfortable distance not to make her uncomfortable. She was glad for it, but didn't quite know how to express that so she just kept the sentiment to herself.
Joseph was talking, but Ava couldn't hear, words lost to her in the ringing of her ears but she stared at him like he was the sun. Beautiful—radiant—bathing all those in his holy light with warmth and comfort.
He noticed her halfway through his sermon, the smallest raise of his brow in silent question—are you okay?—as he continued to speak. His gaze drifted away over the familiar faces of his flock, returning after a few words for his answer.
Ava's stillness was all the answer Joseph needed.
It was a small movement at first, descending down from the podium step by step. If he moved too quickly Ava might bolt, she was timid like that. A wounded animal that needed to be gently approached. She shuffled back in her seat but relaxed as soon as Joseph walked to someone else and ran his hands over their shoulder, then another person with their arm and a third cradling the back of their head.
He stayed like this, walking amongst his people, giving comfort with his words and touch until he'd done enough loops to get close enough to Avery. She scowled at him from underneath the brim of her hat, knowing that he'd end up here but not wanting to be singled out.
Joseph smiled and offered his hand first, waiting for Ava to come to him. It took a minute but eventually her scarred fingers and palm slid against his own.
The world shifted back into focus, just a fraction, Joseph's voice piercing through the noise.
“-we must remember to love each other, deeply, unashamed. We must support each other and carry the burden. Let love triumph over a multitude of sins,” Joseph said, squeezing Ava's hand as he spoke. “We are not made to be islands, lost at sea with nothing on the horizon but storm clouds.”
Ava relaxed, her legs sliding along the pew and tucking beside her rather than being built like a wall between them. Joseph always had this way through to her. Ava couldn't explain it, but it didn't matter how far gone she was. Joseph could always bring her back.
“If you see your neighbour struggling, reach out to them. Let His love—my love—act through you and guide the lost and the weary,” Joseph continued. His other hand reached out, the back of his fingers brushing against Ava's cheek until the bumped against John's sunglasses. The corners of his lips pulled into a thin line briefly when he looked back over to John behind him as if to confirm they did in fact belong to his brother.
“You are not alone, you are loved and protected,” Joseph didn't miss a beat in his words despite his movements. Gently, carefully, he plucked the glasses from Ava's nose, gesturing behind him with them for John to come and claim them. When he had Joseph pulled his hand away from Ava for just a moment, despite the small noise of protest she made. Her hand hovered in the space between them, lost.
Joseph reached up and removed his own sunglasses, offering Ava a smile as he slid them on her face. That was better. He then took her hand and found her once more, tracing the rough lines of scarring with his thumb. He draw them one by one in a well practiced motion, knowing the way they cut across her skin without needing to look.
Ava stared up at him, finally calm and he could see the adoration and love writ across her features, bright—radiant—beautiful. She was the moon, reflecting his light back him. Sometimes she might hide herself away in shadows, but she could never truly be hidden.
Thank you, Kate! Have a little something I wrote when I was kicking around ideas for the next chapter of my fic.
Her green eyes gaze up at him, playful and wild from the bliss swirling around in her veins. “What is that I would like? What do you think I want, John?”
Of course.
He exhales slowly, eyes pinched shut as he squeezes the sheets that she’s laying on; trying to gather some semblance of self-restraint.
