#b4didea

{ @b4didea ;;

Hate was such a strong, wasn't it? but yes, he wishes he could hate him, and then everything would be easier between them. He would let him go without regretting it, and the temptation of following his every step wouldn't be there at every waking moment. But no, he couldn't hate him. He could never hate him, even if he tried his best, even if Guillermo did everything to hurt him, he simply couldn't.

" like I said. I need you to help me with this thing. " he was a terrible liar. not that he was trying hard to. but he appeared and clara didn't look busy at all.

𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 would give her clarity. would give her time to reflect after everything thats happened. she did ... so many bad things, questionable things, a younger her might've questioned yet the mother in her which yearned to be with her family could never find the fault in it. ( yes, she hurt people. yes, she killed people. but, she was trying to do what anyone else would--it was a flawed justification & perhaps not even a justification at all. but, wanda knew what her intent was & not all of it had been her. some of it was the darkhold, the black which still stains her fingers. ) holding mug of coffee close to her chest, green stare off out the window into the greenery. at the little lake in front of her cabin. that is, until she senses someone approaching. sees a figure, maybe two ? standing, wanda sets the mug down. she takes in a deep breath before stepping outside, stopping at the top of the stairs. ❛ can i- ... can i help you ? ❜ asked with furrowed brow, ❛ if you're lost, i can help you find the trail back up to the main road. it'll take you a few minutes, though. ❜

she knew they shouldn't have had that third glass of wine & she debates making a joke , she doesn't want to think about purpose right now . not on girl's night , their one night away from the gore & tragedy . but she finishes her glass of wine & bumps her shoulder into jj's as she puts it down on her coffee table & sits back on the couch anyway . ❛  sometimes . ❜ she says , shrugging as she picks up one of her decorative cat pillows and holds it to her chest . ❛  because if you had asked me when i was eighteen if this would be my life , if the bau would be my purpose in life i would've said heck no . . . & sometimes it feels like , i'm faking ? like i haven't really found my purpose yet but i'm too scared to leave this one . because i'm so good at it . . . because it's been my home for so long . . . because leaving you guys would literally gut me . . . what about you ? ❜

(meme).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the first time she truly saw the doctor injured was with a smile on their face,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎goofy‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎large‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so full of life that it scared her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even terrified,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when she had realized how bad it really was.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the actual realization took hours,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎denial being stronger than the evident bright flash of light that hit her eyes as he regenerated.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎since then,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎whether conscious of it or not,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's that lingering fear,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a constant gaze out of the corner of her eye to see if even the smallest stone is thrown to hurt her life changer,

...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎which makes it so much worse when it does happen,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when she does see it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎panic sets in,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cheeks flushed‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎lungs desperately searching for air as she looks @b4didea over,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎over,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎over–

resting on lounge chair beside pool , sun blocked by towering figure now hovering. rod had hired @b4didea as an attempt to protect her. though daisy saw it more as keeping her on a leash. she didn't need anyone to look after her. she had managed that her entire life , all on her own. and now it was her mission to make this man's life difficult , in hopes he'd give up and quit. sunglasses pushed to the brim of her nose , finally acknowledging his presence. there's a grin that takes her features , mischievous. ❝ and be a prisoner in that fucking hotel room? ❞ a shake of her head , roll of dark blue eyes. the glasses , the oversized floppy hat. it was enough to keep her disguised. and the last thing daisy would ever do , is sit around trapped in a room.