#c. nell

Lex was starting to worry— after confirming with Maeve’s job, his parents, and her flatmates that no one had seen her— he was truly freaking out. It wasn’t exactly like her to just disappear on him, and with the state of the world, with the statute falling, he feared for the worst. 

He sat across from Nell in a daze, his eyes snapping to her after a moment, as he realized she had been speaking. “I’m sorry—” He began, trying to clear his head. “My head ain’t really here today isit?”

Time didn’t matter, didn’t exist in her disassociated state. She was everywhere and nowhere. Everything and nothing. The sound of a voice calling her. Too close and too far. 

“Rumor has it yer hightailing it to the states for the summer?”

“Hello stranger.” Lex smiled as he noticed a familiar face in the library.

“So, essentially wha’ most muggles call ghosts are actually poltergeists cause as ye know ghosts can cause that daunting chill down your spine but they cannae actually move things about. Then there’s the whole bit about muggles nae bein’ able to become ghosts an’ a lot of ‘em think that they’re bein’ haunted by lovedins an really it’s just some bloody poltergeist having a laugh.”

Lex: I hope you had a good time the other night. I looked for you after we got separated but uh— I guess you went home.

The tension that resided throughout his entire frame as rolling off him in waves as he slowly began to run out of ways to keep himself in control. The more things that piled on his desk, the harder it got and TJ wasn't helping, the OEA breathing down his back definitely wasn't helping but even when he was close to losing it, to just letting his control slip there she was. Her presence enough to ease the tension, to lessen the stress that had built up in his chest and her touch enough to ease the lines that had formed against his skin as she quipped back at him and for a moment he couldn't help but to laugh and shake his head as he lifted her hand to his lips, a gentle kiss placed against the soft skin.

"You have too much faith in me, Nell," Darius spoke softly. He wanted more than anything to believe that he would never hurt her but lately it had been getting harder and harder to remain in control, his inner wolf pleading to be released the further they get into the depths of the OEA's clutches. His biggest fear was harming her and it killed him the thought that one day he could end up triggering and that coming to fruition. "Where would I be without you," he asks, dark irises rising to meet her own as his thumb runs lightly across the back of her hand.