“I was protecting you!” Staci 👀
@deputypeach.
it’s not that she isn’t appreciative.
it’s that she’d accepted the bullet between her eyes. a nameless, faceless resistance member had broken through the lines of defenses. had gotten close enough to point a gun at her, barrel level with her eyes and their face lost in shadows. death had closed her eyes, a faint amusement pulling at her from her anticipation. for seven years, she feared joseph would be at the other end of the barrel, or someone else in his stead. but it was some lucky bastard who slipped through the battle of angels and sinners to find her.
with a soft sigh, death closes her eyes, ready to resign her role.
she doesn’t flinch when a trigger is pulled. only opens her eyes two heartbeats she shouldn’t have to see staci holding a gun with eyes that are widening from their cold determination into panic.
i was protecting you! he stumbles, dropping the gun when her full attention turns to him. he starts to reach for his hair to tug at, hands shaking in fear of her fury. still caught in the shock of still being alive, faith steps silently to him, hands gentle when she gathers him into her arms, his trembling slowly subsiding as she runs her over his hair.
‘ you’ve done well, staci. thank you. thank you. ‘ the battle outside is subsiding, the special brand of silence that angels carry beginning to settle once more as voices and gunshots are quieted forever. still reeling, faith knows she’ll be in a trance for a least a few more hours as fear settles into the curve of her spine and the fact that she’s still living keeps her heart racing as a continuous reminder. it’s easy to shift her focus to staci, rubbing his back like he’s a child in need of consoling. ‘ you’ve done very well. ‘
