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   ❝ evening, darling. ❞ he greets through the mirror, lips curling upwards as he meets her gaze.  ❝ good day? ❞

                                     life could be full of unexpected meets and fleeting moments. that’s what he had eventually chalked up the night with emma. that was all he knew about her honestly. her name. emma. not even her full name just her first which made finding her next to impossible. too good to be true perhaps? either way it was just that ... a fleeting cross of paths that left an unexpected mark. he had never been the sort to settle, or linger but she had left that mark. it had been several years before he met anyone else that left any sort of impression and that’s what lead to here. a radio host settling in with a woman finally as his friends kept saying. finally joe .. .about time joe... never thought they’d see the day joe.....and the one he tried not to let linger in his mind? finally moved on from cinderella, prince charming? unfortunately he never even had a glass slipper to try to find her so what choice did he have? it took a while but he’d put a ring on it as the saying went and as he reached out to take a champagne glass there was a soft sigh esaping his lips not so much of doubt or regret but just sort of ... lost in thought. yes, maybe he was thinking about cinderella a little here but who could blame him. it couldn’t be just him that felt that spark, maybe she’d left because it scared her. didn’t matter. he was marrying another woman and it was time to move on. that was the point of this engagement party right? they were celebrating the fact that he did put a ring on it. he was sipping his champagne when he heard his name, “  joey! come here i want you to meet my sister finally!! ” the excitement obvious and his head shook as he finished the glass and set it aside before he was moving forwards reaching out to take his fiance’s hand and nodding his head.  “ right, right, the supposed sister, you know i was really starting to think you made it up. ” he offered casually.  “ emma -- emma.. ” ada spoke as they approached a woman who’s back was to them at the given moment. “ this is joey -- finally time you two meet! ”

his wife is pregnant - they’re having another baby. frank isn’t shocked or surprised, not at all. ever since their weekend retreat four months ago, their marriage had been on the uphill and they weren’t exactly being careful to prevent the creation of another child. 

&& it happened. apart of frank is excited to bring another life into this world but another part knows what he has to do. over the past few months, the G U I L T of cheating on her has started to seep into his mind. it was easy when their marriage was on the rocks, when it seemed like divorce was inevitable but now that their marriage is on it’s way back to being what it was like the first few years, it’s been hard not to feel like a terrible husband. 

he is a terrible husband. 

but not a terrible father.

frank waits until his wife leaves with their daughter to pull out his phone. lily’s gone on a girls trip and god, he wishes they could have this conversation in person, but they can’t. he has to end things with her - he can’t even stomach the idea of touching her again with the knowledge that his wife is pregnant.

he’s a scumbag who cheated on his wife, but he refuses to be the scumbag that cheats on his pregnant wife. 

a free hand runs down his face as the phone rings. he never should’ve slept with her. 

lily’s voice comes through the other end of the phone and damn it, she sounds happy. why does she sound happy ? 

blood & bruises || accepting || @enthrclled​

“Does it still hurt?” [ from diana ]

@enthrclled​ said: Trick or Treat!  🎃

@enthrclled​ for Abby

He’d appeared that way he’d gained a habit of, suddenly there with only the sound of twigs and brush under his feet to signal his arrival. That and his voice. Not the deep and the gruff, but the biologist. “There.... may have been some changes...” He had a smile, but it was an uncertain one. The appearance was a benefit, certainly, but he still felt off about it. Alec Holland was dead... but what other form was he supposed to take than the man whose memories he held?

muses : greylyn + lily number : #15 ( shuffled ). ship in a bottle by fin

"      miss   zatara.      ---      welcome   to   the   SANCTUM   SANCTORUM,      though   i   cannot   help   but   wonder   how   you..   discovered   me,      as   it   were.      "