#iamhamishwatsonholmes

She knew he would be at the office, he always was. Work came first, clearly.

It had been the wedge that drove them apart after all. He had chosen where his loyalties really lay. And despite the fact she was bitter he had taken everything, she needed to see him. Some piece of her needed to know this was still the right plan. Of course they could take the paintings, maybe not frame him. He didn’t deserve a chance to explain himself at all, Alex just needed to be sure.

She moved her head at the sound of the door opening, putting out her cigarette beneath her boot and letting a cloud of smoke loose from her lips. Hopefully he would be able to spot her a mile off, he should. She was wearing the same outfit that they had dragged her into the back seat of a police car in, her hair the same for now. Her smile the same way she had looked at him, kissing him softly before he left for work. The last moments living a lie.

Fuck his phone call, fuck his apologies. Fuck Hamish Watson-Holmes.

Alex smirked, nodding at him with her arms folded tight.

//I feel u so hard

types of love ; part one .           ( inspired by ) 

SMS [ lovecat ] ; i feel like you’re on all of them but yep, that one in particular

SMS [ lovecat ] ; how did you walk in those stilts?

SMS [ lovecat ] ; there is no way i would have been able to stand up

SMS [ lovecat ] ; something like that

@thegovernmentsdaughter asked: "It's been a while..." ft @i-am-hamishwatsonholmes​

She would have appreciated the warning from her ex-husband that Anna was going to pick Finn up today. Maybe it had slipped his mind in the chaos of it all, or maybe this was his little way of getting back at her now. He skipped passive aggressive and went all the way to heartbreak 2.0. He was inventive, she would have to give him that. And this was what she deserved really. She’d done a lot of mental gymnastics int he last six months to try and prevent the kind of outburst a younger version of herself would have been capable of. Alex took a deep breath, listening to Finn gathering her bits into a bag in her room as she she pushed the door aside to let Anna in.

    “ You can say that again.”

They had been somewhere between civil and painful. Anna had kept her distance for something that was never her fault. Alex had tried to apologise for Hamish’s sake, even if seeing her regularly was a step too far. Giving Finn a happy healthy relationship with her aunt was all that mattered until the split. Now, it was almost certainly for the best her daughter had someone to turn to that wasn’t her parents. Finn was hurting in ways Alex couldn’t help but feel guilt for. Anna was perfect at those kind of situations.

Alex gave an awkward smile.

    “ I see we’re both single, if you fancy going for a drink?”

She would have cringed at herself if she could.