#juleen

@zaklarick1 suggested “Juleen either raging, if there's any visible difference. Or with her and her spirit behind her”  and I say why not both? thanks for the prompt dude this was a lot of fun to make.

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'Are you honestly asking who, and not why?" Jude took in several deep breaths as he inched himself to the couch, before quite literally falling onto it with a soft thud, and a loud groan. He was pretty much wasted, his shoulder and arm radiating pain. His lip was split open, and his eyebrow was leaking blood, but it didn't hurt as bad as his arm did.

“Thanks,” it’s the only thing Eileen can think to say to the two uniformed men standing at her door. “Thank you,” she repeats as Verona begins begins to push past her legs to see the strangers that her mother had spent so much time speaking to. Eileen begins leaning over usher her daughter back inside but Verona’s hair is the same color as Jude’s and that rattles her chest. The way the little girls looks up at her with Jude’s eyes halts her breath and she steps back in the doorway, away from the men that had been the bearer of bad news for the afternoon. She can hardly think of a way to excuse herself other than to let out another, “Thanks,” before giving the door a weak push to shut it.

“Who were they?” Verona asks, and Eileen can barely bring herself to look at her own daughter because her face is the only one on which she’ll ever see that hair or those eyes again. 

Juleen:

Great night but your beer’s still confiscated. Nice try, big guy. See you after my shift xo 

-E

Royla:

Had to run out to the office extra early today, some guy came in without eyeballs. Coffee’s in the pot and bacon’s in the fridge. Lunch at noon if I can get the eye-less guy sorted by then?

Royce

Lachael:

Did you have pineapple yesterday cause I can still taste your cum.

Finnley

(He eventually gets them both a slate and stylus for the house specifically so they can communicate through notes like this so Finn probably knows to check the fridge door in the morning if Wes isn’t around)

Jude sighed and pressed his fingers against his eyes for a few moments. This was a lot harder than he had first expected. “It’s not goodbye. It’s a see you later.” He smiled, softly grabbing Eileen’s shoulders after having set down his army bag. “I’ll talk to you and the kids before you know it, alright? It’s not like I’m going completely off the grid. I’m like 65% certain that someone will have a computer with internet and skype.”