#kommissar

Kommissarrr <3

- WE ARE - - DAS SOUND MACHINE -

Kommissar..... my beloved...

“Look at her… the fighting is getting too much.” Calamity’s voice breaks through the noise. The fight, the feud, between the women, her mother and her aunt, Aubrey called family and the Bellas, her second family was clearly pulling her apart at the seams. “Guys, can’t we just be civil?” Beca is about to speak when Kommissar enters the room, taking in the silence then sighing. “Kleine Liebe…. Are they fighting again?” Aubrey’s only response is a snuffle and Kommissar sighs again, slipping to kneel in front of her. “Maus…. You know we all love you, sometimes family fights.” Aubrey nods, meek as ever and Kommissar moves to gently tuck hair from Aubrey’s eyes, her words gentler than usual. “You want to go home?” Calamity moves quickly, gathering the few things they had brought to the party, smiling softly when Aubrey inches closer, Kommissar guiding them out. She’s used to family feuds, her own having fallen apart when she was barely a teen, now she knew she needed to work with Calamity to keep Aubrey calm.

Painted up Commissar's Duty in two sittings today - Start to finish, took 4 hours. I like this commissar so much better than the now-standard one!

“Aubrey?” “In here…” Aubrey’s voice sounds small as she calls out to Kommissar, she’s clearly terrified and Kommissar shoots the girl’s father a glare before beckoning to Pieter, muttering instructions to pull the door off it’s hinges, her sigh soft as the door finally gives under the pressure of both of them pulling at it, Pieter leaving once the door is removed, Aubrey’s father watching even as Kommissar moves into the closet, kneeling slowly when Aubrey looks up at her. “Hallo Maus…” “You came?” “Ja… My Maus needed me… claustrophobia is no joke.” Aubrey’s sigh is soft even as she leans into Kommissar slowly, her voice soft. “I don’t know if I can move?” Claustrophobia always made it hard for Aubrey to relax, her eyes closing even as Kommissar pulls her closer, her voice soft. “Let me help?” “Yes… please.” It's only once Aubrey is safely in her arms that she dares to look at the girl’s father. “Next time maybe consider her safety, not your bad mood.” Aubrey’s grip tightens on her jacket and Kommissar sighs, carrying her out to the car, intending to bring the girl home once more. Aubrey’s claustrophobia had always been an issue but now, with Kommissar to help her, she knew she could try and move past it.

Kommissar hates her. She tells herself that over and over, but when Beca winks at her and blows her a kiss before taking the stage when the Bellas win, she has to admit she can’t help wondering why she feels such an intense need to follow the girl back to her car. Beca’s boyfriend stares as she comes closer, Beca smirking and pushing him aside to walk closer to move closer. There’s heat there, in Beca’s eyes, and Kommissar is about to speak when Beca cuts her off. “So, Kommissar…. Are you going to kiss your Maus or not?” Kommissar’s smirk is quick, deep and she shrugs, then moves to kiss Beca lightly but firmly. “Ja. I can do that.”