#laurel.

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      it was hard to miss the other woman that seemed to be playing on the side of the road like children lavinia detested, looking joyous that it was raining. lavinia tried not to give the spectacle attention but her eyes would flicker briefly towards the other bfore staring back at the opposite side of the street. a hand clutched he umbrella that sheltered her while the other let themselves get soaked.

" good. " it's snappy, sharp as her weapons. everything is sending disgust into the pit of her stomach, tongue pressing into the inside of her cheek. laurel is here for one reason and one reason only. by god, it's as if everything's been given to her on a silver platter.

she doesn't trust it. trusting good opportunities would have killed her years ago.

laurel blinks at him, almost as if she's in disbelief. she's never had a hard name to remember and for some— overly cocky sonofabitch to play nice and offer what she assumes is a 'you're not important enough for me to remember you' is enough to make her take a deep breath. still, she's gotta be nice, right (even if everything about her doesn't come off as nice)?

location: laurel's apartment.

was   it   normal   to   sit   down   for   family   dinners   with   your   murderous   colleague   turned   friend?   no,   of   course   it   wasn't,   but   laurel   and   austin   had   long   since   erased   the   boundaries   of   what   ‘normal’   looked   like.   perhaps   it   was   her   deep-seated   need   for   family,   perhaps   it   was   their   mutual   understanding   that   the   only   way   this   ever   truly   ended   was   with   their   deaths,   or   perhaps   it   was   something   much   darker   altogether.   whatever   it   was,   laurel   had   found   herself   realising   he   was   the   only   family   she   had. ❛   it's   a   costly   lesson,   sure,   but   at   least   it's   one   we   can   use   to   our   advantage.   ❜    she   was,   of   course,   referring   to   the   attack   on   tommy   and   the   way   in   which   he'd   somehow   evaded   death.    ❛   you're   out   of   practice   though,   cameras   used   to   be   the   first   thing   you'd   check   for.   ❜

location: dexter's apartment.

laurel   waits   for   dex   to   shut   the   door   behind   him   before   making   herself   known,   voice   light   and   unbothered,   as   if   she   hadn't   broken   into   his   home   and   made   herself   comfortable   in   his   living   room.    ❛   finally!   ❜    she   exclaimed,   a   generous   eye   roll   accompanying   her   voice   as   she   shot   the   usual   unimpressed   disdain   towards   him.    ❛   do   you   know   how   long   i've   been   waiting?   ❜    truthfully,   she   didn't   really   know   how   long   it   had   been,   the   only   thing   she   did   know   is   that   the   sun   sat   low   in   the   sky   when   she   arrived   and   now   it   was   pitch   black   outside.    ❛   you   should   REALLY   invest   in   some   more   comfortable   furniture.   ❜