#murkyhazed

i love @murkyhazed

olivia bensen of @murkyhazed said: "you need to back off. now." set within verse — twd: saviors.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞   𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦   as   he   heard   that   sharp,   commanding,   familiar   voice...   he   could   never   forget   it,   and   he   also   never   thought   he'd   hear   it   again.   she   had   a   gun   pointed   at   his   back   while   kj,   the   guy   he'd   ridden   out   with,   had   moved   off   to   scope   out   of   the   opposite   side   of   the   camp.   negan   had   been   trying   to   bring   this   smaller   group   into   line,   but   they   had   so   far   rejected   the   offer.   elliot   had   hoped   he'd   been   able   to   find   a   way   to   report   back   that   they   weren't   worth   the   time,   if   only   to   save   them   the   pain.

𝐢𝐭   𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭   𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝   𝐡𝐢𝐦   𝐭𝐨   𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐚   𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,   it   was   disbelief,   before   turning   his   head   to   look   over   his   shoulder,   his   movements   were   slow   and   deliberate   as   not   to   startle   the   other   person.   in   between   the   sound   of   her   voice   and   meeting   her   eyes,   he   had   been   almost   sure   it   wasn't   her   —   but   it   was.   "olivia..."   his   face   creased   with   confusion   with   disbelief   as   he   struggled   to   process   what   he   was   seeing,   he   lowered   his   gun   from   where   it   had   been   instinctively   pointed   at   her   chest,   finger   slipping   outside   the   trigger   guard.   "are   you   —   is   this   real?"

@murkyhazed liked for a starter; Elliot -> Olivia

It was late- late enough that the city outside was quieter than usual, that the hum of traffic was a distant lull instead of the ever-present roar. The squad room had thinned out hours ago, the buzz of desks and phones replaced by the occasional metallic creak of a heating vent. Only a few lights were still on, casting a gold glow across the glass and tile, and she was still there.

Olivia Benson, head bent over a file, pen poised in practiced concentration, too focused to hear the footsteps behind her.

At least not at first.

Elliot hovered in the threshold for a second longer than he should’ve. Long enough for the hesitation to claw up his throat and whisper that maybe he should’ve just left it alone. Taken the long way out. Pretended he hadn’t seen her light still on.

But he didn’t. He never could, not when it came to her.

“Liv,” he said quietly.

Her head snapped up, sharp, instinctive, but the second she saw him, her expression changed. Not a full smile, not yet, but something softened around the eyes. Something warmer than surprise, deeper than recognition.

He stepped in.

He looked different under the precinct lights; worn in some places, hardened in others. The years had shaped him, carved lines where they hadn’t existed before. But there was something else, too. Something in his shoulders, the way he stood like he hadn’t taken a full breath in days.

“You’re the only person I could go to,” Elliot said, voice low but clear. 

No preamble. No armor. Just truth.

He ran a hand over the back of his neck, jaw tightening before he met her eyes again.

“After all this time… after everything. You’re still the only one who understands.”

He didn’t sit. Didn’t move closer. Not yet. There was weight in those words, a ghost of every case, every fight, every thing they hadn’t said- all folded neatly between syllables. But his eyes didn’t waver. Not once.