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❛   your time with sherlock must’ve been precious to her.   ❜

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the irt squad finds out about the relationship before the bau does, and it 10% has to do with the fact that russ sees penelope less than the bau and thus notices all the subtle little changes better than her co-workers… and 90% with penelope’s terrible poker face when he asked what’s suddenly made her glow. the bau only found out because the irt is incapable of keeping secrets, and eventually clara—who did not realise the bau didn’t know yet—casually asked emily what it was like having three of one’s team members date each other.

luke makes the breakfast. he’s the only one guaranteed to be awake at an hour early enough, and even if matt or penny is awake when he gets up to take roxy out, luke makes the breakfast.

there’s a subtle increase in pictures taken of each other for all of them once they start the relationship that totals to a lot. it’s all domestic fluff. like absolutely corrosively sweet.with maybe a few shirtless pictures sneaked in between.

@narrativeplaced​ sent:  “You asleep?” for the oa, from steph!

silence is heavy.  someone’s snoring  ---  homer or scott,  most likely  ---  but aside from that?  there’s nothing.  the flow of the water on the ground is little more than background noise anymore,  and hap’s various machines fall in the same category.  she’s not sure if the question’s directed at her,  but head shifts to look toward the voice anyway,  blinking as she settles more comfortably onto her side.  

“yeah, a real warm welcome, too.” 

she’s not trying awfully hard to be civil. it’s not really her thing, but it made her feel better that no one else was trying to be very... hospitable either. well, maybe martin is. still didn’t mean she would actively try to be a nice person. 

             It’s a good day if Darlene squeezes in a few, meager hours of sleep in the middle of the afternoon. It’s nearly unheard of for her to sleep a solid eight hours and wake sometime in the morning. Darlene is shocked when she wakes to see that it’s just after nine. She still woke before Elinor--the other woman had come home from work in the very early hours of the morning and Darlene only roused from her sleep long enough to feel Elinor crawl beside her on the bed and envelope her in a sleepy embrace. Darlene wiggles out of that hold now, pausing at the edge of the mattress to make sure she didn’t wake the blonde. Elinor gathers up whatever blankets Darlene left behind and rolls over, turning her back to the brunette. She gets up and quietly ambles out of the bedroom.

Darlene’s in the kitchen making a pot of coffee and she opens the kitchen window. It’s rare that she greets the morning sun like this. It’s rare that the sun wakes before she does. She pours herself a mug of piping hot liquid fuel and stands there by the window. Watches cars crawl down the street and people shuffle down the sidewalk. She can see some people standing on balconies and sitting on stoops. And as she sips her coffee, she thinks, could she get used to this?? Could she get used to slowing down and enjoying a good cup of coffee in the light of the morning sun in the home of a woman she cares very deeply for?? She ponders this for the few minutes that she’s alone. She vaguely hears Elinor moving about in the bedroom, and then she vaguely hears Elinor come up behind her. The taller woman wraps her arms around Darlene’s waist and rests her chin atop Darlene’s head, and a fond smile touches the brunette’s lips as she leans back into Elinor’s hold and mumbles, “Heya, love.”

Love is a strong word and not one Darlene throws around lightly. She certainly cares for Elinor Rhodes, certainly looks forward to the time they spend together and enjoys the time they spend together. She feels comfortable, safe even, with the familiar weight of Elinor’s arms around her waist. Whether or not she would say she loves Elinor Rhodes is...well, hard to say. But she wouldn’t mind staying just like this for a while.

“oh no, i’m shakin’ in my docs as we speak.”  flat and unimpressed, dull eyes rested on the other with blatant disinterest.

no doubt being so close to a site so recently burnt had its consequences, the soles of her shoes gradually melting into the ground they stood upon, her jacket ever so slightly singed with the heat that surrounded them... the feeling that flames licked at her cheek.