#ofxcelestial

based on this.  //  a closed starter for @ofxcelestial​.

    she’s tired and she looks it as she lets herself into the flat he shares with his twin. sure, she should be heading to pick up marley first instead, but it’s early and all she wants to do right now is climb into bed beside of rule. her bag is left by the door and she’s tugging her hair down from the ponytail it was in as she crosses the living room. indy loved her job, she truly did, but with this last promotion came travel and she’d just spent two weeks away going to buy art pieces for the gallery she worked for. she leans back against the door as she moved into the bedroom, and she smiles fondly at the frame sprawled out over the bed. he was supposed to pick her up tomorrow, but she’d decided last minute to trade flights so she could come home sooner. quietly she slips off her heels and moves towards the bed, chewing on her lip as she slides onto the bed  and slips as close to him as possible. “missed you.” the small brunette murmurs so faintly, her lips at his cheek as she speaks. 

the situation was quickly getting out of hand, people were yelling and the fight was getting physical and watching from the side lux starter to feel like it was HARDER to breathe. people screaming at each other - it was all too familiar from her childhood and she quickly slipped into another room, while everyone else was following the fight like it was their favorite tv drama. she placed her palms on the kitchen counter, trying to CALM down, noticing someone else in the room. “i can’t --- talk to me --- please?”

“are you actually sure you WANT to help me with this though?” he turned to look at his companion. “because once we go in there’s no turning back, you know this isn’t exactly LEGAL, right?” andrew just wanted to make sure the other knew what they were getting themselves into with this little revenge plot. “he started this though, so this is just karma,” he swung the baseball bat in his hand.

    She was nervous in bringing this up. It was ludicrous really. They’d been seeing each other for months. This would come up eventually. “My brother and his girlfriend are having a baby.” Indy grinned at the thought of having a niece or nephew around. Propping her chin against his chest, she drew a tiny heart over his skin. “And hey just moved into a new home. - Which means that there’ll be like a little get together thing soon.” Skylar had told her and she wouldn’t be surprised if when she showed up Micah wouldn’t have known she was coming. “If you wanted to come, I’d like that.” 

   “I - If I’m bothering you -- or interrupting something..” Her throat cleared and her gaze dropped to the floor. It was late and when she felt a little cabin feverish she’d ventured out only to find herself in front of Rowan’s door. 

    It took little to no time to get to the address that had been sent to her phone. The building she recognized, having to pass it on the way to class every Tuesday and Thursday. Yet, she’d never stopped, never pulled into this parking lot. His car was easy to spot and she took the spot next to it, grabbing her phone to send a simple text, ‘Let me in, jerk.’ There was no point in waiting for one to be returned and she slipped the sleek phone into her pocket after getting out and locking her doors. The air wasn’t chilly, but she still found herself picking at the hem of her jean shorts, pulling them down to cover more skin. Out of habit more than anything. She was far to self conscious about her body. Swiping her hair over one shoulder, her brows lift when she hears a door open and she moves towards him, ducking under his arm with a pat to his chest as her greeting. 

    Shaw had tried her hardest to talk her into going to Rowan’s show. But Gemma could be quite stubborn and it was clear you weren't tearing her away from her flat, she wasn’t stepping foot in that pub again. She had to give him the benefit of the doubt, he wasn’t as bad as she had always thought and maybe she was much more an easy target than she’d like - but he was definitely tolerable and dare she say that she might have actually enjoyed his company the other night. She’s on her third episode of Grey’s anatomy, Meredith and Christina are in the middle of a deep conversation, while they have their hands inside of a person - it’s nothing new for Grey’s. But that’s when she hears the knock at the door. Alarmed because of the hour, her heart races immediately as she hops up, dressed only in her nightshirt that just hits mid calf. Eyes dart around her flat and she nibbles on her bottom lip when she realize that she doesn’t have a baseball bat like she’s searching for. “Whoever you are -” She calls through the locked door, crossing her arms over her shoulder. “Go away until a decent hour!”