#roscleaves

she suppresses the urge to force her palm against his cheek at the sight of him with a different woman earlier on, and instead she’ll fold her svelte limbs over her chest to refrain from imposing any physical harm upon him as she was finally able to approach him. “is it true?” disheartened, her eyes are scanning his countenance as if she could possibly piece together the answers she seeks just by looking at him. “tell me! all this time, were you just using me to get intel?” eyes bore holes into his (despite the fact that looking into them after such a long time had her heart beating faster than it had in a while) physical and mental exhaustion expelling from her chest cavity.

slaving away at his desk, piles of paperwork scattered along the surface and his old run down laptop sits on top of it all. he’s been up for... forty-eight hours? and the dark circles surrounding his eyes serve as evidence of that. he takes another sip of cold coffee, smacks his lips at the bitter taste and in his peripheral vision, he notices a silhouette who he assumes is one of his men’s old lady. “what is it, sherri?” he murmurs, and when he receives no response, he all but slams his laptop shut in frustration, gaze lifting from the screen only to be startled as the figure starts to resemble a person of his past. “well, well, well, i’ll be damned.”

      the words reverberate as gwen slams the car door, her hand already reaching for the gun at her side. she looks at donovan with an incredulous sort of look, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “i’m your wife. you do not tell me to stay in the car.”

distraction mixed up with a new-found clumsiness was never a good brew but it was exactly what landed alyx in the position of picking up a knocked over stand of jewellery that she had somehow managed to almost demolish. it was embarrassing enough that it had happened in the first place but once she hears the little bell of her shop door opening, cheeks only heat further as she stands to absentmindedly greet the stranger (or so she thought it was). “hey! hi! welcome. sorry about the mess, is there something i can help you with?”