#shallowsurvived

she’s never needed anyone. it’s been something she’s prided herself on for as long as she can remember. she’s independent. she stands tall on her own two feet. and yet...and yet a part of her needs him now in a way that she’s not used to. her days don’t really feel complete unless she sees him. talks to him. when things happen --- the good things, the bad things --- he’s the first person she wants to tell. it’s terrifying. it also might be one of the best things in her life. she sighs, giving him a small smile as she nods her head, still somewhat processing his words.  ❝ i think i might. ❞  and whether or not he knows how unlike her it is to admit that, she doesn’t really care.

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Ernessa politely smiled at the people at her table, there were six people in total. The dreaded singles table was every wedding-goers nightmare and she could not believe she was stuck there. Normally she would have a date for these sorts of grand events but luck would have it she could not find an available mate. Considering this was the wedding of a friend she thought it would be impolite to bring a murder victim. Caelan had previous arrangements and he abhorred weddings. As such she had to enjoy the festivities on her own. On her left sat a blonde woman, and on her right sat a beautiful looking man. Ernessa smiled, knowing this had been a deliberate design on her friend’s part. If she so pleased, she could have her pick.

‘  it’s  not  difficult  to  accept , it’s  impossible  to  accept !  ’

“...Nancy,” speaking evenly as she approached the other woman, Nanami stopped with her arms crossed over her chest, dark eyes settling on the taller woman as she remained silent for just a brief moment, waiting for her to turn and look to her. “..C’mon, follow me. We’re going somewhere other than this place.” Jeremiah had asked her to get Nancy out of the damn house ... and while he was certain he meant just for a few hours, Nanami wasn’t going to just leave it at that. She would take Nancy out for the full weekend ... get her away and back to her roots. And Nanami always found that camping was the best way to do that. 

Even though Noah was quite used to being away from home for an extended period of time ... this whole trip was a little bit different. It was work, more than anything - and it was by force, rather than choice. Protecting Nancy had become most important, and chances were that ... well, even if Nathan had called him and told him to come back home, Noah might have stayed to keep an eye on the woman who was stuck in witness protection nontheless.

Still, it was rough - being away from his family, his little sister. Janus, even. Christ, he missed his most loyal companion. Unfortunately, people were used to seeing him with the dog by his side, and, naturally, Noah couldn’t be seen with him here without being identified - putting Nancy at danger at once.

Even though he missed home, Noah had grown quite used to working at college. Teaching kids about marine biology was surprisingly fun, even though some of them were surprisingly stupid. At least most were eager to learn, and those who weren’t? Well, they would come around, eventually.

It were the afternoons and evenings that got rough. When he wasn’t at college, nor at Nancy’s, Noah was mostly trying to spend his time working out - or, well, baking. It was a little bit ridiculous, but his kitchen was filled with muffins and cookies of all kinds, speaking of his boredom, speaking of his restlessness, rather than actual hunger.

“---and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar.”

song: cruel summer