“Oh my fucking god. Vincent,” Ava snaps, dragging him into an adjacent room. “Why is she here?”
Vincent sighs, taking his arm out of her grasp with no small amount of exasperation. “Ava,” he says, tone placating, “you know why she’s here. She’s an asset to the company and she’s good at her job. If we could’ve gotten anyone else, we would’ve gotten someone else.” He shifts on his feet, which is never a good sign. “Ava, listen—”
“What.”
“She’s going to be sticking around. That’s non-negotiable right now, and—” Ava sighs. “—I just need you to be civil. Please,” he says, eyes tired behind his stupid-looking spectacles.
“Look,” Ava snaps, “I’m always civil. It’s her who always—”
“Ava.”
Ava knows she’s loveable, is the thing. She’s pretty sure Vincent kind of thinks of her as the daughter he never had, or something equally as shudder-inducing as that. It’s that which makes him soften, visibly, as she continues to glare at him. He reaches out to touch her shoulder. “Ava…”
She snorts, crossing her arms. “Fine,” she snaps, looking away, “but I don’t want to speak to her.”
“You won’t have to,” he replies, instantly placating, shoulders slumping in obvious relief. “Your specialties don’t line up in any way, and you have no reason to be called on in today’s meeting. It’s just a few weeks,” he says, and Ava hangs her head back, letting out a groan. “Just a few weeks, and then she’ll be gone again.”
Ava doesn’t much like the sound of that. She stalks out of the room without another word, making her way next door where the meeting will be taking place. She’s one of the last to arrive, and the object of her protests is already here.
She meets Beatrice’s eyes, sitting down across from Ava’s own seat—on purpose, she’s sure—and Ava sets her jaw. Beatrice rolls her eyes in response, a sharp, cold response, and there’s that thrill Ava’s always chasing. She’s not at all required to not look at her and so she doesn’t even try, content to study Beatrice and only Beatrice as it drags on. Throughout the entire meeting, Ava doesn’t pay attention to a single word anyone else says.
Under the table, her leg bounces, restless. Her hands drum on her lap, unable to keep still in any semblance of the word.
Just a few more minutes.
/ /
“Ava—”
“Shh, you’re going to get us caught!” Ava fastens a hand over Beatrice’s mouth, relishing in the frown she gets in return. This one’s much more real; much nicer to see, too. It’s only been a few days since she saw her last, but that’s far too long.
“I’m going to get us caught?” Beatrice pulls away from her hand, leaning against the wall of the closest she’d been dragged into with an unimpressed look. “You’re the one ensuring that we both disappear at the same time. Very suspicious.”
Ava thinks that’d require any of their coworkers to have more than one functioning brain cell but she doesn’t say that.
“Look. Even if someone does find us, they’re just going to think that you finally gave into my charms,” Ava says convincingly, shaking her head. “They’re not going to even consider the idea that we’re working for someone else.”
“Into your what?”
“And even if they do think of that,” Ava goes on, ignoring her, “which they won’t, by the way—” she raises her hand to Beatrice’s cheek, delighting in the way that, despite Beatrice’s protests, she still leans into the touch. “Then we just go. We’ve got plenty of evidence already, these next few weeks are just wrapping it all up in a tidy little bow.” She grins, sharp and ragged, and watches the way Beatrice’s gaze darkens, eyes dropping lower. “Sometimes it’s more fun to be sloppy, you know?”
Beatrice’s brow furrows again, but she doesn’t move away. Her own hands creep up Ava’s back to her hair, tracing lines of heat across her spine. Ava’s nose brushes against hers, heart skipping a beat. She darts her eyes back up once more, relishing in the unfocused state, and then, finally, leans in properly like she’s been wanting.
The kiss is softer than she would’ve expected, but that’s not at all something to be disappointed about. Ava’s other hand comes up so she can cup both of Beatrice’s cheeks, pressing nearer, as close as she can manage. Beatrice is warm against her in a familiar, calming sort of way. Ava’s missed her so much.
They both break away momentarily to breathe, and in the interim Beatrice hisses, “Fine. But any consequences will be on your head.”
Ava just giggles, utterly uncaring, and pulls her in again.
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i absolutely adore you this remains one of the funniest asks i've ever personally received. god forbid a woman enjoy a side of visceral gore with her lesbian romance
will you start drawing me tiny version holding up this big forced perspective iced matcha n there's a halo of light on it like it's sent directly from the heavens again plz
oh i have to know what you think of warrior nun i've been tryna work on a fic for days
okay aside from 'women hot', my thoughts are as follows:
i absolutely LOVE the way ava loves life - she just so desperately wants to try things! experience the world! it's so so so refreshing to see a character that is so unironically, unabashedly interested in things and excited to exist, and that's all tempered by the fact that she only gets to exist because of some fucked up, psuedo-catholic legacy that was forced onto her and that's such an interesting dynamic
she's such a passionate heart for the show, i'm just utterly charmed
and beatrice! dedicated, pragmatic beatrice! i mean, who among us hasn't briefly considered becoming a nun as a way to run from being gay? she's such a wonderful counterpart to ava, putting duty above all else and then finding that maybe duty isn't all there is, all there can be. i would have ended up shipping them no matter what i think, but that scene in season one, when ava just falls into bea after her interrogation with mother superion - that sealed it
i think the whole ensemble is so dynamic and captivating - lilith, trained up to be the halo bearer and being passed over not once but twice only to become a demon or something like it and finding that she's still wanted, still cared for by her people (note: i am in love with lilith) - mary, alone for so long and then so devoted to her sisters and to shannon that she accepted a place in an institution that she doesn't necessarily trust, isn't necessarily dedicated to - mother superion, rejected by the halo but still, always, dedicated to protecting it and the women and girls that fight alongside it, so so so protective of her charges - jillian, almost a mary-like figure in her dedication to her son, following his prophetic visions and still losing him to something beyond her control
the way the show takes catholic lore and inverts it, turns it on its head is so fascinating and fun for me, personally, as the catholic church is my nemesis, and its such a rich world to dive into. this show has taken over approximately 78% of my brain and is actively burrowing in deeper
✒️ idk if the last one didn't go thru or u intentionally ignored it but if it's the latter feel free to ignore it this time too live life breathe air i know somehow we're gonna get there
send me ✒️ and I’ll write your URL in my handwriting along with a little note about what I think of you!
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smo i didn’t know your post that broke containment was also heralding misogyny into your replies i’m so sorry 😔 rest assured they will get everything they deserve 🫶