#stilloves

he  releases  an  old  man  sigh  as  he  sits  on  the  concrete  in  the  ambulance  bay,  finding  the  med  student  out  in  the  dark,  legs  outstretching.  every  now  and  again,  he  bumps  his  foot  against  joy's.  jack  folds  his  hands  in  his  lap,  unfolds  them,  and  settles  on  crossing  his  big  forearms  across  his  wide  chest.  ❝  mhm.  pretty  good  spot,  sport,  ❞  the  man  looks  around  appreciatively,  nodding  his  head.  there  is  more  chaos  on  the  night  shift,  sure,  but  a  smaller  influx  of  patients.  there  are  moments  of  quiet,  self  reflection,  where  a  doc  can  get  introspective.  jack  knows  all  about  that.  he  leans  forward  to  try  and  see  joy's  face.  ❝  y'okay?  just  needed  a  minute?  ❞

he's not quite asleep. he rests between that threshold where the world still feels far away, but dreams are nonexistent. he is not sure what hour it is, only that the sun is beckoning him to go out into the world he is just not quite ready for that yet. he is aware of her, though. willow's warmth is palpable beside him, wrapped up with him, still half-dressed from the night before. she must feel him lingering at the surface of conciousness before he feels her shift. feels her lips on his jaw. he pretends not to, doesn't move an inch just to see what she will do. her palm is flat against his chest and he breaths in just to feel the weight of it more firmly. he thinks she is going to kiss him, really kiss him, when her hair cascades around them. instead something soft lightly brushes his nose. it takes him a moment to realize it's the tip of her nose nuzzling against his. finally, he cracks a smile. his lips tugs upward and his eyelashes flutter open. emil lifts a hand and slides it into her hair, the other grasping her jaw so he can bring her mouth down to his.

"i don't mind wasting time, i'll be fine."

She looked over her shoulder at the other woman. Ava had thought T’Challa himself was impressive. Nakia may have been even more so. Behind her eyes was an understanding of a world that not too many got to see. No one but spies and other intelligence agents who saw what the world could be like at its core. They saw a truth not many people got the opportunity to see. T’Challa was a good man who strived to do good things, but it was clearly Nakia who had the bigger picture. That’s what Ava had observed in her short time in Wakanda. And Ava was a great observer.

no damon and winter to be found when she wakens, making her way downstairs to the kitchen to find her mom at the kitchenette. "guess i needed it." a hand touches winter's shoulder to let her know she's beside her, before wrapping her arms around her and resting her cheek to her shoulder - blade in her embrace. "i don't know how you sleep beside dad though. he's such a kicker."

“ why are you here then? ” octavia leans against the doorway between her bedroom and en-suite bathroom. she folds her arms across her chest, head tilting to the side as she regards the male before her. COMPLETELY NONCHALANT. as if she could give absolutely two fucks about him and why he's here ... SHE HATES THAT SHE DOES. fucking griffin and the way he has burrowed his way beneath her skin, not knowing how to get him out. hell, octavia doesn't know if she even wants that. “ because i do have other things to do if you're not going to fuck me, griffin. ” she pushes off the frame, brow raised and lips pursed, giving him a little shrug of her shoulder. “ i'm not going to wait for you to make up your mind if you can't separate the two for five fucking minutes. ”

eyes snap up to look towards the other woman. magnolia lifts a hand to wipe blood from her chin before simply sticking out her tongue at her. she finishes wiping her knife clean, holding it up to the light to ensure no more remains linger on its engraved surface. the flower carvings on the blade are devoid of remnants of her violence. she smiles and looks at willow again, putting her weapon back in her boot before she signs ❛ you'd be sad without me. ❜