#takesarms

He’d seen her from far off in the distance and made his way down the hall to her without a word. He stopped, draping his arm across her shoulders, silently laying a kiss to her temple. He rested his chin on her head before murmuring. 

“You okay babe?”

❰ contact: favourite lasskicker. ❱                  07.43am - sent.  ❛ i heard the absolution copycats have kicked ur butt last week ❜                  07.43am - sent.  ❛ rumor has it that you’re badly injured ❜                  07.43am - sent.  ❛ and here i am, remembering the good ol’ times ❜                  07.44am - sent.  ❛ so i gotta ask... how are ya? how bad is it, truthfully? if                                                    someone knows anything about injuries, it’s me. ❜

        “I think we’re lost...” Valentina whispered, fingers gripping a bit tighter to the wheel as she craned a bit to look more ahead. With Becky next to her, Valentina had wanted to grab some dinner. The plan was to take her to a Mexican restaurant she had run into once that had ‘the best quesadilla she had ever had’ but, foolishly, she had kind-of-maybe-absolutely forgotten the name of the restaurant and had been trying to get there by memory alone. “Maybe... I’ll take this exit...?”

eyes followed becky’s down to her chest, breath catching in her throat at becky’s change of attitude --- she should’ve been accustomed to it, should’ve expected it, but she wasn’t. she’d handed her heart to the orange haired woman and in return, she’d only gotten heartbreak. she still couldn’t wrap her head around how nik/ki be/lla destroyed her relationship --- some woman who meant nothing to either of them, ruining everything carmella had built with the woman standing before her.