#tarotcvrd

so coming back may not have been the most tactful of ideas, granted he did jump out of moving taxi to hide his true destination in case anyone was following him and practically crawled into her office. once again breaking in, but less sneakily, something definitely fell after he climbed through the window. but this time he had a wound that needed tending and a nap that needed taking. and he knew an argument would be coming, granted he wouldn’t have the energy because he spent so much time trying to get here because there was nowhere else he could go. at least he here knew someone, as much as she hated him, would actually help because at the end of the day she knew artifacts. “too bad i have to hear you complain about the blood on the floor,” was honestly his last words before he lost consciousness right in front of her desk.

Missy was never a fan of when Dominique had to entertain suitors although she could never explain exactly why other than her lady never seemed happy with the experience. It was nice that all of that was over for now and it was the two of them in the privacy of Dominique’s chambers as Missy helped her get ready for bed and they talked. The discussion turned to that of the many men and what their expectations were of Dominique when her friend admitted to never having been touched in that way. It wasn’t surprising, women were supposed to remain pure. “I wouldn’t feel embarrassed,” Missy soothed, running her hand up and down Dom’s arm. “I haven’t either. One of the kitchen boys kissed me once, but that was all.” She licked her lips and added with a tint to her cheeks. “I do sometimes, um, do things to myself.” It was a shy admission but Dominque knew everything about her. “It’s nice to feel good. I don’t think it’s fair the men should get to be the ones to do things without being frowned on.

mia had been on her feet the whole day. dealing with patients, writing charts, and codings. she was exhausted but she still had things to do at home. as she was preparing dinner for two, she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist and gave her a tight hug. she could burst into tears with that simple hug. all her frustration and exhaustion was slowly escaping her body the longer they held her. “thank you.” her voice small as she took a break from her cutting vegetables. ( @tarotcvrd​ )

━━    ✦  “I  have  a  problem  with  ‘bad  boring’.  That’s  not  you.  It  is,  however,  my  husband.”  Maeve  sighed  heavily  and  tilted  her  head  back  to  finish  the  beer.  She  was  in  the  final  stretch  of  receiving  at  least  half  of  his  money  and  then  some  in  a  divorce,  but  the  plan  would  take  months  to  pull  off.  It  wouldn’t  be  so  bad  if  he  weren’t  insufferable.  “Tell  me  about  her.  Are  we  anything  alike?”  

“Uh-- hey?” Roman’s eyebrow raised as he hit the punctuation. He’d felt her eyes on him almost immediately but he was finishing up a consult with a client. He’d seen this woman before, he was sure of it. His brow furrowed in thought a moment, mind attempting to move past the blur of it. Whereever it was, it was likely he’d been wasted. Otherwise he had a thing for faces. “Are you looking for a consult?”

“I just can’t stand to see anyone as pretty as you looking lonely.” she began as she placed down her purse, holding out the now free hand to the woman in greeting. “I’m Charlotte.” 

She was humble almost to a fault, and that fault almost stopped her from listening to her friends when they encouraged her to take the free trip. Truth be told, that was what she was blaming it on, a perfectly shallow excuse that would hurt feelings if she needed to, but Soraya was just a touch intrigued, maybe even a little open. A small smile was there, hinting at the corners of her mouth, before it bloomed entirely, genuine joy painted there for a moment before she shook her head. “Stop looking at me like that, it was just a free flight to better weather.”

It was always easy to pin point the exact place it went wrong, the second that the weakness became more than that, it became a liability. Calliope told herself she retired from homewrecking a long time, even with her profession being taken into account, but this was different. She...was different. Every cheesy line rolled right into one, the living, breathing, exception to the rule. She held the glass of whiskey in one hand, like it helped her to think, pointing with the same hand as if the thought had just occurred to her. “That’s right, your married to someone who treats you like shit, and you make excuses for them, and yet, you’re still here.” A pause, head tilting. “Sound about right. or did I miss something?”