#tdanforth

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> SHE REALLY SHOULD HAVE .. looked through her peep hole before she opened the door. but she had been waiting for a package for the last three days. a new knife set. expensive. amazing. something she could only really afford on the salary given by the country club. when she noticed that it was titus standing in the hallway - she almost slammed the door in his face. a heavy sigh left her. ❝ you stalking me now ? ❞ her question came out with ease. the brunette let her hip rest against the door frame .. as she closed the door a little more - effectively cutting off his line of sight into her apartment.

she tells herself that, too. it rattles around the inside of her skull for hours at a time, and eventually evaporates.

in the end, it doesn't bring the reprieve it used to.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> THE WALK IN FREEZER .. was cold. of course it was. more than cold. biting. like the winters in rhodes island. ellie hated spending time in the freezer. but chef had asked ellie to fetch more peas. more potatoes. the pre made gravy that was a life saver during dinner service. what ellie didn't expect was to turn around once she had collected all her items and find titus fucking danforth standing in the entry way of said walk in freezer. the handles of the basket almost slipped from long fingers. brows raised and blue eyes narrowed. ❝ jesus , mr. danforth. ❞ came her quick response. before she shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. ❝ i haven't been avoiding. ❞ she continued - stepping closer to the door. closer to him. ❝ i've just been busy. ❞ it was a lie. ellie knew that titus knew. because what she saw that night - the australian had needed to .. decompress. sort out her thoughts. be away from him.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ YOU SHOULD BE .. ❞ a soft smile stretches across pink lips. conversations with titus were always .. interesting. ❝ i know i am. ❞ ellie had never thought that they were normal. but then again .. the danforth's themselves weren't normal. ever since she had started working for them. her gut had always told her that something was wrong. off - with them. her head tilts to the side - soft strands fall and curtain one side of her face. strands look almost golden in the glow of the sun. ❝ it comes for us all. ❞ it had tried to take her when she was younger. of course it had. ❝ but that doesn't mean i want to die. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> THE RIFLE IS HEAVY .. in her arms. and hard against her shoulder. for how short elenore is .. the gun felt bigger than her almost. blue eyes narrow down the scope. focusing on the cans at the other end of the clearing. she can feel him behind her - hands at her elbows .. straightening her stance. a quick breath escapes through her noise. ❝ i am. ❞ she murmurs. ❝ i've gone shooting before. ❞ she continued. her father had taught her how to shoot a gun. and then promptly told her to never handle a weapon. the breeze was cool against her face. it felt nice. she was too warm.