#teddy 03.

The bitter taste of defeat lingers on Mara’s tongue as the QZ falls apart around her. As people turn on each other and even those who appear most innocent give into the need for survival. That’s what they were all trying to do, right? Survive. Except there has to be more than that. She’d fought for so long, had stayed alive for so many years because of hope. Because she was determined to find her family again and she had. And now they had a choice and it weighs heavily on Mara as she waits in silence with Felix for Teddy’s arrival. It’s late but she’s got clearance to be in the infirmary. And she’s got a switchblade in case either Felix or Teddy need a quick excuse for being there as well. 

Though, the dim light above them is enough to illuminate the cut marring her son’s cheek, rugged and stubbled and she’s once again reminded of how much time has passed. Without preamble, and just for something to do, she reaches across, tipping Felix’s head so she can get a better look. “Are you cleaning it?” she asks, ever the mother hen where he’s concerned and though she knows the answer, she can’t help but ask. Mara’s always been calm under pressure but her patience to wait for Teddy has run out after ten years. “He said he’d follow right after you, right?” @felixsinclair​ & @teddyquijadas​

Mara watches the moonlight hitting the wall of the room, watches the shadows dance as she presses a kiss to Teddy’s hand, knotting her fingers through his. It’s quiet, patrols taking Eva from the room for the night. It’s been so long since they’ve been like this, over a decade, and she still knows him like the back of her hand, like the same heart that beats in her chest beats in his. She feels calm in this quiet, racing mind easing in Teddy’s arms. He always had a way of anchoring her in the present, in the here and now.