#trevor.

Fallon: can we all agree that we need a movie night or something?

Malia would have known the voice anywhere, could have picked it out a line up blindfolded at this point. Usually it was a pleasant thing to hear it, a relief. It meant he wasn’t here. And for a second he thought maybe, maybe he was up there and he was just having a bad dream and that voice was waking him up. But, no. No such luck. Nothing faded away, the fresh pink scar across his palm didn’t budge.

This is why he shouldn’t have come out of his house. When it rains, it pours. If he wasn’t up there, that meant he was dead. It wasn’t like Hell had visiting hours. Trevor was dead. No more escaping to a little slice of paradise. Keeping his eyes decidedly on the glass he was drinking from, hoping that maybe if he didn’t look, it wouldn’t be true. 

He lived in a place that was all identical terraced houses, brown brick, dull and even. He assigned a name to each house, but each house was the same. Each person who lived there the same. But one never knew what was happening just behind the front of the house, just inside the house. And that scared him the most.

He was wariness on his first day in Manchester, just as he was weariness his first day in the future, mind running full-tilt. Like every rope’s a snake. This is his expression. He wore it so long it stuck with him. Even now with his new friend. Even despite smiling, slowly, to stand up and draw the chair out for her.

“I just had a thought.” He tells her like a hello, taking the cup.

“Is it still alright to call babes babe now?”

She almost takes the cup back. No shit tea for Trevor — he probably won’t like it anyways (They are at a cafe — Spirit did not make this beverage — but as far as she is concerned, all tea is shit tea.) Spirit frowns to herself and takes a long, contemplative sip of her less shitty coffee. 

“I thought you were a father. Fathers can say babe? They can say babe twice?” 

She sits next to Trevor nonetheless. 

TW: IT’S MILD SPICY

💋 - kisses my muse roughly

fallon had been counting down the days til trevor’s return, happy that she at least had marley to keep her busy or she would of been lost. she heard the front door open, happily jumping off the couch and making her way over. her face immediately lit up when their eyes met, running over to him and jumping into his arms. she knew he’d catch her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed her hands on both of his cheeks. “i really missed you, if you couldn’t tell.” the brunette said with a laugh, not moving her eyes from his. she wanted to give him a chance to respond but instead she crashed her lips against his, using her hands to pull him closer to her. their lips parted only for a single word to leave his lips, “bedroom?” she nodded feeling him drop his bags and slowly move his hands up her back so he could easily carry her into his bedroom.