“ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 . 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 . ” had attempted to make herself look presentable , but is fully aware of the tear streaks down her cheeks , the mess that is her hair from constantly running her fingers through it , fingernails bitten . a stalker . nothing like this has happened before , not to this extent . has had people getting handsy , asking invasive questions , trying to find her alone and pry into her personal life , but nothing ever this big . for the first time , she feels uncomfortable in her own home , had thought of packing a bag and find a pet-friendly place to spend the next couple of nights with her cats , could not leave them behind . after the police was gone , shaky hand had reached for her phone and , out of reflex , without truly thinking , his number is the one she calls , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 , 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 . maybe she didn’t try too hard to keep him away , enjoys his presence too much to decline it , especially when her heart is still hammering on her chest , all windows shut but still feels exposed , is not able to rest for every sound alerts her to the possibility of an intruder . hint of a smile tugs on the corners of her lips as one of the cats walks against his ankles already , purring loudly . they say animals sometimes take after their owners , the fezco adoration is certainly shared . “ 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪’𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 , 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 — 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 . ” a nervous small laugh is released with a sigh , not fully sure how to react , maybe this is considered normal by some people . comes with the fame , comes with the job , just a part of it . but she never asked for this , privacy invaded , cannot help but wonder just how easily someone can reach her , the harm they could cause . it brings a chill down her spine , hands moving to rub her eyes to stop more tears from falling . ━━ @unpreferred
it had felt like his damn heart stopped beating, heartbeat plummeting with dread as he heard the tremble in her voice, the tears &. the fright. he felt insane at the thought, at the thought that something could have happened to her, at the thought that this fucking phone call could have been worse, that she could have been hurt. his heart froze under ribs, fingers tightening around the plastic of the phone, trying to control the anger he could feel rising like the tide in his blood. he offers to come before she has time to say anything, not really an offer for he would not take no as an answer, needing to see that she was well, he needs to see her, to calm that awful storm raging in. the drive had been stressful, anxiety in his veins as he wished to already be there : this has been the fastest he has driven in his life &. it has all felt too slow anyway. but his knocks are not too frantic, trying to remain calm when he guesses the state in which she must be, the tears in her voice haunting him. but the breath comes back again as the door opens, as she finally appears, redness on her cheeks &. shaky smile on her lips. blue hues cannot leave her face, even when a cat rubs against his leg, ❜ still look beautiful even though this fucking shit just happened. ❜ and his arms find her shoulders as he presses her body against his, her head fitting perfectly under his chin : she feels so fucking small against him, fragile even. ❜ am here now, ain’t gonna let no creep get close to you again, lex, ❜ his voice is a whisper, her place feeling unsafe with all the curtains drawn, nothing representing the light and warmth of the owner. it calms him, he feels softer now, less on edge though his anger is a living fire, thoughts of providing her with security assaulting him, wanting someone to protect her always. ❜ wanna come to my place for a bit ? ❜ fezco feels useless next to her pain, next to her terror.
