#vastnight

                                                           she distances herself from him. it doesn’t feelright, because he’s so familiar to her that in any other circumstance, she would’ve found herself gravitating towards him, rather than away. but she’s angry, she’s scared, and yes, she’s hurt.    ‘   well, you did.    ‘    curt words and a glare, arms crossedover her chest     –     she leans back against the bare wall in her kitchen, every signal she gives him a warning to stay as far away as he can right now. because there are a myriad of emotions she’s reeling through and who knows how she might react if he tried to comfort her     …     she doesn’t need his comfort, she doesn’t need his reassurance or even his apologies. she doesn’t need him. she doesn’t, because it was his decision to walk away and she had absolutely no influence over what he wanted. staring at him, refusing to look away, her jaw clenches in frustration and she shrugs her shoulders, a sharp exhale passing through her lips on a bitter laugh.    

                   ‘     you left, elliot. i’m your partner, or i was. and you just, you left. how did you think i would feel   ?     ‘     it’s not fair, she’s not being fair, she knows that. but she’d been blindsided by his decision, despite knowing subconsciously that he wouldn’t come back from what happened in the squad room unchanged. she thought he might ask for time, she didn’t think he would ask for that much.     ‘    i want you to be happy, and i want to be happy for you, but i’m not     …     i still need you.    ‘

                           ‘     and you think i don’t feel the same  ?  why do you think i'm here    ?     ‘     he was frustrated,  unfairly so given the situation and his part in it.  he had no right to snap at her,  he was the one that left.  regardless of the why,  how elliot had gone about it was something he knew he’d regret for a long while yet.     ‘     i  can’t ..     ‘     he cut himself off,  scrubbing a hand over his face.  the words were caught in his throat     –     how could he explain  ?   how could he tell her about the nights he stayed up thinking about her.  missing her.    ‘     i tried but i ...   i don’t know how to be without you.     ‘  

                             he’d walked away from the job because he didn’t know how to go on doing it anymore after he’d killed that poor girl.  and he’d admit he left her behind with it because he didn’t know what they were to each other without the job ,  scared that without the restrictions of appropriate partner-ly conduct he may not be able suppress his feelings anymore.  not to mention the worry that she’d talk him into staying and as much as he’d want to for her ,  as much as he’d want to give her anything she asked of him  …  he just couldn’t.  he wasn’t cut out for this gig anymore,  he’d seen too much.  done too much.

                she blinks.     twice.    when olivia’s eyes rise to meet elliot’s,  she’s speechless. it’s a feat worth applause in and of itself. it’s difficult to shock her, to catch her off-guard and yet he’s managed to do so without even trying. because’s it’s not a tease, or a taunt. it’s a genuine damn statement and she would be offended if he wasn’t so astute. she’s had sex. she’s had good sex. but she’s still waiting for that earth-shattering, leg-numbing moment when she screams herself hoarse and sees stars. but he doesn’t need to know that. he shouldn’t know that. damn it, he’s her partner and he has no input on her sex life     …     why is this a conversation topic anyway    ?     ‘     yeah, well     –     ‘    she recovers quickly, lips pursing as she shrugs one shoulder and shifts position at her desk.     ‘    …     unless you’re gonna do something about that, shut up el.     ‘    she is not blushing.     damn it.     ‘    jerk.     ‘

                   the smug grin on his face was one for the ages.  he had expected her to deny it with that sultry smirk of hers telling him just how  wrong  he was.  but that blush     –     there was no denying he’d been right.      ‘     … that an invitation ?    ‘     elliot smirked,   his  question  voiced with perhaps a little too much interest to be joking around.   his pre-existing and  poorly hidden  interest only further peeked by the silent admission.   not exactly an appropriate line of thought between partners, but the divorce was almost finalised   —   and that really did sound like it could’ve been an offer.

The scent of her filled his chest, warm and dark and heavenly. It danced with the flames of his rage, tempting them to smoulder, to leap, to burn.

She was his and he was hers, and none could come between them.

“'S'been quiet without you, sweetheart.”

PROTECTOR/PROTECTEE | @vastnight

“ Of course! I’m nothing if not careful. ”  She flashed the other woman a wide, knowing grin. Now -- it was true that ideas of what exactly careful meant varied widely... For her part, Vala had never really been particularly strict about the definition. For example, some people might consider it reckless to stroll into a hostile village armed only with a few scraps of information cobbled together from a few less-than-reputable smuggling contacts... But for Vala, it might as well be an average Tuesday.

rec me some scenes i’ll gif em for you :))))