lips pulling into the familiar arc of a fond smile, jemma’s head tips to the side with the slightest air of exasperation. softly, 〝 i do. and i love you. 〞
she lifts her other hand to cradle daisy’s cheek, thumb tracing contour of —
〝 that is * 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 cheesy of you, 〞 daisy mutters, a playful taunt. fingers capture jemma’s wrist, raising her hand so her lips may brush over her ring finger. 〝 i love you, you know? 〞
peeling blood - spattered gloves from her hands with a sigh, tossing them into the hazardous bin alongside the sanitization wipes used on her desk, and several shards of glass.
well. today was 𝐟𝐮𝐧.