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[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑣ictoria ⠀⠀⠀ 𝑙atimer.⠀ ⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀the ⠀⠀ 𝑒stranged⠀⠀ ﹠̲ ⠀ the ⠀ nurse.

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

with undone buttons of his waistcoat, she gives a soft breath of a laugh.

“ let me make you something. butty or something, whatever you want. ”

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

biting back a grin with teeth settling upon bottom lip, she nods faintly. slipping behind him, arms wrapping themselves around his middle with cheek propped against shoulder, lips depositing a little kiss to the side of neck. fingers toying

[* 𝐝𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 .ᐟ @bellaxsecuritas]

aye, well—.

bully for her.

he opens his mouth, but then she adds the caveat of not mentioning pizza, in which case he huffs slightly, shrugging broad shoulders, though such an act causes him to grimace mildly. bad shoulder's been bothering him today.

". . .pizza —

[‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 ‍⸝⸝ ‍ᴳᵁᴵᴸᵀ━𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝙚𝙙 ‎͙͘͡ ̷ @reckonsdeath]

‍ ‍

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⁎ ݁ . ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝐈 ⠀⠀ ⿻ྃ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳 ⠀𝄒 ⠀⠀⠀
⠀ ⠀ … ⠀AT⠀⠀ ⁀ ⠀⠀ ᵂ͟ᴴ͟ᴬ͟ᵀ ⠀⠀ ᶜᵒˢᵗ ⠀ ׅ𖤠⠀༝⠀⠀⠀
ᅟ ‍ ‍
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[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

flutter of a smile, she offers a nod. even with bleary eyes, she knows damn well she’s right. “ course, go on. and when was the last time you ate .ᐣ don’t go citing pot noodles and pizza. i mean proper food. ”

[* 𝐝𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 .ᐟ @bellaxsecuritas]

oh, don’t worry — he has no intention of admitting any of that out loud.

“ye reckon?” iain teases back playfully, having a sneaking suspicion she’s just being nice. he likely looks like shite, unlike her.

“d’ye mind if i put the kettle on?”

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

jesus, if he wants to escape a bollocking, he’d be best keeping that to himself. not that it’ll stop her from worrying, though.

“ you’re looking good on it, y’know. despite the fact you’ve never seen sleep for god knows how fucking long. ”

[* 𝐝𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 .ᐟ @bellaxsecuritas]

he had a thirty-minute power nap about seventeen hours ago, if that counts.

and no, he’s not been back to his flat — here is closer. ( and he’s got more than a few changes of clothes at her own flat, so—. )

“cheers, love. can barely fuckin’ see straight.” cue a weary grin.

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

god, has he been home yet .ᐣ or slept even once in the last - what, forty eight hours .ᐣ dressing gown wrapped around shoulders, she’s pulling open the door.

“ oh, iain, you must be shattered … come in. ”

[* 𝐝𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 .ᐟ @bellaxsecuritas]

perhaps he’s knocking on @AONTIAS’s door, even at this ungodly hour.

it’s been a fucking ( day ).

[* 𝐝𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 .ᐟ @bellaxsecuritas]

⠀

the man ( * 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 .ᐟ )
⠀

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

@bellaxsecuritas ﹙ #bring him back NOW

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

things that have brought lucius back to her.

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

astonished with it all, vic lets him catch her hand, the reassurance immediate. whether it was simply the hand belonging to a familiar face, or the fact that it was contact with someone not there to kill her — she couldn’t

[‍‍ ‍ ‍ ᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ ﹠ 𝙱𝚄͟𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂‍‍ ‍ ‍ ﹐ @banesgore]

... that he would only grant her out of gratitude for those talks over coffee.

[‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑐͟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ‎ ‎‎‎ ‍ @AONTIAS]

clenches her jaw, eyes darting to the man propped up against the wall. “ you’ll know about david. ” the blonde adds, a raising of brows. that’ll be why he’s here. whoever lucius truly is . . . david and his reported crimes are the only