‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ONE — TWO, Shiv’s coming
⠀⠀⠀⠀for you. THREE, FOUR better
⠀⠀⠀⠀lock your door … FIVE, SIX
⠀⠀⠀⠀grab a crucifix. Seven, eight,
⠀⠀⠀⠀gonna stay up late. NINE, TEN,
⠀⠀⠀⠀NEVER . . . SLEEP . . . AGAIN.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚈 ‍𝗈𝖿 ‍ 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 ‍ .ᐟ @khthonion]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 ⠀𝗈𝖿 ⠀* ⠀𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 ‍ ‍ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃 ‍ ‍ .ᐟ @litanywept]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ you are not LOST my child …
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀you’re merely * wandering in
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ search of the path that only I
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ can show you.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

sigh, her hands trickling down to grip at womanly hips in another rare moment.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

Siobhan doesn’t do this often, taking solace in the warmth of a neck’s tender bend. Only in the rare moments where opportunity presents itself and it seems completely natural in the moment. Concealing one’s head within another’s neck is a vulnerable act itself and she never —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

wishes to push Irene out of the boundaries she set. And that says a thousand words, does it not? The McGrath has never been known to be completely loyal rules and regulations. They have always meant to be broken in her eyes. “I suppose we should.” Siobhan murmurs with a playful —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

head, burying it amongst a supple neck and closes her eyes, inhaling a sweet, spiced scent as she gently sways the woman.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

Something about the Djinn made her feel young and free once more, as if she did not have the weight of a criminal empire balancing on her shoulders, encroaching competitors and federal investigations peering over her shoulder among other things. Delicate hands rest upon her —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

Even without her beauty, Irene stole your breath with her kindness and consideration. Siobhan has never met a woman who possesses such care, shows constant thought.

Delicate arms wrap themselves around her neck and her stature shivers in response. “Good.” Siobhan ducks her —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

ruffled. “You going to help me set the table?” Anything that helps ease the load off of Irene. It’s certainly not easy being a single—mother, especially one who gets no financial support from the deadbeat father.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

“It’s finally hit the shores, apparently.” Siobhan wiggles her brows teasingly, letting her brims graze Irene’s rounded cheek in an act of affection. “They are practically action figures, just with dresses.” Spoken words coincide with a soft chuckle, reminding her of Thomas’ —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

own words in his youth. “That’s what I got told by my boy when he was a youngin’.” Nicholas is balanced upon her hip with ease, as if he is one of Siobhan’s own children and not the child of the woman she is spending time with. He is evidently lowered, his golden curls —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

motion of benevolence. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you——. Yeah. It’s pouring out there.” She chuckles lowly. Soft hands move, tracing down a spine to settle against the base of her back and pulls her close. “I should’ve called, I know.”

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

It’s the longest kiss that they’ve ever shared, surpassing a mere peck of the lips. But it remains brief, Siobhan endlessly chivalrous and remaining faithful to her promise.  Even though there’s nothing more in the world that she wants than to stay connected, sharing herself —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

with the woman she’s grown to adore.

Irene releases a surprised and somewhat disbelieving chuckle at her greeting, the McGrath grinning goofily as fingers tangle in golden curls that have become her joy. “Hmm. . .” Shoulders shrug nonchalantly at first, her head shaking in a —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

lower lip, those golden irises watching. “You here to take me out?”

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

Emotionally charged. That is certainly one description. Siobhan admitted to her perspective of their relationship, how she could see failures and non—fulfillments that lead to their collapse. Their father’s could have been fought, Diana’s ignored and their marriage continued —

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ‍ ‍𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓌 ‍ ‍𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 @BORCHlA]

three more only to find out she had another living in the world without her knowledge.

Life.

Siobhan looks towards the clock in her office, an inhale causing her chest to inflate and she shakes her head. “No.” Quite frankly, she missed out on lunch. Teeth gnaw at her —