it’s a sweet moment thus you won’t find him complaining about the kink he’ll inevitably have in his neck from having to crane himself down to her height.
the intensity of her gaze keeping him locked within the gravity of her statement. +
+ looking him in the eyes, brown searching brown, her tone softer now.
‘ I’ve lived a decade without you, and I hated it, don’t make me do it again, for good. ’
+ “ okay. “ he says simply. repeating himself, “ okay. I’ll—I’ll try harder at keeping myself out of the more… dangerous situations but, you know how it is, Glads. I’ve never made you a promise I knew I couldn’t keep. “
marriage vows +
he’s truly the perfect mix of himself and Alice. but it’s faces like these that FP can clearly see the Alice so prevalent in him.
a head tilt, “ is my medium … better ? “
a look much similar to one his mother sometimes wore crossed his features — a “yeah, right” look.
‘ uh-huh, sure, medium. ’
a teasing smile.
‘ your definition of medium and others is very different. ’
tenacious, she is. truly a great quality of hers until it’s turned on him. then it’s less great. like now, for example.
shaking his head, “ where are you going with this, Betty ? “
‘ well I’d hope so. ’
she allows the small laugh to come out with the remark, but was serious once again.
‘ that doesn’t answer my question, Mr Jones. ’
heavily exhaling, he knew FP was right.
‘ I guess you’re right — it’s easier then you don’t know them personally, I do it all the time, but with family it’s not so simple. . . but how different are we talking? ’
+ his features. he turns his hand over in hers, running his thumb over her own in habit.
“ contrary to personal belief: recklessness finds me, I don’t go searching for it. “ even so, “ it’s apart of the job, Glads. “
FP makes a face during her declaration of love. not because he doesn’t feel the same way but because it’s second nature for them to react disapprovingly at each other’s tales of affection.
she’s quick to scold him which makes him school +
+ from their very obvious height difference she had to look up at him.
‘ I know we joke around a lot, but I do love you— shut up, don’t make a joke right now.— and I worry, I really don’t want you going out and being reckless. ’
his shoulders lift and fall in a shrug.
“ sometimes it’s hard to imagine
the impossible. but it doesn’t make it
any less the truth. “
a beat and then, “ you’re a federal
agent. you should know that. it’s
just a lot harder when it’s family. “
he raises a brow at her line of
questioning, a small grin working
its way across his mouth.
“ are you implying i’ve committed
a murder, kid ? “
( he has. but dead men tell no tales. )
sighing, she tossed her notebook and pen onto the desk in front of her.
‘ let’s take you for example, though, you’re a gang leader - nevermind the sheriff - you’ve had to do some serious things in the name of the gang, right? ’
“ that’s exactly it, Betty. they’re
not in their right mind. “ his hands
outstretched towards her, palms
upright emphasizing her very point.
“ you’re proving your own point. “
+ lingering as he had cut off her rant regarding the towns psychos, and everyone who was less than sane in the town they called home.
‘ how can anyone think that’s the best way to survive, taking another’s life? ’
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⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀” and sometimes people do
⠀ bad things when they’re struggling
⠀ to survive. “ his somber tone relays
⠀ an underlying subtext he’s not
⠀ voiced yet. “ @MlNDTERRORS
⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀
⠀
⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ” don’t you think this is a
⠀ ⠀ bit … “ he trails off, gesturing
⠀ ⠀ around them , “ much ? “
⠀ ⠀ adding, “ even for you. “
⠀
⠀ ⠀ @Nuitlodge
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⠀
⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ”do you even think before
⠀you talk ? listen to yourself. “ a
⠀shake of his head paired with a
⠀downturn of his lips are telltale
⠀signs of his disappointment.
⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀@SERPANTSLEUTH
⠀ ⠀
⠀
⠀ having minded his own business,
⠀ he does a double take. narrowing
⠀ his eyes in suspicion, “what’s
⠀ that look for?” a beat. and then,
⠀ “i don’t like that.”
⠀ call it: parent intuition.
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