Jason arrived earlier than any of the others, preparing for the eventful day meant for love. or in the station, admiration. his daughter, Ella, had helped him piece together things for the day. little cards for each person’s desk, heart—shaped cookies she insisted everyone »
« needed. Jason himself had assisted with the cards, leaving his own little notes of appreciation. a typical ‘thank you for your work’ or ‘you’re appreciated’ within in ink. @fiercelyvexed’s was no different, except for an additional note: ‘you’re exceptional. thank you for »
@fiercelyvexed « just shrugged, letting her see the mild amusement on his features. “what about you, do you have anything here you don’t want others to see?”
the question is meant as a prodding joke, playing off her own words as he smiles up at her from his desk chair.
@fiercelyvexed « grounding himself, he closed his eyes momentarily. then, as he placed the mug back down, he chuckled at her comment. “we all know Fitz has things to hide, but don’t we all?” he had no business getting into his co—worker’s messy habits, so he didn’t say anything further. he »
@fiercelyvexed « clue who was here, leaving him paintings so dutifully crafted. so, he can’t help but mutter apologies as he hurries to put the painting away from her kind eyes. no one should have to see this, anyhow. let alone relive it the way he’s being forced to. Jason clears his throat »
@fiercelyvexed « even taken the time to close his office door, let alone sit before retrieving the artwork from its packaging. this time, he kept a firm grasp on it, his breath catching at the bloodiness of it all. it was. . brutal, almost beautifully so. he couldn’t fathom it. why was his »