-- yet spoken. his breath is shallow, eyes wide as he takes in this brand new information.
"we truly did it?" he asked, quietly, in disbelief. was rittenhouse truly eradicated?
titanic. the atmosphere, the romance, the novelty of it all. they both had read it but the moment.. it was real. to him. he didn't know what she felt, they barley had time to dwell. his lips touched hers and time itself had stopped. the world stilled. then it all went to shit. --
-- so easily spoken. then she brings up the child and he's almost shaking. he swallowed hard, gaze glancing from the doorway behind her to lucy.
he would never be able to kill any version of her, she was never in true danger. but he finally lowers the weapon, no words --
no one questions when lucy takes the bullet and stays with flynn. she's the one who can stand him and they all dont put up a fight. yet no one knows of the late nights between them. a growing bond that was starting to be more complicated by the day. the words 'i told you so' --
-- be easy in the way you want it to. but, we both have read it. this won't be forever, will we rid of all of them. then, you can build your own home, your own future. it is hard, living so much in the past that the present is .. miniscule in the grand scheme of it all." he--
-- but a rasp, his gaze flickering to the gun in his hands. he disengages, easing his hand down and placing the gun on the dresser. waiting until its fully placed down before he can breathe again.
"i'm sorry— i.. are you alright?"
it happened only a few times before. each and every time was worse than the last. sleep never came easy and now it was rare. what if one day he pulled the trigger? what if one day he wasn't in their room?
it'd been months since this state, his paranoia of the event since --
-- breathe— fuck. his hands shake and his finger twitches and—
his name is uttered and his gaze finally focuses as the clouds of his mind ease. a sleep induced walk now waking up as his gaze finally makes out his wife in front of him.
"lucy—" his voice is nothing --
-- the moments he held dear to his heart. would it ever happen? only time could tell.
"I suppose you'll have to esit for that answer. I'm not the one who wrote it." he hummed, revealing nothing.
he had to bite back a grin, knowing he might get scolded for the movements. but now he can't help but mirror her laughs, head shaking.
there was so much she didn't know. that could happen, or perhaps it won't ever come to fruition in this timeline. things he knew, --
“dont flatter me . ”
lips part , pearly whites peaking through — before ducking her head down . she buried herself in her sketch, slow and steady.
“ well for all i know , writing down the things in my room that make me want to gouge my eyes out is vital information for
-- it was a means to an end. he would have never pulled these stunts, hell, he'd take more lives.
"you know, this could have catastrophic effects on the future. you sure to take the risk?" it's a joke — considering all he has done.
flynn had always known lucy was going to be on his side. that he would be a part of the team someday. he could do without wyatt. . that's why he felt rather relieved they split up. wyatt was a thorn in his side, a pain in the ass. and he had broken lucy's heart. --
lucy knew it was a ploy, a protection for not just her but for garcia too . being an unmarried man and woman during this time wasn't exactly the ideal cover story for getting a lover's suite . yet, why did it make her heart stutter when he referred to her as 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦
-- fighting for the future. he lost himself in the beauty of her. strong hands holding her close, checking for harm, surveying the scene.
tickets now in hand as they move on. there's a gleam of admiration in his eyes, glancing down to her. she cared for lives. for him? --