𝑴𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑫

deception is her forte.

The sudden shift within her wife doesn't go unnoticed. Despite how infuriating it might be at times, Maria knows her better than anyone. And she isn't going to simply let her unravel from the inside out. "Bobbi," A gentle tone while arms reach out, effective when grabbing —

i will do whatever it takes to protect you, even if i must sacrifice myself ; for there is no universe if you are not in it.

There's a moment of silence as her brain catches up to the sudden redirection. Her head finally shaking once it does. "You hadn't slept in days when it happened. I haven't seen it since, so I don't think that's necessary... as of now."

A quirk at the very corners of her lips. "You ran into the table and then the couch, Bobbi. Either you were sleep walking... or extremely hammered out of nowhere."

A hand rubbing over her face for a moment. "Maybe you really were sleep walking."

A little head tilt to indicate she's not as mad as she very likely appears. "You knocked half of them off the table the other night."

Little smile that vanishes just as quickly. "Wanna tell me where the last piece of our jigsaw puzzle went?"

if fantasy could surely make a friend, the palette of your dreams would draw them mad. beyond the universe, while some still search for color never had.

The lamp on her desk is switched off while rising slowly to her feet. "It can wait." She decides, already making slow steps to approach the other.

They’re definitely too big once she starts to wiggle her toes a bit. However, her head tilts at her fiancées reaction. “Really? This does it for you?” She’s noting that for later.

A groan when spotting that perfect pout. Everyone in the damn world knows by now that it's her one weakness. "Fine, fine." Grumbling but putting those damn boots on her feet.

A look of disgust that's mostly for show as those boots are practically shoved into her hands. "I'll still to my black combat boots, Bobbi."

Narrowing her eyes as she tries to think of where that line of questioning is leading them. "I doubt it..."

A wrinkle of her nose at the mere mention of Bobbi’s previous relationships. She likes to pretend those never happened. “Then I’ll give you this ring back and you can propose to those damn boots.”

Now it’s her turn to be offended, a scoff heard as she closes the lid of her laptop. “I will throw this ring at your head.”