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𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, @donotastray ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⌖⁀➴ °˖ ➶
เข้าร่วม Mart 2023
233 กำลังติดตาม173 ผู้ติดตาม
— finished pastry aside, settling back a little bit calmer now, relieved to have just gotten things off her chest.
“i remember that day, nate was only little and i almost killed him for making so much noise.”
not for threatening to shoot their friend out of the sky, because —
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as she listened, a small smile showed itself, a definite truth to the words. it was exactly the sort of thing her husband would do, avoid the well meant confrontation that was sure to occur if he found himself in the kitchen with both women.
she slid the plate with her half —
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀.@DEADLYWIDOWSBIT
fingers drummed lightly on the table as she watched laura's face. for a moment, she considered reaching for her hand to offer some comfort, but she was relieved when Laura spoke again; she simply couldn't bear seeing the two of them in such a difficult position. "let's be +
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honey, you’re always on my mind, if bruce is too busy with work… ;)
ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʰⁱᵐ ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀.@DEADLYWIDOWSBIT
fair enough. keep your sentiment. just know for the record, i definitely don't mind a sexy woman having me on her mind.
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— minutes the tears subsided enough for her to catch her breath, reaching up to swipe at damp eyes with her sleeve before she wrapped her arms around his waist to hold him impossibly closer.
“i’m sorry..” mumbled into his skin despite knowing that he couldn’t hear, but the —
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in the moment she couldn’t have cared less that he was covered in sweat, just seeking the comfort of his embrace, her own grip only tightening on his shirt.
she buried herself in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply against his skin, still no words but after several long —
archer@donotastray
arms coming up on instinct, wrapping around her without hesitation. one hand pressed firm between her shoulder blades, the other sliding up to cradle the back of her head. long forgotten that he was damp of sweat. for now it didn’t matter. “hey…” muttered again +
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— as a gasped sob fell from her.
in an instant she turned to seek comfort in him, almost falling against his chest in the half light, hands gripping at the slightly damp material of his shirt as her head fell against his shoulder, tears free falling.
on top of everything, —
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she’d known that he’d left his hearing aid upstairs, had seen it left beside his side of the bed when she’d climbed from the cold sheets, so she didn’t bother with words. she had none to give anyway.
each breath was a desperate attempt at control, a deep inhale of —
archer@donotastray
pulse loud within his ears, breath had yet to steady out. fingertips push back the hair that had fallen across his forehead as he steps into the kitchen. slowing to a stop when he notices her, in the light only offered up by the starting to rise sun. the skills archer noticed +
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— be far too easy. he was quiet, but she’d learned his footsteps many years before and they were heading her way.
inhaling a shuddering breath, she straightened herself, angling her body to ensure her back was towards the door so he’d at least not see her face straight —
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she was meant to be the steady one, the glue that held everything together, and she would be again just as soon as she’d had time to break.
the tears flowed silently, or as silently as she could manage in the dark, one hand still gripped at the sink, knuckles white, while —
archer@donotastray
being awake early is held for those who slept, who had succumb the rest and drifted off. he hadn’t, a few hours of lying in bed to no avail he’d got up. pitch black he’d left the house in running gear, a watch and a bottle of water. phone left on the kitchen table; place it +
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— back around her mug and drained the last of the contents.
“anyway, you didn’t just come here for that. how long have we got you for? when do you head back to the city?”
there was never a time limit on the visits as far as laura was concerned, nat could be here for a day, —
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for a long moment she was simply quiet, absorbing her friends words, processing the truth in them. nat was, apart from herself, the other person who knew her husband better than anyone in this world.
“i think he needs both, honestly. he needs the time and the space i give —
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀.@DEADLYWIDOWSBIT
arms folded loosely over her chest as she finished her pastry, gaze drifting far off, mirrored by her thoughts. laura wasn't wrong, but she doubted clint was budging this time; even he didn't seem to know what he wanted, torn between his duty to the world and his role as a +
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