𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 , gaze downcast and tired . the grey beneath his eyes is hardly subtle , like soot had taken roost along with the bags hanging showing age and yet the slightest glimmer of desperation that he was still grasping towards . it was a world where his mind was constantly in battle with the rest of him , his chest aching to let out a breath of relief once all of this was said and done . this fight for the truth had exhausted both of them and he could see it in the way that scully stood in her doorway . she too --- disheveled , tired , done .
❛ you’d think after all this time we’d be used to hotel beds and their uh …. firmness . ❜ the word is chosen carefully , brushed off as sometimes the mattresses were too soft , others , like sleeping on bedrock , ❛ or at least some sort of adjustable . next time i’ll bring an egg crate ❜
he can tell how tired she is , his gaze not ignoring the askew cut of her t - shirt , how her hair seemed nearly haphazardly put back up ----- how the rest of the room seemed untouched beyond the bed and where she’d placed her belongings . everything had a place ,and it didn’t hurt to be reminded that they too , had theirs -- and it was to solve this case which had been also a part of what kept mulder up all night .
❛ the thing is , scully . this case is stuck in my head , like i know we got a guy responsible , but this ... ❜ a pause , the jut of his jaw clenching ever so slightly in thought , ❛ something about this doesn’t feel right , you ever look at a case and think , nah this was too damn easy , even for us ? because that’s where my head is at right now . too damn easy , i feel like we missed something ❜ @womenwritten continued
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𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 . yeah --- he knows . it’s always the same story , isn’t it ? fox mulder , spooky mulder from the basement locked tight away where the rest of the world can’t find him , yeah . he’s been through a lot . conspiracy after conspiracy hits and he’s laid up in bed , foot help up and a … rag ( it was a rag , wasn’t it ? ) on his head as the delirium finds itself a home in his brain . ❛ i’m fine ---- ❜ but the rasp in his tone betrays all sense of fine and states the full damage done , he’s uncomfortable , too damn old for this shit and tired .
❛ but --- ❜ the more important question looms tirelessly , the ever curious mind of fox mulder still turning even while his body lay post wreckage . if there were questions that still needed to be answered then one could be sure that he would hone in all of his energy ( to the last drop , the part that worried most ) to deciphering the answers . ❛ scully , did we , did we get ‘em ? ❜ and perhaps there was no solid answer to this question , perhaps his distance from reality had been so 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 that he’d disconnected entirely from the fact that he was laid up in bed , needing rest . still , he reached for her hand , one squeeze before a tired sigh escapes , ❛ tell me the truth . ❜ @murios !! continued
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