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countessmorgasson · 4 years

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The Man Made of Gold

Fluffy Lucio x MC! Lucio shows m/c a side to him they didn’t expect...

Gender Neutral MC

(Disclaimer: Based on Lucio’s route, minor spoilers)

“Thank you for coming down to the palace, m/c. We really need you around here.”

“Sure,” you follow Julian down one of the corridors, half-waiting for him to further explain. It’s not like you weren’t coming down to the palace anyway, but the moment you saw Malak fly towards you, you knew something was up. “What did you need my help with?”

Part of you hopes it isn’t Lucio. You’d think by now, after all that’s happened, he’d be a little friendlier to those around the palace. And that they’d be nicer to him...

It’s a bit of a selfish wish on your part, but you can’t help it. You’re never going to feel the pain that your friends once suffered due to Lucio’s wrath, so forgiveness was easier. Even if you did, (and surely you had at some point but fail to remember) your love for him would always outweigh the past.

Was that wrong?

You see it in the way Julian sheepishly walks you down Lucio’s wing. He doesn’t like being around here- and he definitely doesn’t like being around Lucio. With a heavy heart, you stop in front of the door leading to the main bedroom. Julian nudges you forward with a blush.

“There’s nothing wrong, per se... I think he’s having a bit of a bad day.” The doctor holds his tongue after that. “Nothing cheers him up like... well, you.”

A small relieved smile begins to spread across your face.

But Julian steps backwards, running a gloved hand through his hair uncomfortably.

“Can I leave you to it?”

You take notice of how Julian’s eyes sweep the hall. You almost forgot how scary Lucio’s wing used to be.

Even long after he came back to life, the servants were wary of the area. You even performed a number of theatrical “cleansing” rituals for their sake, but at the end of the day, you were the only one who still dared to walk these halls alone at night. Of course, you’re also the only one who’s madly in love with the Count...

“Of course.” By the time you get the words out, you’re alone.

Turning to the door, you can’t help but wonder how bad of a day Lucio must have had. For you to actually be summoned to the palace to deal with him...

“Lucio..?”

You push the door slowly, after knocking didn’t get a response. You’re barely into the room when you have to dodge something hurling towards you.

“Ah-!” You duck instinctively as a pillow hits the door behind you.

“Get out!” A familiar shout makes your heart skip a beat. Beautiful, rage-ridden eyes come into view, and Lucio’s scowl contorts into shock when he recognizes you.

“Fucking hell, Lucio.” You try to laugh it off, but you’re thrown off. “What’s gotten into you?”

“...Oh.” A flush crosses his face, but he’s still got that anger kindling in his eyes. It seems like he’s actually trying to hide it from you. “Sorry, m/c. I thought you were... someone else.”

“Someone else?”

“Anyone else,” he crosses his arms in a bitter pout while you shut the door behind you and put the pillow back in place. Lucio leans against his bed while you sit comfortably on the right side- the side he saves for you.

“I told everyone to get out of my face today, but no one seems to listen,” Lucio goes on with a huff. “I can’t just have a single day to myself, it seems.”

When has Lucio ever wanted to be alone? you think.

Before you can come up with an explanation, Lucio lets out a frustrated yell that makes you jump nearly a foot in the air.

“Damn this thing!” He snaps. You look over to see him clutching his left arm.

“Is it acting up?” You ask.

Lucio either pretends your question wasn’t as stupid as it sounds, or he’s too angry to care. He nods with another groan, and your stomach sinks. You heard the pain in his voice.

“Why don’t you take it off?”

“I... was going to...” His eyes flicker to yours in a panic. You scoot closely to him, gently dragging your fingers across the metal arm. The gold is cool against your touch- and you can sense the magic radiating from it. It’s exhilarating- enough to make your arms break into goosebumps.

Lucio, on the other hand, is less impressed with his arm at the moment. He’s only standing still, letting you examine the gauntlet with much more patience than you’d expect.

“Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you take this off...”

“I know.” Lucio’s eyes fall to the floor for just a moment, but then another bitter expression takes over. “Ugh, couldn’t you have stopped by later?”

You throw your arms up in exasperation. You know it’s just misplaced anger, but you’re starting to understand why Julian didn’t want to deal with this. Lucio seems to read your mind and soften up.

“I just don’t really... want you to see this.”

With that, you watch as his right arm crosses his chest, reaching to slide his blazer off. He shrugs the clothing off effortlessly, but you watch as he tries to dislocate his arm from its latch. You jump to your feet, watching the way he winces.

“You’re in pain,” you gently dismiss his hand and work on the latch yourself. It takes you a moment, as you’ve never done it before and you’re secretly terrified of adding any more pain. Lucio’s chest settles with relief, however.

With a satisfying click, the gauntlet is light in your hands.

You turn it over and over, thinking back to that first day... when you entered this room under completely different pretenses. You held Lucio’s arm in your hands just like this, when he was a stranger to you. You used your blood to bind his soul to you, when he was nothing but a whisper in the wind.

“Why didn’t you want me to see...?”

You look up. Lucio’s gone quiet in front of you- somehow both pale and blushing simultaneously. Your eyes quickly go to his left arm- what’s left of it. As if your gaze affected it, his left shoulder twitches. The tension in the room melts away, and you no longer feel the anger radiate from the man in front of you.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he finally speaks. “On any other day, I’d sit you down and tell you all the gory details about my arm- it’s really an awesome story. But today...”

Lucio crosses the room and plops down on his bed, leaving the right side wide open for you. You accept the invite and leave the arm by the wardrobe. He waits until you’re against him before he can relax. He slings his arm underneath you, pulling you to his chest. Your eyes are on his left side.

“But today..?”

With a heavy sigh, Lucio shifts uncomfortably in your embrace.

“Today sucks!” He grumbles. “I didn’t want to show you my arm when it was acting like this. It’s been irritating me all damn day. You’d think I’d be used to the feeling by now. Ugh... I don’t want you to see it and think that it’s a nuisance-”

You hold a finger to his lips.

“I’m going to stop you right there,” you say.

“Don’t kid yourself. You saw my face- I know you know it hurts. It’s not... always like this,” he sighs in frustration. “Just don’t get the wrong idea.”

“What idea do you think I have?”

“That I’m...” he grits his teeth, and your heart breaks to see the strain on his face. “That it’s a pity. Or that I’m just an idiot who lost his arm in a reckless fight.”

With that, he lets out another frustrated sigh. You’re at a loss for words at this point. How could he think that?

“...Can I try using magic? It might help if you’re having phantom pains.”

You feel stupid, and a little guilty for not responding directly to what he just told you. But you’ve never been good at these things, and you can’t bear to watch him in this state. The pain doesn’t seem that intense, but the way he winces makes your heart drop.

You trace your fingers along what’s left of Lucio’s left arm. You keep a light touch, wary of the way he’s eyeing you. With all the focus you can muster, you let your magic flow through your fingertips and into his skin.

Gods, please let this work.

You look to him, but his expression is still the same- sad and a little anxious. You can’t even finish your sigh before you realize Lucio’s hugging you.

“Thank you.” His voice dips into a low whisper.

“Did it work? Do you feel better?”

“...yeah.” It’s not very convincing, but you feel the sincerity in his embrace. You act impulsively, out of your heart, and plant kisses on his left shoulder.

“!”

Lucio stiffens for a moment, but you’re determined to show him what you think. How you feel.

“I guess I should know better than to be nervous around you.” The smile in his voice is apparent.

“I just want to lie here and admire you.” You admit. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at first, but he seems to relax.

“Hah!” Lucio’s voice begins to break through- the Lucio you’ve been waiting to see. “Well, who am I to get in the way of that? Eat your heart out, my dear.”

He poses for you like you’re about to paint his portrait. You chuckle, but in a moment of seriousness, you cup his face in your hands. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst when you realize his smile is genuine.

Damn... I’m really in love, aren’t I?

“Hey, Lucio... it’s really okay. I don’t think those things of you, you know. Thank you for trusting me.” you whisper.

He doesn’t seem to know how to respond, but that’s okay. You’re just happy to see his mood brighten.

Maybe Julian was right- this was the kind of thing only you could deal with.

Lucio leans forward, gently pressing his forehead to yours. You close your eyes and lean into the touch.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#the arcana #the arcana lucio #the arcana fic #count lucio #lucio x mc #my writing #mine #montag morgassson #the arcana count lucio #fluffy

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minotaurman-ayjay · 4 years

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Do not drink and drive

This post details the car accident that I survived.

It will be about how the accident occurred.

What happened to me (Injuries, Court).

What happened to the drunk driver (Prosecution)

and where I am, now.

TW: graphic details of car accident trauma, pictures of x-rays (when I get them). Details of out-of-body experience, and potential glimpse on the afterlife.

In 2015, I had just bought a brand new car, a black and gunmetal grey Volkswagen CC. I loved that car, and I was going to treat it like it was my baby. I bought the big, thick manual that details every part of the car so I can fix it myself if I ever need to.

I didn’t even have the car for more than 3 months.

I was at an intersection, about to go north (one way) on an entrance ramp to the highway. I saw these headlights coming toward me. I didn’t think anything of it at first until I remembered “Wait a minute, this is one way.” Before I could finish that thought, he had collided head-on with me. “Why didn’t you react earlier? You knew you were on a one-way street.” Let me tell you, even though you *know* you’re on a one-way street, to see headlights coming at you is confusing. It’s disorienting, and usually it’s way too late when you remember that YOU’RE the one going the right way, and this motherfucker is about to hit you.

He was in a huge pickup truck called a “dually”, it’s a pickup truck that has a set of two wheels in the back and has a hell of a lot of horsepower.

When he collided with me, his truck went over my car, nearly crushing me in the process. One of his tires was about 3 inches away from my face.

I was pinned under the dashboard, I had lost consciousness. I vaguely remember someone holding my hand and saying “It’s going to be okay. Just stay with me.“ I had an out-of-body experience, I saw myself getting extracted out of the car. I was pretty beat up, my face was scuffed up and bloody from the scrapes of the airbag hitting me. When I was pulled out of the car, my limbs were listless like noodles. I remember seeing my legs… My feet, in particular. Both of my ankles were dislocated, and my hip was dislocated and it looked like it was nearly coming out of my skin.

This is where my out-of-body experience ends. I briefly regained consciousness in the ambulance, I don’t remember if I had an exchange with the EMTs or anything like that, because soon I had fallen asleep again.

Then I remember waking up at this house that I had never seen before. There were people everywhere, music being blared, it looked like a party. I approached the door and my friend Evan, who had died several years before in an accident where he was killed by drunk driving, was at the door with is arms crossed.

I’ll never forget this shocked expression on his face as he asked me "What the hell are you doing here?” and I was like “What are you talking about? You invited me.” He scoffed “Like hell I did, man. Go back home. You’re not supposed to be here.” I thought he was just being an asshole, and we were always confrontational with each other… But it’s all in jest. I posted up to him and said “Fuckin make me, man.”, and then he shoved me.

The shove was so realistic, so jarring, so violent that I had fallen backwards— and then I woke up in the hospital, and according to my mother I was on my way to Radiology to get xrays when I came to. I don’t know if I caught a glimpse of some afterlife, or if I was dreaming, but it was very real. My mom knows that I almost died, and watched me fight for my life.

Anyway, they had to restrain me because the drugs that they had given me made me combative. I was taken to the hospital where my mom works, as it was the closest hospital to the accident scene. She was also on duty that day, and for her to see me like that *had* to have been traumatizing to her.

Apparently I continued to go in and out of consciousness, and when I finally came to for good, I was in the ICU.

The moment I woke up, I felt this whole body pain, like an elephant was sitting on me. Not just my chest, but my whole body felt crushed under this gigantic weight. It was so much pain that it literally felt like weight, like I had woken up on a different planet and the gravity was crushing me. I begged and begged and begged for pain relief, I couldn’t breathe. My mom put the morphine control in my hand and told me to press it. I clicked that thing probably 4 or 5 times. It probably only worked once, but by then I didn’t care. I was so divided from the pain that it didn’t matter anymore.

My mom told me what happened, and what my damage was.

1) I had brain damage and a severe concussion. I was monitored in the ICU for 3 days to make sure I didn’t have a brain bleed they couldn’t detect. (I can’t remember the details of the brain damage). I had to relearn words, I had to relearn how to talk without stuttering or forgetting what I was saying mid-sentence, or having a word just disappear on me. This still happens from time to time.

2) My sternum had been displaced. Meaning it was fractured and pushed inward. Had my sternum been pushed in any further, I would have died. To this day, I still live with this. Because of this I cannot bind. I still cannot afford the surgery necessary to reposition my sternum.

3) My hip was so severely dislocated that it broke the acetabulum. This is the socket that cradles the ball joint in your hip. I still live with hip complications to this day. Because of this dislocation and the missing piece of acetabulum, I have degenerative osteoarthritis in my hip. I am a fall risk without a cane. I need a hip replacement, but surprise, I cannot afford the surgery.

4) Both of my ankles were dislocated and had bilatural fractures… Which means I had fractures on both sides of both ankles. One of the ankle bones was crushed beyond repair. I needed rods, plates, screws, and a bone graph. I still live with ankle complications to this day. Because of the surgeries and extensive injuries, I have degenerative osteoarthritis in my ankles. If I am to be on my feet or walking for more than an hour, I need to wear boots that are high topped to support my ankles. The drunk driver’s insurance was able to cover these surgery… However, as it became apparent over the years that I needed more surgeries and had more complications because of the MVA, it turned out that the drunk driver had changed auto insurance companies. Since America is the Greatest Country In The World™, health insurance providers DO NOT COVER INJURIES THAT ARE A RESULT FROM CAR ACCIDENTS. You have to go through the at-fault party’s Auto Insurance to get your bills paid. However, SOME health insurance companies WILL temporarily cover what is needed and will go after the at-fault party’s health insurance on your behalf.

But since this fucking shit smear changed insurance companies, I am absolutely fucked, and I can’t track him down to sue him.

5) I have damage to my eardrum. Luckily, it was not punctured by the force of the airbag hitting the right side of my face.

6) I have nerve damage in my knee (somehow? I don’t understand it, either) I can’t kneel on it. I either feel nothing (like the body part isn’t mine or something?) or excruciating pain when I try. There is no in between. Sometimes the nerve damage *itches like fuck*, but I cannot scratch it, as I will either feel nothing, or it will hurt.

7) I have nerve damage on the tops of my feet. I do not like it when my feet are touched. It causes electric shock feelings that travel to my ankle. It’s not pretty.

8) I have nerve damage in my face. I have Trigeminal Neuralgia that is secondary to trauma. Look at my “bloggy” tag to learn more about this.

9) I now have fibromyalgia. When it’s cold, or rainy, or if I’ve pushed myself too much, I will wake up the next morning feeling like I just came to in the ICU. Where I feel this full body pain that’s like an excruciating weight. Luckily, marijuana helps me with fibromyalgia and trigeminal neuralgia flare ups. I take a 2,000mg of gabapentin (spaced throughout the day) and 200mg of seroquil to manage them.

10) I have PTSD that is triggered by the smell of hot metal, the sound of circular saws, and by car accident scenes in movies. It took me forever to get over being gunshy in an intersection, and to even drive at all.

I was bedbound for 2 months, and wheelchair bound for 8 months. I was taking physical therapy and speech therapy for a year before my restitution to cover it had run out.

Needless to say, my quality of life had taken a drastic decline, compared to me pre-accident. Before the accident, I was in shape again. I was gaining muscle and I was close to meeting what I call my “healthy dad-bod” goals. I was going to go to police academy that year, but that was because I wanted to be an investigator for the Crimes Against Children Unit. I’ve had to reshape my future entirely. At the end of it all, my bills were $110,000. Luckily, I only had to pay $10,000 out of pocket, and that’s *LUCKILY*

So, what happened to the drunk driver?

The trial did not last long, he has been given 10 years probation (and straight to prison if he violates), mandatory rehabilitation, and to pay me restitution. Which had recently run out. I don’t know what has become of him, because as I said, I cannot track him down to sue him for my ongoing injuries.

If you are EVER considering driving while drunk, don’t fucking do it. Do not think you are invincible. Do not think it’s not going to happen to you. Do not think you’re not going to hurt someone. I don’t care if you are a “functioning alcoholic” or a “seasoned drinking veteran”, you WILL fuck up. This man that had hit me was 63 years old, and has probably been driving drunk for who knows how long. And once you DO fuck up, you are going to kill somebody. IF they DO manage to live through YOUR mistake, their life is changed *forever* and their quality of life will NEVER be the same again.

You are garbage the moment you sit in the driver’s side with booze in your blood.

#Do not drink and drive #drink responsibly #survivor #tw: car accident #bloggy

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slurrmp · 6 years

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a/n: just a little bit of fluff & hurt/comfort for miles & ana. based in 1x17 of revolution. dt. to @magical-musical-imagines & @antcnystark bc you two deserve to read soft family bonding.

every limb in her body felt like they would break when ever she made a move. if it wasn’t one thing then it was ANOTHER as of recently and it made ana almost regret following charlie up the clock tower, however, her annoyance took precedence, over the regret, at the one who ordered the drone strike on their camp and the actual town, which allowed the other feeling to slowly seep out of her system. the young lieutenant knew that shit happened, but this - what happened was all bass’ fault and ana knew that she had the right to be more than annoyed. just because he had treated her ... right and with decency when she all but fell into his arms back at the power station, it still didn’t stop him from killing innocent people and her family.

also didn’t help that her broken arm and previous dislocated shoulder had put a dampener on her mood. she had been stuck under at least three different layers of ruble and wall and brick - ana knew that charlie had managed to get out from underneath it without so much as a scaring scratch or wound. the blonde had tried to climb her way over to her cousin but the wall was pressing down on the brunette harder and tighter with every step charlie took.

“ charlie leave me, go get dad ! ” the second youngest matheson was trying her best not to panic not something she needed to deal with at that moment. her arm hurt like a bitch and she knew that she would be crying if it wasn’t for the adrenaline flowing through her and helping to fight against the pain. tilting her head backwards, green eyes managed to catch blue, which had tears pooling in the corner of her eyes.

“ no ! i’m not going to leave you here, ana. ” charlie was whispering but was still loud to be heard, she was trying her hardest not to make too much noise, the three militia men had been close by. “ i’m gonna get you out of there. ” the blonde started to make her way OVER the wall - but it shifted and ana made a whining sound, which turned into a scream being forced down behind clenched teeth.

“ charlie stop ! ” ana called and the blonde did, before looking back at her. “ it’s - it’s going to crush my LUNGS if you climb on top. just - get yourself out of here and find dad and nora and everyone else. ” the two girls stared at each other for a long period of time and ana tried her hardest not to roll her eyes and yell at her cousin to hurry up and leave.

“ i’m coming back. ” charlie finally agreed, while ana sighed in relief. it wasn’t because charlie didn’t help or was a calming force but well miles was ... her father, one of two people who were able to bring her down from a panic attack. the second was ... unfortunately bass and well - it was still valid, which surprised ana. it had taken them almost two hours to come back and rescue her - the blood that came from the cut on her forehead had dried up and stained the skin around her right eye. ana could almost certainly guess that the cut was going to scar. she almost BALLED her eyes out when the heavy brick was lifted off her chest and she was able to breath properly. almost hacking up a lung - the tears had come freely then when she was pulled into miles’ arms. after soaking miles’ coat, it was him and charlie that carried her all the way to the medical wing. they checked out her arm, which she learnt was broken in two places. it was a clean break, easier to set. her left arm was then wrapped in white fabric and she was told to rest.

and rest the brunette did. by the time she opened her eyes again - the room was almost pitch black, apart from the sparse amount of candles still lit around the room. ana had been a little surprised whne they had given her a private room, one with a door and a bathroom (even if it was obsolete) but ana guessed that being the general’s daughter had its perks. turning her head away from the window (where the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon), ana winced slightly at the stiffness in her neck and the dull throbbing soreness that was emanating from her arm. green eyes then caught the figure of her father, stretched out in a single chair asleep, with his head resting on the palm of his hand. she had hardly seen miles sleep and when he did, it was usually in a different room. ana tried to roll on her side then, to go back to sleep with the calming fact that miles had shown up after she fell asleep. it was comforting to know that he was still worried about her, she would have thought that he would still be stuck with the president and doing other general things.

however, turning on her side (to face miles) caused her to bump her arm and a small cry escaped her lips. squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth to keep quite, the brunette missed the way that miles jerked himself awake - sitting up in the chair, he ran a hand through his hair. it was a miracle that he had fallen asleep in the first place, the previous day must have really taken it out of him. he knew that he had to wait and see if nora turned up - he would have taken a small group out to look for her himself, if the president hadn’t told him that he should get some rest and be with his daughter. “ you okay? ” the question filled the silence and ana’s eyes snapped open.

the almost olive coloured green of her eyes would always remind miles of her mother and there would be this feeling of r e g r e t in his heart every time, but he hid it well from her. he watched as ana nodded her head but squeeze her eyes tighter, her good hand came around and want to grab hold of the broken appendage.

miles shot forward then, bringing the chair with him, as he leaned over the short space between the edge of the bed and her body - his right hand wrapped around ana’s wrist before he pulled it away from the broken one, cradling it against her hip. the warmth of his touch all but caused her to shiver with relief that HE was in fact there. if she touched or even poked at the a r m it would hurt a lot more. “ doc said you weren’t allowed to touch it. ” ana whined again, turning her head so that she pushed it back into the pillow some more. a soft smile crossed miles’ lips, before he frowned, he could do nothing but listen to her. it hurt him to see her in so much pain - the meds weren’t coming around for another hour or so, he had to do something to take her mind of the broken bone. brown eyes focused on the side of her face, and he watched as a few tears spilled from her closed eyes. “ bear ... ” the nickname was still endearing and ana would never get tired of hearing it. “ bear, look at me. ”

“ it hurts ... ” she whispered, green eyes finally opening, moving her head ana sniffed and blinked a couple of times to get the tears out of her eyes, which meant more of them falling on her cheek. “ it really hurts, dad. ” miles sighed and leaned forward again before he pressed a kiss against her temple and then one against her forehead.

“ i know it does, kid. i know. ” he sat back on his chair and the hand that had still been holding onto her wrist, came up and smooth down her brown hair. “ just try and go back to sleep. the doc should be around with more meds soon. ” his voice was soft and warm, sleep still evident in his own voice.

“ are you going to stay ? ” the question left her lips almost a solid five minutes after they both went silent. nothing but miles stroking ana’s hair and his breathing evening out before she would jerk herself awake again. from the raising sun over her body, miles guessed that it was just rounding on five am. the two of them had plenty of time to get another bout of sleep in before he had to get up. ana had her eyes closed once more and miles was busy watching her - eyes like a hawk, moving over her body to make sure that nothing else was w r o n g with her, his hand subconsciously continued to move back and forth through her hair - which caused another soft smile to spread across the young girls lips, definitely a change from the frown.

“ ‘course i’m gonna stay. ” green eyes opened again, this time only half lidded and miles frowned again. “ shh, close them, tanaka. ” her full name was never used unless she was in trouble or he wanted her to DO something. a soft giggle escaped her lips, before miles stood up from the chair - pulling his hands from her body. a whine escaped her lips, eyes snapped fully open again, they both knew that she was never this clingy, but considering the hell she had been through just the day before they both didn’t mind being so close to each other. “ you’re not making me sleep in the chair. ” he answered her whine. “ roll over. ”

ana scoffed. “ you’ll push me out of the bed. ” she snipped back at him and miles gave a very similar sounding scoff as he helped ana move to the position she was in when she woke up, so that her broken arm was now resting against her hip - a rather more comfortable position if you asked her. miles then laid down on the bed - boots and all, before he turned his body towards her back.

“ you kick in your sleep. ” miles retorted as one arm came to rest above her head and then other gently rested underneath the broken one, almost cradling it protectively. “ if anything, you’ll be pushing me out. ” ana went to turn her head around, but the hand that was resting above her head - came down and pushed her back towards the window. ana giggled again. “ good night, tanaka. ” miles let his eyes slide shut, glad that his back wasn’t facing the door this way.

“ good night, dad. ” ana gave a content sigh and allowed herself to fall into a deep sleep - with miles behind her .. she felt safe. at least for now anyway.

#* & KEELEY WRITES.#nbc revolution #miles matheson #ana matheson #father x daughter #ana x miles #father daughter bonding #wow i love them.#i would ride and die for these two.#this is ... honestly the b e s t.#i've written. sobs quitely.#* quietly

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