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dwead-piwate-meggers · 4 years

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Kiss Me, Kill Me

A kiss. A bad reaction. The aftermath, and how Unit Bravo deals with the potential loss of Detective Charlotte Langford from their little group. Inspired by this ask to @twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for.

Chapter 7

Adam du Mortain x f!detective approx. wc: 2030 rating: t warnings: none Read it on Ao3

The Warehouse Common Room, Several Days Later

A broken ankle. This is why she never takes vacation. Three days off for some R&R and she comes back with a broken ankle and a round the clock protection detail because there’s a price on her head and she can’t exactly hobble away at any great speed. Maybe she could just brain an attacker with a crutch instead, but that’s a bit beyond her basic combat training.

This is the last time she takes Tina’s advice. She’s fairly certain she’s said before. She means it this time.

At least she’s still being kept in the loop. Rebecca made sure to include her specifically, even if she isn’t entirely sure why she’s here. She avoids looking at Adam, standing in his usual place by the fireplace, as she sits in one of the armchairs. It would be hard to get a peek in, anyway, what with Nate’s fussing over her while trying very hard to look like he isn’t fussing, and Farah watching her like a cat tracking a nice, fat pigeon. Morgan is acting blessedly unconcerned, perched in a dark corner.

Thank God it’s her turn to babysit tomorrow. I might actually have space to breathe.

“The situation has changed with the coven,” Rebecca explains, and Charlotte isn’t entirely sure why she’s here. The witches in question are a long way from Wayhaven, and they have requested some assistance with something apparently outside of her clearance level. “They’ve requested assistance from the team that worked with Detective Langford.”

She frowns, processing the fact that a coven of witches halfway across the continent know her by name. “Just the team, though,” she looks to Rebecca to confirm. “Not the detective?”

Her mother nods. “Correct.”

“Then, while I appreciate being kept in the loop,” she offers a slight nod of acknowledgement to Rebecca for her efforts, “I don’t see how I can help with this.”

Rebecca accepts the nod. “Your protection, and that of Wayhaven, is still Unit Bravo’s primary assignment.” She continues, “It has been decided that Agent Sewell will take the team to meet with the coven. Commanding Agent du Mortain will assume all duties with regards to your protection until their return.”

She gapes at Rebecca. I can’t have heard that right, she thinks, even as she hears Adam’s tense, “Understood.”

No, apparently I heard that right . Christ.

Her feelings must show on her face, because Rebecca is looking over at her with some concern, “Is that a problem?”

No, no problem. Who wouldn’t want to spend nearly every waking minute crammed into a small apartment with the person who kissed them and then rejected them within the span of, oh, 30-60 seconds? Why would that be a problem?

But she is not losing face like this, not in front of Rebecca, and definitely not in front of him. Not a goddamn chance.

“No,” she shakes her head, impressed with her own ability to keep her tone neutral.

“Good.” Rebecca nods, her mind clearly already with the rest of her briefing notes for the team, “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch.”

She recognizes a dismissal when she sees one. Charlotte gets to her feet, and begins making her way to the agency vehicle she and Nate had ridden to the Warehouse in. She feels, rather than hears, Adam following her, completely silent in spite of his bulk, like the world’s most corporeal ghost. He opens the door of the SUV for her and hovers awkwardly as she hauls herself into the passenger seat - like he’s not sure if he should be offering help. It takes a bit of work, these SUVs aren’t exactly close to the ground, and she’s only got one good leg, but eventually she manages, pulling her crutches up beside her. He closes the door, and she pinches the bridge of her nose as he walks around to the driver’s side.

It’s going to be a long day.

The Detective’s Apartment, Evening, Three Days Later

She has about two-and-a-half nerves left, each of them frayed, and his continued existence in her space is getting on all of them.

He has her coffee ready at the table in the morning, before she’s finished getting dressed. Exactly the way she likes it. He has Timbit’s feeding schedule memorized, has the cat food in the bowl exactly on time, before she can even stand up to get it. He has the bottle of painkillers in front of her before her reminder alarms go off. Yesterday, her lunch had been delivered to her desk before she even placed the order at Hayley’s. He knew her order. And that she ordered from Hayley’s on Tuesdays. All without her having to say a goddamn word.

She’s barely had to lift a finger for herself in three days. In any other context - well, mostly in the context she’d thought they’d been in a few months ago - it would have been kind of sweet. Maybe.

Now it’s just fucking infuriating.

He’d swept her dinner dishes off the table and had them washed and in the drying rack almost before she could finish blinking, leaving her staring through the partition between the living space and the kitchen at him where he stands with a tea towel in his hand, drying a glass. And there’s an image that sends a lonely twisting feeling through her heart.

Like she still wants him. Like she still wants him like this. In her home. Taking care of her. Being domestic. Like maybe she’s not as over him as she wants to believe.

He catches her looking, and she turns to scowl at the wall. Fuck.

“What the hell is going on?” The words just slip out.

He turns from where he’d just finished returning her plate to its place. She hadn’t needed to tell him which cupboard. Down to two nerves, then.

“Is something wrong, Detective?” He seems perplexed. She wonders if he’s actually that oblivious.

She looks at him, gestures to the towel in his hands, “This. What the hell is going on with this?”

“You’re injured,” he says. Like that explains everything.

“I have a broken ankle. You’re acting like I’m completely incapable of doing anything for myself!”

“I was simply trying to make things easier for you.”

There really isn’t a good response to that. Because it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to say. But she’s not in a space where she needs a good response to justify being angry. She’s in a space where even a perfectly reasonable thing is more than enough to set her off, when it’s coming from him.

“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters, bracing her hands on the table and heaving herself to stand on her good leg. She grabs her crutches from where they lean on the wall, and twists towards the couch, turning her back on him and the kitchen. But one of the crutches catches on the table leg, and she can feel her balance slipping…

And then he’s there, hands on her elbows, gently setting her straight. She swears they linger for a second, and she squeezes her eyes shut tight, because no, no they can’t be there, he can’t be touching me and I CAN’T WANT HIM TO, and then his hands are gone, and it’s safe to open her eyes. Safe to see him standing right in front of her with his hands extended towards her and that way he has of looking at her like he’d hand her the world on a plate if she asked for it and she can feel her arms tingling where his hands had been and her heart pounding in her chest and…

“I’m sorry.” His voice is soft.

She presses her lips together, swallows hard, trying to get herself under control. She shrugs, not quite meeting his eye, “It’s probably better that I didn’t fall over.” She hates how choked her voice sounds.

“That’s not what I meant.”

She closes her eyes for a brief moment. Oh good. We’re doing this now . Because this is when I want to have this conversation . “Then what are you sorry for?”

“For how I behaved.” He’s standing a little closer now. Is he? Maybe. Or maybe that’s just how she’s seeing him. It’s not his size. Just his...presence. He seems to drown everything else out. “That night.”

She feels the prickle in her nose, the burn in her eyes. But she will not cry in front of him. She absolutely will not cry in front of him. So she casts her eyes to the ceiling instead, shaking her head.

“Charlotte.” He says her name like he always does. Reverent, like it’s sacred.

And that does it, she feels the first drop slip down her cheek. Fuck it. He’s seen her almost bleed out. What difference does it make if he sees her cry.

“Why?” she whispers. It’s all she can think to ask, hopes he understands what she means. Why did you do it? Which part are you sorry for?

“I…” He’s looking down, brows knit, hands clenching and unclenching. He looks back up at her, eyes flicking back and forth as he looks between hers. “I was afraid.”

And you think I haven’t been?

She shakes her head, just a little, “Did it help?”

“No.”

Oh God.

She collapses back into the chair that she’d just left, too overwhelmed to react when he drops to his knees in front of her.

“I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he says.

A sound that’s something like a laugh, something like a sigh, breaks through her tears. She has a brief flicker of a memory: Tina asking her a question, something about him being on his knees begging for her forgiveness, something about how she’d never believed there would be a chance that that would happen. It merges with the current situation and leaves her feeling like the world is tilting slightly. It’s all too goddamn absurd.

She rests her elbow on the table, her head on her hand as she looks down at him. He’s close enough that her toes are almost brushing his knees. “What would you even do if you had it?”

“Whatever you wished of me.”

A simple statement. That’s his way, isn’t it? The simplest statement that could mean anything or everything. But she’s tired. Tired from her pain and tired from work and and tired from heart-ache and tired from trying to parse the meaning of his simple statements.

“What does that even mean?” she asks.

“I...If you tell me that you wish to remain colleagues, it means that. If…” she watches him close his eyes and swallow, hard, before looking back up at her, and his gaze is soft, warm, “If there was a time when we could have been something more...if that is something that you still want…”

It’s a pretty promise, but… she sighs, “It’s not just me that has to want that, Adam.”

“It isn’t just you.” He looks …young, somehow, kneeling on the floor in front of her. Young and sweet and heart-breakingly earnest and her heart lurches in her chest towards him, even as her mind screams at her to get a grip. Because how long has she been waiting to hear this. Even when she thought she was done with waiting. And she can’t stop the smile that spreads across her face, even as the tears are flowing unchecked down her cheeks.

“Goddamn it,” she huffs a little laugh, “yes. Yes. It’s something that I still want.”

He offers her a wry half-smile, “I confess, I was hoping for a little more enthusiasm.”

She laughs at that, feels it bubble up her throat and she rolls her eyes with relief as it escapes her lips, “And I was hoping for a quiet night, so I guess we’re both disappointed.”

His smile broadens, and she sees the hint of dimples in his cheeks as he reaches up, brushes the tears from her face with the backs of his knuckles. She feels her eyes drift shut at his touch as he whispers, “I have never been disappointed by you.”

#adam du mortain #adam du mortain/f!detective #twc detective #charlotte langford #angst du mortain #that's all folks #we're done here

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impalialarmy · 4 years

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B A S I C S

Full name: Ash Michael Langford

Nickname: Just Ash

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Height: 5′8

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: he/him/his

Temperament: Sanguine

Zodiac: Pisces

O T H E R

Family: Rebecca Langford (mother), Aaron Langford (father)

Birthplace: Wayhaven

Job: Detective with the Wayhaven PD & human liaison to “The Agency”

Phobias: Seeing his own blood makes him nauseous after the incident with Murphy.

Guilty Pleasures: Sour Candies in particular, he’s always got some on him.

Hobbies: Reading; both fiction and nonfiction (probably scientific journals he and Verda pick apart together). He’s got his own vegetable patch in his little garden. Enjoys trying to cultivate and breed different plant species. Learning new languages is also a favourite way to pass time.

Languages: English, Spanish, French and Latin. Total Polyglot.

M O R A L S

Morality Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: Pride/Wrath <– Something Adam likes to bring out

Virtues: Justice/Charity

T H I S O R T H A T

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Adam/Ash

BroTP: Ash/Felix

DESCRIPTION

Raven haired and hazel eyed, Ash Langford tends to leave an impression.

A vibrant man who’s openly friendly and very perceptive to other peoples emotions. He’s warm and easy going but he’s also got a shrewdness to him which is why his career as a detective took off so quickly. Curiosity shapes many parts of Ash’s life as he always finds some new topic to bury his nose in; from languages to botany to medieval pottery.

At university he studied organic chemistry, but despite his degree he still went into law enforcement when it was suggested to him. Even though he always dreamed of leaving Wayhaven he couldn’t help but be drawn back to the town and it’s people; as well as the career that took his fathers life. Perhaps he stayed to become a detective to add some meaning to his fathers death.

Despite his intelligence, there’s certainly a scatterbrained aspect to him, his office is so completely disorganised Tina gets headaches when she sits in there for too long.

His first encounter with Unit Bravo was a mixed bag to say the least.

Eventually he ended up building solid relationships with the entirety of the team. Nate and Felix both get along great with him. Ash’s mischievous temperament rises to the challenge whenever Felix has some wacky idea; and Nate’s sincerity is greatly appreciated by Ash, and they often find their ideals lining up exceptionally well.

Mason didn’t leave much of an impression on Ash at first, other than his incessant smoking in his damn office. After working together for a few months as a team, Ash came to realise the importance of Mason working in the team. How he fought without hesitation for his teammates against Murphy, even when the chance of coming out alive was so low.

Mason also came to appreciate the way Ash never backed down from conflict, how he’d always throw a punch back whenever someone tried to step on him.

Speaking of conflict, his first meeting with Adam did not go well at all, he quickly learned that the other man brings out the fiery side in him. Ash couldn’t stand Commander Du Mortain at first; horrified by his arrogance and bull-headed personality. Adams open hostility led to a number of blow out fights between the two, since Ash would certainly not let this man talk down to him in such condescending a way. Especially not at his precinct.

However, eventually Ash saw the better side of Adam; the one thats loyal and deeply devoted to those he cares about. As they found common ground they began getting along, finding mutual appreciation in each others perseverance and skill. Their vastly different personalities actually balanced the other out, making them mesh incredibly well when they actually listened to each other.

Ash also enjoys teasing Adam, trying to push his buttons and see what kind of reaction he can get. However, he has far too much pride to openly flirt with him, that would mean defeat in this battle of wits. Adam seemingly takes joy in riling up the other man from time to time as well; throwing little jibes just to see the way Ash’s eyes narrow and how his nose crinkles.

Even after their relationship had become a positive one, they still have genuine, heated arguments frequently enough that it strains Ash. The secretive and controlling side of Adam is something that bothers him more than he cares to admit.

Deep down Ash knows just how much Adam cares for him; and how much he himself reciprocates those feelings. It’s something he would never bring up from fear of Adams reaction. Not that he would ever admit that.

Also, yes he dated Bobby in college, and no he doesn’t know why he did it either.

F U N F A C T S

1. After Ash’s penultimate fight with Bobby that led to the latter finally getting kicked out; Ash set fire to his £400 cashmere blazer while standing on the balcony as Bobby watched in horror. He still doesn’t feel bad.

2. Ash and Verda once got so incredibly hammered while peer reviewing someone’s scientific paper on forensic toxicology, that they ended their review by calling the authors a bunch of half brained pillocks who wouldn’t know the difference between NADH and NADPH if it swung a bat in their face. Verda is currently barred from writing anything for the Journal of Forensic Science.

3. Ash is extremely allergic to any type of nut. A first date with a very handsome lawyer ended with Ash viciously throwing up over the dinner table after two mouthfuls of contaminated food. The lawyer still ended up sleeping with him.

4. During a fight with Adam, Ash once got so angry that he burst a blood vessel in his eye. Adam immediately tried to call the Agency paramedics, which just started another fight.

5. Once while driving he accidentally hit a woodpecker that flew into his front window. He was late to work that day because cried for 30 minutes in his car on the side of the road. At the station when Tina asked him what was wrong, he told her that Douglas had given him a PB&J sandwich.

6. Ash has Adam listed in his phone as COMMANDER ANGST in all caps.

7. After finding out that Adam hated puns, Ash made it his personal mission to find the most obnoxiously lame puns known to man. He and Felix have competitions who can make the most in the shortest amount of time. Once Ash made a pun so bad Adam accidentally punched a hole in the wall of his office.

8. When Tane hit on him during his first meeting with Unit Alpha, Ash was 1000% into it. He did not appreciate Adams cock-blocking.

9. Felix loves asking Ash about random topics and listening to him waffle on for ages about the most obscure aspects of human history and culture. While Adam pretends it annoying, he secretly loves listening to them as well.

10. Ash did in fact attack Mason with a fire extinguisher after he lit a cigarette in his office one too many times.

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#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc oc #my oc #twc detective

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haledamage · 4 years

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Kira for that world-building Wednesday thing(your choice of muse if someone happened to beat me to Kira)

Kira Kingston

B A S I C S

Full name: Kira Grace Kingston

Gender: cis female

Sexuality: bisexual

Pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

Family: Rebecca Kingston, mother

Birthplace: Wayhaven, England, UK

Job: detective, Agency liaison

Phobias: needles, being restrained, being forgotten

Guilty pleasures: singing, playing guitar, Unit Bravo

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: neutral good, verging on lawful good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert

organized/disorganized: disorganized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: it very much depends on the situation, but mostly agreeable unless your name is Adam du Mortain

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: reserved

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unempathetic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Otp: Kira/Mason, Kira/Adam, Kira/Nate, Kira/Felix

Ot3: none? Maybe Kira/Adam/Nate, if that were an option on the love triangle

Brotp: Kira/Felix, Kira/Tina

Notp: Kira/Bobby

#kira kingston #been thinking a lot about kira ever since I added TWC2 to my steam wishlist #I need to write more of her I miss her and her bravo boys <3 #queen-scribbles

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leirsulien-archive · 3 years

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Commanding Agent Ava du Mortain & Detective Olivia Greene

I won the second prize for @sosolenoo’s giveaway and she made me this beautiful piece of Ava and my detective. I’m so in love with it, again thank you so much 🥺💕

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leirsulien-archive · 3 years

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THEN I WILL HAVE TO FUCKING KISS YOU!!!!!

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leirsulien-archive · 3 years

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no thoughts just A du Mortain using the detective as a weight for training

#pls sera #Pls i need it for...for good reasons ok #if: the wayhaven chronicles #li: a du mortain #r: a du mortain/detective #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #a du mortain #adam du mortain #ava du mortain

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leirsulien-archive · 3 years

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microdosing on confessing my undying love by telling them to “do it for me”

#if: the wayhaven chronicles #li: a du mortain #r: a du mortain/detective #t: text #pearlsandrambles #twc spoilers #twc book 3 demo #twc book 3 spoilers #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven chronicles #a du mortain #ava du mortain #adam du mortain

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leirsulien-archive · 3 years

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Ketchup Stains

have a quick drabble bc mind won't shut up about domestic ava

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles by @seraphinitegames Pairings: Ava du Mortain x f!detective (Olivia Greene) Rating / Warnings: G / none Words: 1k Summary: news flash - Liv yearns for domesticity and the intimacy of washing dishes together. [or read on AO3]

Ava took another plate from the orderly arranged pile of dirty dishes, the afternoon sun breaking off the polished, already clean glasses on the other side of the sink. Olivia doubted there was a single bacteria left on them. With close attention she watched Ava clean the plate, as she had done for the past fifteen minutes, the reports on the table before her long forgotten. A longing overcame her at the sight, a ridiculous one, one she tried to press back down into the back of her mind. “You’re staring,” Ava remarked, glancing up at her and startling Liv out of her thoughts. “Why?” A little embarrassed she lifted her head from where she had rested it on her palm. “Nothing, I just…” For a moment she contemplated telling her she wasn’t watching her, merely staring off into the distance, but ultimately decided against it. “I like watching you do this.”

Ava frowned and paused in her task to look at her again, suspicion in her voice. “Washing dishes, with my arms up to the elbows in dirty dishwater?” “Doing mundane things,” she retorted with a chuckle, sliding off the kitchen chair to make her way over and lean against the counter beside her. “Like household chores.” “Why?” she asked again, hands still frozen mid-air with a half cleaned plate and a sponge dripping with soap in them, seemingly getting more and more confused. “They’re merely necessary tasks, tasks everyone does, what’s so interesting about me doing them?” “I suppose it’s just not what you would expect from an ancient mythical being, that’s all,” she replied with a grin, only earning a sigh from Ava as she stared at her for a split second longer before resigning to her task. “Alright, let me help you,” Liv proposed as a peace offering, pushing herself off the counter and reaching for a dirty bowl. Ava stopped her before she could lift it up. “Not that one. There’s a system, an order - that one’s last.” “I see,” She pressed her lips together, biting back a chuckle. Of course there was. “You could dry them off,” she suggested instead, pointing with her chin towards one of the tea towels as her hands were still submerged in the sink. “Sure,” Liv grabbed the towel, starting to wipe water off a plate and, without noticing, returned to watching Ava. This time from an even better point of view, a nearer ankle that allowed her to study her face more closely - there was no scowl, no frown, her lineaments so relaxed she half expected her to be humming a tune or something. “You seem peaceful while doing this,” she said after a while, breaking the comfortable quiet which had settled between them. A more honest answer to her earlier question. “I like seeing you at peace,” she added a bit quieter, she wished she was more at peace around her, not rigid and constantly on guard. Halting in her chore again Ava cast another glance at her, not intending to meet her gaze, to hold it, but doing so anyway, always doing so anyway. There was surprise written in her eyes and the hint of something else, something she could not quite figure out as moments later it was gone, the tension in her shoulders returning, the guard back on. Clearing her throat she went back to scrubbing a particularly persistent red stain without further comment, her scrubbing a bit more forceful than before. Chastising herself for bringing it up Olivia returned to her task of drying the plates as well. It had only been half the truth. The other half was that she liked to imagine what it would be like to watch her wash the dishes in their sink, what it would be like to fold laundry together, to buy groceries, cook and set the table. What it would be like to have the privilege of seeing her at peace on a quiet sunday morning, making their bed and dusting off a shelf. Somehow she made the most boring, mundane tasks look like the most exciting thing she could imagine spending her time with. Washing the dishes suddenly seemed like the most romantic thing she could think of. Shit, that woman was merely cleaning ketchup stains off some plates and she started playing house in her head. She really had to get a grip on herself. “You should get going before it gets dark, detective. I can put this back on my own.” Ava said as she put the cleaned bowl that was last in order aside, directing her attention to the clock and pulling her out of her thoughts. It was later than she had thought, the sun probably already beginning to set, but she didn’t want to leave, not yet. “What afraid the bogeyman will snatch me?” Ava ignored her remark. “The way is harder to navigate in the dark,” “I’m sure I’ll manage, I know these woods like the back of my hand, you know.” “Olivia,” she muttered frustrated. And while her name was spoken as a reprimand in the way a teacher would, it was lengths better than ‘detective’. “I don’t like-” She paused, sighing in surrender and then pressing the words out as if she had to physically strain herself against admitting it. “I

don’t like the thought of you driving alone through the dark woods - especially not with everything going on.” Yes, there was the something she was prodding her for, admittedly a small confession, but a small win is still a win. One she immediately managed to destroy again. "It's my job to make sure you're safe, isn't it?" However, maybe if she pressed a little more… “If you’re so concerned for me, why not bring me home?” she asked, voice quiet and low as she slid closer on the counter, using her own words against her as no answer came. “It's your job to make sure I'm safe, isn't it?” “I don’t think that will be necessary,” she stated nonchalantly. “As you said, you’ll manage.” An unsuccessful attempt. And though there was a slight edge to Avas voice that betrayed her, she didn’t think she’d get anything more out of her. Olivia finally relented. “Fine” She gathered her reports and wished Ava a good night - merely getting a noncommittal nod and a ‘detective’ in return - before making her way home, to wash her own dishes, alone.

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