Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Weakness
Jun 17, 2017 1:06:49 GMT -5
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Post by Jewel on Jun 17, 2017 1:06:49 GMT -5
(( Ventia)) Gravel crunch slowly, as if the car could feel what she felt. Sorrow. Exhaustion. A dash of anger. For what seemed like the millionth time, her eyes pricked with the threat of tears. She had to purse her mouth to keep her bottom lip from quivering. Throughout her shift, it had been like this. And each time, it got more difficult to keep her feelings hidden. Brooklyn was glad to be home. Gyro was a comfort. Killian would be, too, and would understand that even though something was bothering her, she wouldn't say what it was until she was ready. As soon as she closed her car door, Gyro started to bark. She smiled softly – the first smile since the asked – as her feet moved automatically toward the house. In one hand, she had her police cap; the other, her keys to open the house. It was habit, one that she couldn't break even after Killian moved in permanently. Nine times out of 10 he's already opening the door. Sure enough, the door opened wide, her fiancé standing at the threshold as Gyro went out to greet her just off the steps. "Com'ere, buddy," she murmured, placing her hat haphazardly on her head before bending down to pick the fat basset hound up. "I hope you didn't give Killian too much trouble while I'm gone." Those three steps were a blur, and Gyro had been placed gently on the ground before she wrapped her arms around Killian's middle. With her utility belt still strapped to her, and her cap still on her head, she pressed her nose into the spot where his shoulder and neck met. Only then did she allow herself the tears that wanted out.
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Post by Ventia on Jun 26, 2017 23:26:56 GMT -5
Killian would be a liar if he said he liked Brooklyn's choice of career. How could any boyfriend or fiance or lover like the fact that the love of their life was constantly putting themselves in harms way. But Killian knew just how much her work meant to her so he made sure to keep his lips shut-to be of any use to her in most cases-and to always (as best as he could) be standing on their threshold at exactly ten o'clock to welcome her home.
"Hmm," He breathed her in, encircling her with his embrace and squeezing her tightly into him, his nose pressed just below her nape. He pressed a kiss to her nape and stroked her back up and down, slowly, gently, until he could feel the shakes begin to lessen.
"Welcome home, pet." He whispered into her ear, gently taking her cap off of her head, placing it loosely on his, and continuing with the onslaught to her hair. He gently picked out the bobby-pins and placed them in his back pocket and began to ease out the ponytail until her hair started to undo. Slipping the ponytail on his wrist, Killan massaged his fingers into her hair, still holding her gently to his chest, until he was softly humming under his breath while massaging her temple and hair.
He pressed another kiss to her temple and gently cupped her left cheek without making her look up at him. He didnt say anything, just brushed her tears away with his thumb and played with her hair, with his lips still pressed to her temple.
"You're home now, I love you."
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jul 1, 2017 0:25:26 GMT -5
Brooklyn wasn't much of a cryer. Well, she said that. And until Killian "Cole" Constantine, she hadn't been. Honestly, she's cried in front of him more times than she's cried in front of anyone in her whole family. Including her father's rather large one in Hawaii and her mother's equally gigantic one in Mexico. But she had reason to. Every time. Some reasons were bigger than others. This one trumped them all.
It was her niece.
She let his fingers work their magic, searching successfully for the pins and the hair tie that kept her hair up, easing the aches on her scalp that she didn't know she had until after they massaged it. Journeying up and down her back, undettered by the jerking of her body as she sobbed quietly into his neck.
It felt like hours, but it was only ten minutes at most when she finished crying. When she took one more large inhale before letting it out slowly. "I love you, too," she whispered hoarsely, reluctantly pulling away. Her hands went from around his torso to his waist exerting just enough pressure to tell him without speaking that she wanted to go inside. His lips, which were as warm as the fur on her other form, caused her temple to feel cold at their absence. The policewoman wanted the warmth back, because it made her feel alive, telling her that she was still whole when - in all actuality - Elisa took a part of Brookyn with her.
"There was an accident this morning," she started once the door closed and Gyro moved to his bed in the corner of the living room. "It was horrible. There was a fatality. D-O-A. It was Miguel's daughter. His youngest." She paused, her bottom lip trembling a bit and shaking her head. "Her mother had been driving. Miguel's ex-wife. She was screaming her name ... I had to call Miguel. Had to tell him the news."
While she told her mate this, the images replayed vividly within her mind. Elisa's slack face, her unseeing brown eyes staring off into space just before the white sheet was pulled over her face. The little tennis shoes with the My Little Ponies. She took her top lip between her teeth, mechanically unhooking her utility belt from her body to lay on the couch. "The last time Miguel saw Elisa was two weeks ago. This weekend was his visitation with her and her brother and sister. God." Her eyes found Killian's russet gaze just before it blurred with more tears. Then she closed them, shaking her head slightly. "She was only ten."
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