H I A T U S

she doesn’t like this whole idea.  sitting on some couch ,   talking  about what happened to her.   the entire ordeal seemed too unreal.  who could believe the bad luck that had befallen her ?     arms wrap awkwardly around her own frame , fingers fumbling , as though she’s looking for the winchester rifle she’s so used to carrying over her shoulder.  it was a safety blanket of sorts , the only thing separating her from death on more than one occasion.   the clothes she’s wearing are clean and pressed , but they scratch against her skin , feel far too stiff. she picks at the seam of her shirt , perched awkwardly on the edge of the therapist’s couch , eyes fixed on the pristine carpeting , shoulders hunched in an attempt to appear smaller.     ❛    what am i supposed to say  ?  ❜    she asks softly.  @certiorarias

        fingers dust over the clean , empty page of the notepad laid open upon her lap , watching the woman before her with an easy smile upon rouged lips ; those initial meetings were never the easiest , always stilted with trust ungained between her && the person opposite her . there is a pause , && bedelia presses her pen to the first line , preparing to begin the transcript .      ‘ --- anything that you think NEEDS to be said , this is for your benefit .  you could tell me ... how you’re feeling in this moment ? what you hope to gain from these sessions , perhaps ? ‘      lithe frame shifts in her seat , head tilting . she understands why people disliked the idea of sharing innermost thoughts , of allowing somebody to analyze them , but still she tries once more .        ‘ nothing is trivial . ‘

    in all honestly ,  it’s not like she’d expected delia to still be awake.   not when night had fallen around her house , and dinner had gone cold.   it’d taken far longer to get rid of clay than anticipated , he seemingly only cared to pay attention to her when she had other plans. or more specifically , when delia was waiting for her. she moves towards the sofa , lips pursed in disapproval.      ❛   ——     am not.   ❜    she mumbles playfully ,   bending at the waist to press her lips against the woman’s forehead gently , smoothing back blonde locks before she rises once more.    purse is unceremoniously dropped on the floor , and gemma finds a spot upon the sofa beside the other woman.    ❛   i came as soon as i was able.  ❜

               she hums her approval with eyes closing as lips touch her forehead , she’s quiet as gemma situates herself , head dropping into her partners knee with hand resting upon her thigh .          ‘ --- your husband is CUTTING into the time i get to spend with you . ‘           a huff ,  && she rolls over onto her back , peering up at gemma with lips twitching into a grin .      ‘ am i going to have to fight him for you ? ‘          a pause , && she raises a hand to brush dark locks from the womans face before shifting herself closer .         ‘ i missed you . ‘

tegan lark voice: i mean, i’ve suggested eating it, but you’re against cannibalism and i don’t feel like adding breaking and entering and burglary to what would be an incredibly long record, so.

feel free to have another go at that hun

tegan lark voice: i said do it, but i didn’t say i was gonna help you