venxmedina:
somehow, everything felt crisper in chicago, or perhaps it was simply the openness of the malnati. whatever it was, coming home felt like a breath of fresh air, and after the few months venice had spent in new york? well, she really, truly, desperately needed it. so as the familiar doorman held the entrance open for her, she tugged the faux fur coat off of her shoulders and peeled the designer pair of sunnies from the bridge of her nose. “oh to be back here again,” she murmured, affectionately tapping the front desk and shooting the person manning it a wink. settling the luggage, one piece of many, at her feet as she checked in quickly, she caught a glimpse of the figure walking towards her and she greeted them with one of her signature smirks. “i know, i know - aren’t i a sight for sore eyes?” she asked, flipping a few raven locks over her shoulder; she was teasing, sure, but this was also just the level that she operated on every day.
Arizona wasn’t sure they were seeing things correctly. Dark hair, tanned skin, and a wardrobe that personified elegance were all signature traits of one Venice Medina, but she was in New York last time they’d heard. Surely, this couldn’t be her. Yet, as they got closer to at least settle any suspicions on the identity of this woman, they were taken by surprise by the recognizable smirk that lined the lower half of her face. “Ven!” they gasped, legs moving before they could even register why. Within moments, they’d completely closed the distance between the two of them. Their arms had wrapped around her, lifting the smaller woman up into their deep embrace as they breathed in the familiar scent of home. “I’m so glad you’re back.” The words came out like a plea, their emotions running high and threatening to spill out.












