#𝟓𝟔𝟔𝟖𝟔

it's a reminder that : ⁽ㅤ𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦ㅤ⁾ that you have ㅤ...ㅤ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗㅤ!!

[burqess]

i never minded being on my own. then something broke in me - and i wanted to go home.

ind. private ( friends prioritizing ) kimberly burgess ... from nbc's one chicago franchise ... written by : ida. twenty+6.

kim is a cop ... therefor i will refrain from following first unless i am familiar with you ... or you write police muses yourself. minors + non mutuals / non rp blogs do not interact.

nav: carrd. memes. multi. kelly. affiliated with: @x59054 + @oncalls + @empitthy.

[burqess]

i’ll probably be moving miss kimberly to the multi 🤍 i’ll make the move this week!

[tylerlockwood]

“ thanks for coming. ” “ you said it was urgent, so… ”

[burqess]

↳ prompt, accepting: an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone. ( @x59054 ) as : adam ruzek.

+ adam ruzek. kim was in intelligence now. THE BIG LEAGUES. but it felt like no one was happy she was there, besides maybe erin. she was a good friend. even olinsky was being a challenge. she assumes it's to make her a better cop - he wouldn't be mean just for fun. but that wasn't what had bothered her most. not what hurt and haunted her mind, AND EVERY DAMN MOMENT, awake or asleep. adam was gone. he'd taken an undercover job - like, deep undercover. she'd gone to his apartment, used her key to get inside. (the key he never asked for back) and everything was gone, no sign of the man who robbed her from her heart and never bothered to return it. no: 'hey kim, i'll be going on a job - but i'll be okay' - no. he was just gone. THERE WAS NO TRACE OF THE LIFE THEY LIVED TOGETHER. the toothbrush she left behind? that had been packed too. well, packed or erased. she wasn't so sure anymore. she had asked sergeant platt - who might've been some weird mix of mother and best friend in one - who also denied her information. she knew, and hadn't told her. and then she had the audacity to tell her she could choose: " what do you want to be? a cop or a mother hen? " the choice was easy right? a cop, a cop, a cop. but that's not what her mind yells.

it takes weeks. too many. and then she's walking up the hallway to her little apartment. it was too small, too little to withhold all the heartache she brought with her - but she'd gotten so good at leaving it at home. stuff it all in. LOCK THE DOOR AND DON'T LOOK BACK. but she doesn't make it inside her apartment before her heart starts to throb, and it's hard to breathe. her home was waiting outside, not to be confused with the apartment. the apartment was a shell for her things and a place she tossed and turned herself to sleep - her home, however.. adam ruzek. the one and only. he looked like he'd gotten older while he was away, the scruff was scruffier. like he didn't bother to shave before he came here - and if she knows him right? HE HADN'T. but they were alone now ... for the first time since everything had gone down, since she found a picture of the two of them in his old desk. and when she walks towards him, she doesn't think. kim also don't know who kisses who first, all she knows is that her fingers are in his hair, tugging and pulling for him to come closer. TO CRAWL INTO HIM. lips and tongues meet and mix, and it feels like coming home. like she'd been homesick and alone for so long.

[harmfuls]

「     @burqess       as       kim       burgess       says    」  :    WHY   ARE   YOU   AVOIDING   ME   ?

remember    ,     here    is    a    warrior    .           under    flesh    -    thick    ,     blood    -    warm    ,     it    screams    to    surface    .         but    instead    all    you    do    is    suppress    emotion    ,     conceal    wounds    .      a    stranger    appears    in    the    mirror    ,     staring    back    like    a    hollow    void    .         sometimes    ,     you    can't    accept    that    the    reflection    is    you    :         he    who    lost    his    family    ,     he    who    is    in    the    battle    of    his    life    with    the    police    force    .      dirty    cops    don't    succumb    quietly    ,     they    need    to    be    exposed    . 

‘    think    i    could    avoid    you    ?      just    workin'    the    case    .    ’      a    lie    .         it    hangs    on    his    lips    like    a    guilty    conscience    ,     like    a    tainted    prayer    .         the    truth    is    ,     he's    been    evading    his    entire    unit    .         a    battle    he    faces    alone    with    a    corrupt    department    .      an    anguish    that    pierces    his    heart    a    little    deeper    everyday    ,     with    loss    bone    -    deep    .         family    ,     girlfriend    .      ‘    last    known    address    was    in    lincoln    park    .      pretty    upscale    ,     could    explain    why    draxler    was    targeted    .    ’

[burqess]

+ kevin atwater. kim tilts her head. wondering if he genuinely thinks she doesn't see straight through his lie; LIKE ALL THE YEARS OF BEING BEST FRIENDS ... didn't mean that kim could detect his lies even from a distance. and there was distance between them, something she hates. which was why she called him out, why she'd keep pushing for an answer. HE WAS AVOIDING HER, maybe everyone else too - but kim could accept that. she could see a hundred reasons why kevin would duck his head, cower and hide from others. but this was her - and they were more than that. THEY DIDN'T HIDE FROM EACH OTHER.

" oh no - i don't think you can avoid me, but you sure like to try these days, sir. fess up. tell me what's going on. " kim was all about their work too, well, she was all about their family first. the unit was her family - mack was her family. but kevin was included in that, and she wasn't about to let her family be hurting on their own. THAT WASN'T WHAT REAL FAMILY DID; her biological family did that plenty. (hurt, and hurt, and hurt) without end. without talking about it. maybe it was the therapist she'd been seeing. THE VERDICT? : ptsd. it made sense, but it had still come as a shock to her core, like she needed another thing to fight for. but she would. and kevin? she would always fight for him. " you are my BEST FRIEND, kev. in the whole world, so tell me what's going on - or i'll bring out my secret weapon, and you don't want me to do that. " raising her brow at him in warning, but also in a: TRY ME, manner.

[notmorbid]

deadly animals.

dialogue prompts from deadly animals by marie tierney.

you smell of winter.

talking to you always makes me feel better.

it helps that i really like looking at you.

people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

don't flood us crying. i'm shit at swimming.

i'm always nice.

i hate when ____ looks at you like that.

who can we tell, if we can't tell ____?

does it make me a bad person to be glad ____ is gone?

i understand loyalty, but i understand self-preservation more.

you aren't a fan of children?

the exception to the rule is not the rule.

i'm just happy to look at you.

sometimes the apple falls miles from the tree.

_____ won't notice i'm gone.

i don't want to make you uncomfortable.

the male gaze carries weight. it can be felt everywhere it bounces and lingers.

i'm alright. have to be, don't i?

why are you being nice? people aren't nice, usually.

'nice' is not a word i would use to describe ____.

you don't seem surprised.

cruel shit happens everywhere.

good pups become bad dogs, if you're cruel to them.

this is too big for us.

don't send me back to bed without a cuddle.

doing good is very different from doing right.

it would be so easy to like you, but i don't want to.

you can't unsee what you see.

how do you know so much about ____?

you're older than you look on tv.

you're not alone. remember that.

i think i'll always miss it, in my way.

it's always shit that hits the fan, never chocolate.

how did you get those scars, if you don't mind me asking?

good manners are my weakness.

i come here to think.

does it still hurt?

how'd you get that bruise?

secrets are bad for children. they know how to keep them.

when we understand too much, we start making excuses.

human evil has nothing to do with satan and sinning.

i know you love me, in your way.

i have to be careful. i'm prone to jumping to conclusions.

it's hard to see the worst in someone who always shows you their best.

comfortably numb. like my favorite song.

i did so many things wrong, thinking i was doing right.

you want to blame me. you can, if you want.

you take whatever lessons you can learn from horror, and you move forward. there is no choice.

past trauma is like a predator: it waits until you're your most vulnerable, or your most happy, and then it pounces.

the reason why bad men do bad things is because they want to.

[burqess]

↳ prompt, accepting: "they tried to warn him about her." ( @halztead ) as : jay halstead.

they were having a night out, a little date night at molly's. this is the time of night where they'd both had maybe one beer too much, and were now people watching. JAY HAD HIS SIGHTS ON A MAN AND A WOMAN, the prior one looking like he was in deep shit. "hey - why are you blaming the woman? maybe he deserves this shit. i bet he cheated on her." kim muses in return, ready to defend the woman who - looks ready for revenge. LITTLE BLACK DRESS, KILLER HEELS. he truly looks like he was in deep waters with this one.

"do you think they're gonna call us when they find his body?" kim snorts into the palm of her hand when she tries to be sneaky. they really weren't supposed to do this, but it was a tuesday night - and kimberly burgess was tipsy. which would later be jay's problem when he tries to make her leave molly's before she's ready to. so right now, she leans back against him, comfortable and warm. a little bit sleepy, but she's not going to admit that. "WHO DO YOU THINK WARNED HIM? his mother?" a gasp. "her mother?"

[burqess]

holiday themed starter ... feat. @halztead ( jay halstead )

it was their first christmas as parents - SOMETHING SO MAGICAL. they had little georgie in their arms, and a little one on the way. a wide smile on her face as she walks around with baby georgie in her arms - cooing at her as they look at the lights on the tree, something their little girl loved so much. they were letting jay sleep in today, so kim got up - fed their little girl and now they were watching the christmas lights twinkle. her little babbles and giggles, it made kim feel so whole. whole and happy, so in love with their little girl. "can you say - christmas?" she coos at their baby, who definitely could not say christmas. she was a big fan of the word dada though.

in the middle of the girls' babbling, HER HUSBAND WAKES UP AND JOINS THEM. she smiles widely, waving georgie's hand at him. "hi dada!" kim coos with a smile, then blows a raspberry onto g's cheek. "good morning, babe. hope you slept okay?" she wasn't sure how long it had been since they left bed, but she knew that jay might've not gotten as much sleep without the two of them there. "merry christmas." kim whispers as she stands up to steal a kiss. it was christmas eve, the plan was to stay in - the three of them, no work, no distractions. just georgina's first christmas. although, kim suspects alvin and trudy might come by - it was first grandkid's first christmas. SHE KNOWS THEM TOO WELL.

[notmorbid]

briefly, a delicious life.

dialogue prompts from briefly, a delicious life by nell stevens.

you don't even know what 'permanent' means.

how can i persuade you to stay?

you can ask me anything you want.

i'm not scared. i've never been scared in my life.

why are you being sweet? what do you want?

i remember you telling me about this place.

i'm fine. i can take care of myself.

we're friends now, aren't we?

i'm probably not going to become a _____.

who are you, really?

i've never seen anyone like you.

nobody has ever been so much like themselves as you are.

life and death are made of the same stuff.

life is very little, and death is very large.

shall we go back to bed?

you never looked away from me.

i'm dreaming. i must be dreaming.

some things there are no names for.

i don't have the patience to wait to be a widow.

being worried about someone makes you angry with them, after a while.

it would not be true to say i have friends, exactly.

your days are numbered, you weak-hearted bastard.

what's different with you?

do you want me to talk to you about sex?

my little black cloud.

i missed all the warning signs.

did you have the last word?

i know how to care for my own child.

what sort of _____ are you?

sometimes, the opposite of cowardice is playfulness.

i don't understand why i am here alone.

i am resolutely refusing to worry.

this could be the best day of my life.

i can't tell you the word. it's too wicked.

whatever you want to do is the right thing.

i'll tell you everything you want to know.

please don't let me die.

i was sure you had died.

you are not unlike a wet blanket.

why are you doing this if you're so scared?

you look like a vision.

if i think about it, there'll be no unthinking it.

i imagine heaven involves a lot of good seafood.

never anticipate. never hope. just be.

you're the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me.

if i believed in hell, it would be a place where nothing happened.

i can't believe in anything eternal.

you have no grace.

you should be careful. people might talk.

i don't remember what it felt like to care.

i want to give people something to talk about.

we could play dead. just for a little while.

you're the only one who really means what you say.

the only hope is to keep going.

you have so much life left to get through.

don't you want to stay here forever?

are you going to eat that _____?

i want my mother.

where did you go? what did you do?

[crimenalist]

There is no easy way to tell your friend that her husband’s fingerprints just came back a match in an active homicide investigation. In fact, there’s a very specific procedure in place to prevent this exact call from happening at all. But Calleigh knew better. In turn, there was a streamline of channels to trigger: Notify Horatio, voice the conflict, and wait until he gives the all-clear. Which he had, which then lead to this warranted call. Because Calleigh could. Because she had to. Because it was Kim.

Figure leaned gently against the sterile wall outside the lab. The hum of the hallway was quiet, clinical. Her lower lip caught between her teeth: A tell that only those who knew her best could read. A tell of when she's about to say things she doesn't know how to say. She went over the facts again, like she was trained to do. The firearm was recovered at exactly 7:42 a.m. Chain of custody passed from CSI Ryan Wolfe to her, logged and secured in an evidence box, with no indication of contamination. She processed the weapon herself, lifted a clear latent print from the slide, and sent it through AFIS just hours ago. The result was clean. Confirmed. Indisputable. Horatio's voice echoed in her mind. “Talk to her, Calleigh. You know what to do.” Because she did. Because Calleigh Duquesne has never compromised a case, not even when her own father stood across from her behind a glass wall.

So here she was. Phone in her hand. Kim’s voice quiet on the other end. She took a breath before speaking, then said softly, “Thanks for picking up.” There’s never an easy way to do this. She knows far too well. “There’s something you need to know. This morning, I processed a gun recovered from a homicide scene. I lifted a print, and the match came back through AFIS.” Here it was, the space between truth and fallout. “It was Adam’s.” No accusation, just the weight of her science handled with surgical care. Her hand lifted then, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear as her voice softened. “I couldn’t sit on this and let you hear it from someone else. I want you to know what’s coming. And that I’m handling it exactly the way I’d handle any case.” And she did, she always did. Integrity is the spine of everything she stood for. But her empathy and her science rose hand in hand, they walked the same path. Otherwise, she wouldn't recognize herself. She felt that empathy press against the discipline of her training, the quiet ache of wanting to believe something that protocol would never let her say aloud. Instead, she asked the only question she could ask.

“Can you tell me if Adam’s been in Miami recently? Or if he’s owned or handled a weapon that could’ve ended up here?” What she wanted to say: I know he didn’t do this. She didn’t. Because there was still evidence to examine. Still questions to ask. Still procedure to uphold. She swallowed the rest, then added gently: “The department will be reaching out to Chicago PD, and request Adam come in for questioning. I think it’d be best if you fly in with him, Kim.”

[burqess]

THANKS FOR PICKING UP. those words bring the tiniest of smiles onto kim's lips - she would always pick up. but she doesn't say anything quite yet, not when she hears the somber tone in calleigh's voice. the tone that tells her something is wrong. something is so very wrong that she called her in the middle of the morning, so she swallows her words, the gratitude. she isn't sure she can allow herself to breathe yet. so she listens at first, listens and awaits the news that might alter her life once again. a life she was finally building up the way it was supposed to be. a steady foundation; her husband, their daughter, a house, the new detective spot in intelligence.

they lifted a print of a gun - IN MIAMI. kim knows for sure that adam hadn't been there since the last time they visited calleigh and her girl, letting both girls play together. an instant rush of relief washes over her - but it's never simple like that. kim might know, and so might calleigh, but they needed the proof to speak against the evidence. someone had been killed last night, and someone was trying to pin it on adam.

a few tears roll down her cheeks; kim sucks in a deep breath. she couldn't be scared about this, not yet. not out loud. she was a mother first, then a wife - THEN A COP, and then ... somewhat of a person who was just trying to work through years of trauma on the job. they'd gone through worse than this, right? and they were all okay.

"we'll be on the first flight," kim nods. they didn't need to wait for CPD to send them. they had nothing to hide, adam has nothing to hide. kim knows he's innocent, and she realizes that she hasn't spoken those words yet. "adam hasn't been in miami, or anywhere near. not since we visited you, as for guns.. we're cops. we get in touch with things all the time. you know how it is - cal, adam didn't do this. he's been here with me - with makayla." but it feels almost like a crime in itself to speak their daughter's name now. SHE'D BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH IN HER SHORT LIFE; kim and adam had made promises. a better life for their girl. for the two of them too. this wasn't supposed to happen.

[allindigo-arch1]

@x59686. you knew & you didn’t tell me ?

after she gave birth to her daughter, after getting her divorce finalized, after moving, she really is trying to just . . . she tried. being better with the people around her. showing she cared, it didn't come easy to her. her mother made sure of that when she was younger. but she never tried to be a cruel person. she never went out of her way to be awful. she just struggled showing affection. showing a more vulnerable, softer side. so shoulders sink a little when watching the other, arms curl around the medical board, keeping it tucked to her chest. " no, i couldn't tell you, " she couldn't break her oath, she couldn't break doctor patient confidentiality. wouldn't do that for anyone. it's a reason it's there, and she knows deep down, kim knows that too.

[burqess]

KIM WAS UPSET. not thinking rationally. she knows why winter didn't tell her - maybe she wasn't even adam's next of kin anymore, his emergency contact. (but she was; that was why she was called here) and it was complicated, alright? they weren't engaged anymore, they never made the walk down the alter. there was just - a lot of unspoken promises. too much to waste away from adam being shot on duty. they had so much to do still, so much to be for each other. IT COULDN'T JUST END LIKE THIS. somehow she'd thought, you know? that someone at the hospital would call her immediately when they knew it was adam. that they would tell her every single thing that had happened - but all she could ever get out of anyone was: he's in surgery. they're still working on him. didn't they see? how kim had mirroring injuries to his? that she was bleeding out in the middle of the hospital waiting room. "but winter, HE'S MY ... ADAM." + @allindigo.

[stilloves-arc1]

kimberly burgess, My muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour.

watching anna and lilly run around on the soccer field, she was happy their kids were out and about. active and loving the same sport she did, lilly even scored a goal earlier. she is however, a little less happy about the weather. after playing soccer herself for so many years, one would think she was a little better about it. or at least knew how to dress herself, and not just the kids before going to a game. but her raincoat was hanging in the dry hallway at home, and an umbrella . . . did they even own one ? if they didn't, they should definitely get one. or two. there is a small sound as hand curl around her biceps, pulling her and suddenly the rain isn't hitting her anymore. a little bit of relief, looking over at kim, and she really can't help the kinda sheepish smile. maybe she didn't know her in college, or generally earlier in life, but even as a mom she never really got everything worked out. she didn't have all her ducks in a row. they were kinda scattered, all over the place and without direction. " thanks, " it's a low murmur, shoulder lightly bump against hers before eyes drift back to the kids on the field. " i didn't think it was gonna get this bad today. hopefully they won't be coming down with a cold after the match, "

@x59686

[burqess]

kim knew all about scattered ducks. HER AND ADAM NEVER HAD MORE THAN THREE IN A ROW - and the ones that they did? were adam, kim and makayla. they always knew where each other were - were good at doing check-ins with each other. but besides that? completely messy. however, kim did have an umbrella in the back of her car - it's an old one, but it does the job - a job it now helps jackie out with too. JACKIE WAS A REAL SOCCER MOM, and makayla loves playing with the woman's twins. they were the whole reason why mack and kim were here - green grass under their shoes and boots, being rained upon. a trying it out lesson, just to see if mack actually liked the sport - not just the girls she was playing with. how mack ended up joining them at an actual match was beyond kim's knowledge, and while she shivers in her little CPD hoodie? her girl is shinning out there, chasing the football like her life depends on it. "oh yeah - praying for no colds - but they look like they're really enjoying themselves. mason couldn't come?" + @stilloves.

[deptaid-arch1]

it's not that she doesn't love spending time with kim, but she'd rather not do it here in the ER. especially not, with her as a patient. seen her through enough, and she would love to never see her here again. even if that's probably being a little too optimistic. she's a cop, kind of a full time badass, but even then, you take some hits. she is only human after all. there's a slow exhale as she glance up at her, hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips. " oh, that much faith, hmm ? " voice is a little teasing as she take the syringe from the nurse and start numbing the area after it's all cleaned up. there's a small snort, a shake of her head. she had seen kim's " cooking " and it really wasn't pretty. tried to teach her, but honestly ? deemed her not fit for the kitchen.

" you should just seal off your kitchen at this point, " or only keep it stocked with bowls, spoons, cereal and milk. neither sounds like they are doing too good in it. it sounds nice tho. the whole idea of having people over, making dinner, it's something she used to love. and it's nice still, but every time they gather like that, it's like a sucker punch to the gut. it's so clear, seeing those who are missing. sitting back a little to let the medication do what it's supposed to, there's a small glance up at kim. " i'll have to see when i get off. i could text you ? "

[burqess]

KIM'S COOKING HAD BEEN DESCRIBED AS : a crime. by multiple people, which was pretty damn rude if you ask her. but also not all together wrong. her mother didn't teach her how to cook, and then she'd been a flight attendant in her start twenties. didn't need to cook then. but things changed - dreams came along; dreams that looked like messy plates in the kitchen, dreams that sound like children laughing over dinner with their parents. so kim was cooking, and she was going to figure it out. she was smart and capable - how hard could it be? and she wasn't alone in it, she had adam ruzek by her side. a thing she'd realized a little too late that she'd always had.

"we'd love to have you - or i can come to you? - if you prefer an adam-less night? just us girls?" but then she laughs at the doctor's audacity. YOU SHOULD JUST SEAL OFF YOUR KITCHEN AT THIS POINT. "damn, lex. that's ruthless." but kim doesn't begin to explain in the loud ED why that isn't an option. she couldn't raise her future on empty takeout boxes. she wanted something whole - something full and right. "i'll get there - eventually ... OR MAYBE ADAM WILL. he's good at anything he wants to be good at." + @deptaid.

[burqess]

i'm here and abt to make it my drafts problem hehe <3 i think ... until i've moved and settled in (during october) the blogs will all be slow activity, and i'll just post whatever i write whenever i write it

[halztead-gone]

as distance was finally broken , he let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding back : arms circled around kim's waist without thinking , as she fit against jay like a puzzle piece HE HAD BEEN MISSING longer than he cared to admit . the buzz in his head ― the endless traffic of cases , reports , mistakes the detective couldn't stop replaying . it all quieted under her weight : & every small touch came to remind him that he was in the now , in their shared space , not out there in the noise . ❛ you really didn't know you were dating a jason this whole time ? this is the very first thing you should find out about someone you date , babe . ❜ voice was now amused as he relaxed against the couch ― no longer in danger or looking out for a trap .

THE WORLD FELL QUIET once more as her lips met his , & impossible it was not to melt into it ― into her . smile was clear against traces , followed by a chuckle as kim slumps against his frame . ❛ maybe your detective skills are starting to pick up . ❜

smile remained amidst his tones , jay feeling himself breathe deeper , slower ― easier like he was allowed to finally let his guard down : stop being DETECTIVE JAY HALSTEAD & just be the guy on the couch , tired after a long day and totally wrecked by this woman who made his life better . ❛ no . my other secret is that i'm actually an 80 - year - old accountant who's addicted to sudoku . i can't believe you didn't notice this either . ❜ a sigh fell under his breath in reaction to the kiss placed against his forehead , & jay just allowed the words settle over him , warm and unshakable . ❛ would you even if i change my name to greg ? or blade . ❜ another smile . ❛ and i love you too , kim . a lot . ❜

[burqess]

kim was biased. JAY HALSTEAD WAS HER FAVORITE. end of sentence, he was her favorite everything. whether he's a jason or not, so she nuzzles against him. a soft, lighthearted chuckle escapes her lungs when he calls her out again. "or maybe ... it's the first thing you tell someone when you start dating, babe. did you ever consider that?" the fact that she hadn't looked him up was just her trusting him, which she did. she does. she trusts him with her life, her past, her future.

THE WAY HE EASES INTO HER, was outright addictive. she knows what kinds of horrors he sees on the job; knows how the mind is so busy - and so tired, after a day of work. so she slumps back into him, head on his shoulder, but once his arms wrap around her? she takes the chance and climbs into his lap. being held by her favorite person in the world could heal the soul, and hers only ever truly rested in the arms of this man. "mhm, my detective skills tell me that you're being extra cheeky -" a small pause, another sweet little kiss that brush his jawline and his scruff. "was it a rough day?" then she nuzzles her nose against his skin, giving and needing touch.

but when he speaks now? it's kim's turn to laugh, and so she does. one of those laughs you feel echo in your stomach long after it's done. maybe someone would've pushed his shoulder playfully now - but acts like that wasn't playful for someone who's mind was at war at all time, so instead she buries her head in his neck while laughing and pressing kisses onto the skin there. "REMIND ME NOT TO LET YOU NAME OUR KIDS," kim laughs - not realizing what she'd said until the words were spoken. they hadn't talked a lot about that, kids, marriage and stuff. sometimes they'd talk about moving in together - she was there all the time anyway. BUT KIDS WERE A BIG DEAL, to kim too. it was something she wanted, an ache in her body, in her heart. the need to be somebody to someone. to give what she doesn't have. sure, her parents are alive and well, but not present. biting her lip as a nervous tell when she pulls back and looks to him, trying to joke to make it less serious. "an eighty year old accountant - wouldn't call his child blade. but maybe greg - LIKE MOUSE?"

[burqess]

i don’t think a lot of people know this about me (lie) but mom kim is so important to me

[reversn]