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ALEXA DEMIE as Maddy Perez in EUPHORIA | This Little Piggy
TRACKER 3.01 The Process JENSEN ACKLES as RUSSELL SHAW
there were few, very few, men who made her rethink her own actions. not that she had done anything to be ashamed of, but the man on the other side of the door? sure, she had been a pain in the ass, his ass, at times but it couldn't have been that bad since they had sparked a friendship and something more subtle under the surface. it was that tension that made her rethink opening the door. topher had some nerve to be coming to her office after everything. audacity was never something he seemed short of though. letting out a quick breath, she opened the door. with anyone else, eva would've at least bothered to place a smile on her face. he didn't deserve that benefit. a man whose name she should've forgotten, whose face she should've erased, who still made the nerves in her body confused. "oh, you are alive, still. wonderful." her tone was dry. eva tightened her grip on the door, tempted to shut it on his face. knowing it would give her a small satisfaction, but wouldn't get rid of her irritation. but maybe that was enough for now. her gaze scanned his figure, stopping at the items in his hands. damn it. eva took a step back, turning away from him. six months. six whole months and he thought he could simply walk back into her life. maybe everything she felt between them had only been on her side. but she wasn't that naive. "you... you have a lot of nerve" turning towards him. eva opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it before she cussed him out. "what do you want?"
his expectations on their reunion were low — not an open arm or smile in sight, and he deserved it and more. the six months of radio silence had been carried by his storm of conflicted feelings. years of walking the line, displaying dazzling smiles for the sole purpose of pulling information, evangeline was a first. she had the radiant confidence, anvil weighted respect amongst those she worked with, and just enough grace to complete a choir of angels. the line between work and emotional attachment had been blurred and he couldn't sort the maze to make a clear path. he abandoned her. " i'm dead on the inside if that helps. " another damn joke. teeth sunk into the inner flesh of his cheek with a faint, blink and you'll miss it, grimace. foot steps were slow, careful, maintaining distance but visibly active to the conversation. " just hear me out. please, eva. " topher's plea was brushed with a feathered tone yet the natural roughness within his cords gave a gravel effect. he placed the bottle on the nearest surface, her bag still in his hold as soft guilted eyes found her own. " i didn't mean to hurt you. i'm sorry [ . . . ] "
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the palms of his hands went from a rough callous layer to clammy and tender as he stood a few feet from evangeline’s door. this time — not as her body-guard but as an enforcer for a partnering organization. he could move fluidly, at his own schedule. of course, whenever his boss wouldn’t need his expertise at the moment, but it was a position higher. free to make the moves he desired under the impression of his new reputation. after being disarmed by eva’s men, obviously for a safety protocol but to show he was still trust worthy, the homme brought large knuckles to knock against the door to the office he once stood on the other side. half a year had gone by and all he held was a clutch purse in remembrance of their time spent. the abundance of words and tethered emotions he couldn’t sort, he was conflicted. lightening clashed, waves collided, they were reoccurring symptoms. “ it’s me. “ topher relied on his vocals for identification. shifting his weight to another foot, fingers running over the accessory that was gifted but also promised to return if they were to meet again. “ i brought somethin’ with me. “ the bag wasn’t the only sentimental material be brought — a bottle of w.ine, one that he recalled sharing a drink from their last interaction.
the calm before the storm , she had told herself many times , in fact . though , with them walking together as a ' family ' , considering their somewhat messy ending , marjorie had figured that taking their daughter on a family vacation would be nice , right ? that there wasn't any complete awkwardness between the two , that mom & dad were perfectly fine , despite everything that happened between . chuckling soft at his words as a sunhat was occupying her head , the instant crashing of waves along the cruise ship , it was like she was calmed down , in a sense . " i remember them offering to carry the bags for us , but you said no , " she huffs out , eyes playfully rolling as she keeps her eyes on their five year old , showing off a smile on her features , as if to tell her that everything's going to be okay , because it was . they're on a cruise , what could go wrong ? the suite was perfect - the way that the balcony opened up a world of new opportunities for them , the way that this cruise was going to be one for the books , special , in the sense of making it a great experience for their daughter . watching as he anchors himself with the nearest surface , another laugh leaves her lips at his words , shaking her head . " in the corner is fine , " she hums , nonetheless , merely playing along to whatever he was doing , acting as if he were a hotel concierge , but on a cruise ship . " i can't wait to relax . . & take this hat off , " musing , soon paying mind to their daughter as she manages to shrug off the backpack , placing it on the table . " & get her to a nap , hopefully . "
he savored the relief he felt when she returned the mirrored tune. silently admiring how she kept the normality of their situation afloat and kept a steady face for their daughter. “ hey — you’re right, i might’ve have put my own foot in my mouth with that one. “ the volume towards the end of his sentence had tied with a joke and topped off with a fanned laugh that displayed teeth. gaze flickered between their child and his ex — the word still tasted sour, an aftertaste that he took with silent grace ever since his tongue became marinated with it. the scale was unbalanced, things left unsaid — feelings shelved. topher spin on the heel of his sneaker to slip each bag starting from his hands then to his shoulders in the nearest corner per her request. with the excess weight lifted he adjusted his poster to be arrow straight as he listened facing her general direction. “ whew - you and me both. “ something they finally agreed on. a hand reached for the brim of his baseball cap to pull it off his head now that they were inside, fingers raked through strands of brown then tossing the cap over a random section on the couch. eyes landed over to their daughter when he noted the incoming hug from his peripheral ; actions mirrored her mother’s words. “ and just like that. “ lips were spread from warm fondness, for both his daughter and mother. the safety net that he relied on with every ounce of feeling. topher’s frame lowered while he extended an arm to carry her, the tiny head rested on his shoulder on his shoulder gave the hue of emerald a shimmer. “ i’ll get her settled. “ he offered, tone velvet to sooth the tired five year old but was in depth with care, “ i’ll be back, just kick your feet up. you deserve this. “
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adrenaline had taken it’s course when the realization had cleared his worry to be a fact. he could still feel the jolt of their vehicle’s sharp turns and the accelerated speed even while he’s standing at the curtained window of a last minute motel room. eagle eyes had peaked through the slit that gave a glimpse of outside from the ac unit’s air flow. a hand rested over a holstered a firearm that sat on the side of his hip, pads of his fingers tips toyed with the button on the holster — a split second it could be flipped. he’ll shower bullets if it meant keeping genevieve safe but their vulnerable piece of information attracted the opposite. trouble was a boomerang for this family. topher dedicated months of vigilance and strategic value all while his loyalty to them was written in ink — and now blood. “ you alright? “ words were quick, yet heavy with a firmness to keep the air stiff. there wasn’t a grin in sight as he couldn’t fathom the mindset for it. finally, he took a step back from the window and lowered his hand to cross his arms against his chest. “ . . . i knew we should’ve just gave it to your dad. “ top row of teeth dug into the bottom, the cushion had a twinge of pain from his frustration, but it subsided when he released it. “ you know listenin’ to me every once and a while, wouldn’t hurt you. “ the homme shrugged, sarcasm rung with familiarity due to their extensive time spent together.
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𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙏’𝙎 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙐𝙋 on the dash, one ankle crossed over the other as she lets out a heavy, overdramatic sigh. another welcome to sign flies by, and she doesn’t even bother reading the town’s name. they’d been on the road for over three days and whatever place topher was dragging her to was still two days away- which felt like a punishment she didn’t deserve. her father and her new, annoyingly hot bodyguard had explained to her several times that taking a plane to get to the safe house was too risky, something about a paper trail they didn’t want to risk having. despite her protests, the decision was made and now she was stuck in a car with a man she barely knew. she turns her head towards him, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of her nose just enough to peer over the top. she’s about to ask what hotel they’re planning on staying at tonight when something outside his window catches her eye. ❝oh! stop the car! ❞ she blurts out a little too loudly, the brakes screaming in protest as the car jerks to a halt. the femme lurches forward, bracing a hand on the window before finally putting her feet back on the floorboard. she doesn’t realize that the sudden demand had put the driver on high alert until he looks at her and juliet only blinks at him, then calmly points out the window and to the billboard she saw. ❝…that place sells homemade apple pie,❞ she bites her lip, feeling a little guilty for making him worry. yet… ❝can we go? i’m starving.❞
the hypnotic hum of the engine and endless road had gave him tunnel vision — a singular point had anchored his mind and body under one directive. to escort and protect his boss’s daughter as if the bodyguard’s life was held in a death grip with sharpened talons. he’s seen more than the average contract would hold and one mistake would ensue in a nail in his coffin. maybe it was the nerves overriding his senses — they were being worked to its limit from the femme in the passenger seat and the constant link in communication to check in on her status. a peal of humor or grin had yet to grace the stone surface of his new face, deadly focus with sharpened edges of alertness that worked tandem with reflexes. senses went into a cold shock at the exclaim, boot pivoted to press to break with a steer to the side, the screech and the inertia of the halt sent him leaning forward then adjusted his posture. “ what is it?! “ topher observed the scene in the review mirrors, tone was spiked with a zealous nature to find what caused them to stop. alarmed hues of bottle green gawked at her as if he was hanging on a ledge, only to be met with calm after her protest. albeit he was aggravated by the sudden volume . . . he couldn’t turn down pie. and found it was kind cute. his tongue darted to add moisture to his lips before silently taking his foot off the break. checking the road before attempting a u-turn in juliet’s favor. “ it’s insanely quiet in here, you could’ve just tapped me on the shoulder or somethin’. “ the suggestion rolled with polite instruction. gaze flickered over to her, the back seat of empty snack wrappers, then back to the road. “ how long ago we were out? “ topher felt the knock of hunger being conjured now that it was the centered topic. “ we gotta be in and out. i mean it. the second you get that last piece of pie in your mouth — we’re gone. “
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[ calm down ] sender pets receiver’s hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation
up until now there hadn't been a hitch since paisley had moved temporarily to topher's farm. it was far enough away from the city that she felt truly safe again, and if for any reason the distance alone wasn't enough for that, the man who was always by her side could help her get there. but her manager had asked if she could come back in town today for a meeting, and while she was initially hesitant to follow through with this, the guilt trip they put on her ultimately helped the femme make up her mind. it was a quiet room in a private cafe, but topher was still there with her just in case the worst were to happen - and before long that unfortunately unfolded. paisley did somehow end up missing most of it, generally hearing a lot of shouting and her bodyguard pulling her out of the back exist. she followed him silently as he pulled her swiftly through the alley before ultimately making it back the car, the blonde not aware just how tight she was squeezing onto his hand until he helped her into the vehicle. sitting in the backseat, her heart was racing as she looked up at the man with appreciation. she wanted to tell him thank you, but the dryness of her mouth was preventing her from formulating any words. it was like he seemed to understand that what was trying though, the gentle pat on the top of her head letting her know she didn't need to say anything because he knew.
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