☂ , ♬, ♣, 回, ◎ (shoot me in the fACe)
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☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm
she hoped no one from ichor had seen her, she knows there are quite a few night owls amongst her fellow spies. here she was, being paranoid of blowing her cover and risking her position ( and even her life ) but it was a valid reason of being even more vigilant. she met with her father at the park, away from the lamp posts that were lined up. arms were crossed over her chest and hands were holding onto her biceps. the little brunette was freezing. as she stood next to him, she exhaled and watched as smoke came out from her mouth. hathor didn’t even bother looking at him until he held out his jumper towards her.
chestnut hues looked at it suspiciously, afraid it might’ve been tapped or wired with something from olympus in order to listen in on important missions, plans and other information useful to them from ichor - but he wouldn’t do that, would he? going against her judgement, she took the soft and warm jumper and placed her arms in the sleeves only, not fully wearing it. the sleeves went past her hands ( which she didn’t mind ) and covered her mouth. she breathed into the material to try and attempt to warm up her hands. she inhaled through her nose and noticed how his clothes still smelled the same, taking her back to the times before now, before the both of them became enemies. tears began to sting her eyes and she thanked god that it was dark. clearing her throat, she looked at him through her peripheral vision. “thank you,” her tone was all to serious. she wondered what he was going to say next, about her ( especially about her being with ichor )
the moment between the two of them was silent and tense. how are you supposed to act around your father who you ultimately betrayed by being on the opposing team - the team that everyone sees as terrorists. why she had decided to stay outside in the cold with him was because she had this speech ready for him. she’s been practicing in her head, ‘i am good enough. you left me and you let me become this broken child who didn’t have a dad, a child who was so angry at her dad. you fucking left me alone with some old lady who always called me elaine and didn’t know that i liked cinnamon toast crunch better than apple jacks.’ or something along the lines of that. the silence was broken as soon as he began to sing the song that was their song.
“alabama, arkansas i do love my ma and pa but not the way that i do love you.” her breath got caught in her throat at the familiarity of the words and turned to look at him. tilting her head slightly, she looked to the ground at her tattered shoes before inching her way a bit closer to him. “well holy moley, me oh my, you’re the apple of my eye. girl, i never loved one like you.” when he continued to sing she felt a tear stray down her cheek, her nose began to run as she started to sniffle. “man, oh man, you’re my best friend i scream it to the nothingness. there ain’t nothing that i need...” she sang softly.
the song hit a soft spot for her- a couple of more tears strayed and fell down her cheeks. relaine took in deep breaths, not wanting to full on break down. “no,” she mumbled. “no. NO.” her voice grew louder after every time the word came out of her mouth. “you left. you fucking left. you have no right to sing that song. you have no right to think that just because of that that i will forgive you.”
♣ = discovering them crying
she watched as the tears rolled down his cheeks. her pain had quickly turned to pain and resentment. she knew announcing the fact that he will never gain her forgiveness was a bit of a low blow, but him leaving was a big deal to her ( especially considering that she didn’t even have a mum growing up. )
“now you know how i’ve spent every single night while you were gone.”
seeing him clean his injuries wasn’t something she liked witnessing. that was her dad, no matter how much anger she holds towards him she still felt pity and a sense of genuine care towards him. hathor had grabbed some small packets of alcohol wipes and threw it his way.
“don’t forget to use these. you don’t want it to get infected.” chestnut hues looked down at his wounds once more before walking out.
◎ = taking care of them while ill
she was groggy, she’s been groggy for the past couple of days. illness has finally caught up to her and she was finally able to sleep. it wasn’t until she saw his figure that she bolted straight up out of bed wondering if this was a dream or not. “what the hell are you doing here?” she spat. for that split second, she forgot she was sick, but it hit her like a truck as soon as her temples began to throb and her weight seemed to become unbearably heavy for her. the brunette realized the bowl that was in his hand and laid back down and wrapped herself in her covers. “just leave it on the table.”
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