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The Seven was in disarray but thank fuck The Deep wasn’t the leader. The news had been announced that Stormfront was joining the Seven and The Deep was excited to have someone new in the seven, someone to shake things up better than what Starlight had done. He strolled into the Seven’s command room with ease, carrying his snacks in one hand and a beer in the other. “Nope, the good doc is almost done with us so enjoy it while it lasts.” He said, putting his feet up and tossing a bag of chips to her. “Come on, lighten up you fucking hate it here. You can run off with that dweeb you’re screwing.” He winked. Hughie was a joke and how the fuck he managed to keep up with a supe was a mystery.
She didn’t want to be in this room with him. But the Deep had apologized, even had this whole relationship (faked of course it was faked) with a woman named Glacier who unfortunately had passed. So they were supposed to be all hunky dory now. It made her feel sick. Speaking of sick she hadn’t had her appointment with the new Dr. Essex yet, that was later. The chips skittered in front of her and she ignored them. “And what about you? Back to that thriving career in Sandusky?” She glared. “Or are you back to....liberating dolphins?” She’d never really been nasty before, not to anyone. It felt kind of nice.





















