maybe 10, 15, & 31 for hermes please? Thanks in advance! 🌸
Sorry for the delay, I’ll have 31 up sometime, I just couldn’t think of anything creative for it just yet.
#10: “I’m right here, okay?”
Hermes strokes your hair as you lay your head in her lap, watching the movie you picked out as you both waited for dinner to finish cooking. It was a nice Sunday night. You two had spent the whole day together, having been shopping around for Jolyne’s vacation the next week. Hermès never did like to shop but you insisted and she just couldn’t say no to you. Now, you two were winding down, getting ready to eat some shrimp alfredo and finally go to bed after such a long day. Your eyes begin to flutter shut and you decide tat falling asleep in Hermès lap wasn’t the worse thing you could do, she’d just wake you to check the pasta probably. Though, you never do get to fall asleep as your phone begins to buzz in our pocket. You huff and try to ignore it.
“Babe, your phone,” Hermes informs you as you sigh again.
“I know, I know. I’ll just let it ring.” You readjust yourself and try to get comfortable again. The phone stops after two more rings and you close your eyes again. Hermes nails scratch softly against your scalp as you find yourself dozing off again.
Your phone begins to vibrate again and you suck your teeth so hard, you thought you’d swallow them. Regrettably, you sit up and remove the offending device from your pocket. Displayed on the screen was the word “MOM”. A lump formed in your throat. Your mother never called, she is a bigger fan of texting. Hermes looks over at your phone and then up at your face, patting your leg.
“Well, come on then, Answer it,” she pushes. You press the answer button and hold the phone to your ear.
You are immediately greeted by the sound of you mom’s sobs and your heart skips a beat.
“Mom? What’s wrong?,” you ask as Hermes turns the TV down.
“(Y/N)...,” her broken up voice comes through the phone and breaks you heart into a million pieces.
“Veronica’s gotten into an accident.” You blood runs cold as mother gives silent.
“Oh, god! Is she alright! What hospital are you at right now?” Hermes watches as you jump up and scramble to start getting dressed, sliding your shoes on and trying to locate your coat.
“We’re not.. at the hospital. Listen, hun. She...” Your mother begins to sob again as you slow down.
“What do you mean you’re not at the hospital. Mom, what are you telling me right now?”
“Baby, Veronica.. didn’t make it. It was dear on impact, the say. This truck came barreling through the intersection and T-bones her car. The truck wasn’t even supposed to be there,” she explains as you become completely still.
“She.. what?” You begin to hyperventilate as you grip the receiver of the phone in you hand. A million thoughts raced through you as your mother begins to speak again but, you can’t hear her. Everything seems to be too overwhelming as you stumble back into the couch and drop the phone. Tears begin to freely fall from your eyes as you lean against the couch.
Two arms wrap around you shoulders as you begin to open sob now, covering you face with our hands as Hermes holds you close to her chest.
“Veronica.. she’s,” You start before Hermes houses you, placing her head on you shoulder, nuzzling against your neck.
“I’m so sorry.” Your girlfriend watches as your mother hangs up the call, making a note to have you visit them.
“She was my rock, Herm. With Mom’s condition and her being given, I don’t know if I can take this,” you relay, your voice muffled by sobs.
“You can do this. I’m right here, okay?,” she coos quietly, rocking you in her arms.
“You don’t have to go through this alone. Not if I can help it.”
You two decided the skip dinner, your appetite having disappeared, and to go to sleep early. Hermes held you closely and kissed our forehead, rubbing soothing circles into your back to remind you that you were not alone in this.
#15: “When I’m with you, I’m home.”
You sit down beside Hermes and across from Jolyne and F.F. with your tray of breakfast, looking over the prison gruel in resentment as you wished for something better tasting and less gray.
“Not hungry, (Y/N?),” Jolyne asks as you mix around the artificial eggs.
“Not really. This shit is disgusting. I just want pancakes and orange juice.” Jolyne gives a sad smile and nods in agreement.
“It’ll be a while before you can have those. Before any of us can. How long did you say you had?,” Hermes chimes in, shoveling some of the eggs into her mouth.
“5 years now. The guards here are ruthless as hell. They caught me reading last night and demanded like fifty dollars to ‘keep quiet’! About reading!,” you exclaim exasperatedly. The Latina to your right simply shook her head.
“Where are you going anyway? After your time’s up.” You stop and think for a moment, sipping the milk they provided.
“I guess.. I’ll probably stay in Florida. But, I don’t know where I’ll live. Buying a house is way harder when you have a record. I just hope I won’t be on the street too long.” You look down again as the woman hums in agreement.
“What about you, Herm? Where are you gonna go?” She was quiet for a moment. You finally try the eggs and almost spit them out.
“Well, I don’t have anywhere else to go either. The restaurant is probably closed down by now. So, unless I start saving up money now and stay in my best behavior, I won’t have anywhere to go either.”
The sad tone of her voice was enough to make you turn and look at her. She’d stopped eating, her face contorted bitterly.
“If it wasn’t for Sports Maxxx, I’d still have somewhere to go. I’d be in college,” she laments for a moment. You look to Jolyne who shared the same solemn expression you were. She motions for you to say something.
“Well... maybe we don’t need a house yet.” Hermes looks at you, half in confusion and malignancy.
“When I’m with you, I’m home. We can figure all of that out when we get there,” you whisper, taking hold of her hand.
“Now let’s eat this shitty breakfast and figure out who’s behind all this.” Hermes looks down at your hand entwined in hers and passes a short chuckle.
