what’s this? what’s this?
hotchalanche:
➳ |{ “I understand.” All too well, in fact. While many opportunities had already presented themselves in this city, Hotch still often felt as if the absence of his own life left a space behind, an emptiness caused by the lack of something meant to last.
“And unfortunately, I imagine the scientists even keep a close eye on any gifts given around this time of year. While I’m not reckless enough to criticize them… it certainly adds a feeling of restraint to the spirit of the holidays.”
He watches more people filter towards the direction the sign had pointed, quiet in thought. “You may not be the only one feeling incomplete today.”
A frown graced her features-- it seemed unfair to allow these people to celebrate the harmless, even kind, parts of their tradition, but to put restraints on others aspects.
With more directness than was truly necessary, Tauriel asked, with a cool glance at his posture, as if noticing the lack of holster changing his balance even while still, “Are you? And... is it odd that so many here come with weapons to begin with? Most in my home have no need to carry weapons with them day-to-day.”
