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@sword-and-lance | where did this come from? no clue
How long had it been since he had come by? It seemed like years, to be honest. Was she still even there at that point, or had Dae moved on to bigger and even better things? Being a former Warrior of Light surely meant she would pick up jobs as they came along and slip out of sight from the others for a bit.
That said, they hadn’t really had a chance to just talk lately and see how things were going between them.
He felt his stomach clench slightly, taking a deep breath nd exhaling slowly. He could do this; it was just a talk to see how she was, right? Maybe not get screamed at for being paid to get out of prison in another realm by a billionaire psycho of sorts who was half-ghost. (Still had a grudge there, for the record.)
The audacity of that jackass made his blood simmer, but he pushed it away for now as he knocked on the door and stepped back, waiting.
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Sean Hotchner of Criminal Minds.
Selective and mutual.
Adult content.
Penned by Adriana.
Constantly mobile.
Criminal Minds’ Guest: Eric Johnson (version 2)
Sean Hotchner: 8.23 Brothers Hochner / 8.24 The Replicator
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@magicandmayhcm [Aaron or Alex]
———
It could have been a most cliché beginning of all beginnings, but did Sean Hotchner give a flying frick about that? No. At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself as he stared at the piece of paper in his hands. Had they moved again?
Maybe. Or maybe he was just losing his mind- also a completely viable possibility at this point. What were you supposed to say after going behind bars for a few years, miss out on some life happenings, get into some… no. Some things are better left unsaid. Especially about what happened in there.
His stomach seemed to move about a foot up his body, into his throat actually. So he believed. It was simple; knock. Just knock on the door, you dipshit. It’s not hard. A hand clenched into a fist, and he exhaled lowly through his teeth. Quietly. It was seven PM, and man, he thought he looked like an ass. Or a creep. In October, no less. Maybe he’d get a gun at his head.
Knock knock knock.
having the house to herself was such a rare occurrence, that alex wasn’t entirely sure what to do with herself first. sure, aaron was almost always gone for work, but jack was usually home with her. and when her father was gone for several days in a row, it was always her aunt jessica who was there. so when she’d found out that jack had a soccer game and her father was going to have to be there because he was the coach, she’d jumped at the chance to be alone.
glorious, fabulous alone time.
she had just settled on the couch, ready to watch the shows she had dvr’d the previous week, bowl of popcorn and bottle of soda on hand when she heard the sound of someone knocking at the door. letting out a groan, she put everything down and stood up, making her way to the door.
“if you’re selling something, we don’t want an–” she began, but found her voice cut off when she opened the door and saw exactly who it was standing on the other side.
“s-sean?” she asked, jaw dropping from shock at the man standing before her. “is - is that really you?”
“...surprise?” he mumbled quietly, looking down at the floor. “I think?”
It felt so damn ridiculous to be on the doorstep, and he knew it. He knew it was probably the worst idea to be home alone right now with Alex, should his brother drop in and kick him out for some reason. But somehow, deep down, that didn’t matter right now. He needed to see her. He needed to know if she was okay.
“Sorry I didn’t call, text, email... all that.” He managed a very small smile and a look up. “You know I suck at staying in touch.”
| CAN I STOP BEING SO GODDAMN SPOTTY HERE PLEASE.
@magicandmayhcm [Aaron or Alex]
———
It could have been a most cliché beginning of all beginnings, but did Sean Hotchner give a flying frick about that? No. At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself as he stared at the piece of paper in his hands. Had they moved again?
Maybe. Or maybe he was just losing his mind- also a completely viable possibility at this point. What were you supposed to say after going behind bars for a few years, miss out on some life happenings, get into some… no. Some things are better left unsaid. Especially about what happened in there.
His stomach seemed to move about a foot up his body, into his throat actually. So he believed. It was simple; knock. Just knock on the door, you dipshit. It’s not hard. A hand clenched into a fist, and he exhaled lowly through his teeth. Quietly. It was seven PM, and man, he thought he looked like an ass. Or a creep. In October, no less. Maybe he’d get a gun at his head.
Knock knock knock.
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