#colaire

[clairitygrace]

“Joe?” The twins were sleeping in their room; morning tranquillity settled on the house. For once in a long, long time, Claire felt at pease. she rested her head on his shoulder, all sleepy-warm.

“I know they’re not ours, but. Happy Father’s Day. you’re a good dad, you know.” 

[clairitygrace]

[Cole] "Where were you?"

My muse has been missing for several days. Send "Where were you?!?" For mine to suddenly show up at your muse's doorstep, in rough shape.

She's shaking, thirsty, exhausted. The grace in her soul has healed most of her smaller injuries- scrapes and bruises, small broken bones, a fat lip- but the larger ones take more time. 

"Hunters." She manages, stepping towards him. She's not ready to lean in to him, not ready to collapse against him and let him take care of her; she's too hurt and too afraid to let her gaurd down right now ,but just being this close and feeling his armth is enough. "They thought I was a supe. They tried everything they knew to find out what I was." Silver and brass and holy water, oh my. Blades and stakes and  daggers. Dead man's blood.

"I'm sorry." She says, twars trying to form in her eyes. "I'd have come back sooner if I could."