#con; addison

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He wasn't feeling his best, but how could he pass an opportunity to celebrate one of his favorite kids? A party was a party. Water and ginger ale couldn't replace liquor, but he did what he had to. Ava had trusted him to be by himself for a bit while she socialized, leaving him to wander about, watching the guests. Watching, and looking away. Once he made eye contact with Addison, could feel the impending headache. It was too late, of course, she was coming over-- leaving behind some ungodly handsome stranger. Perfect.

"What? I'm being good," he told, holding his glass up for her.

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Whoever was coming to visit had to be out of their mind. Not in the way he was, of course. Shaky, sick, in constant cold sweats. Sleeping was never a skill of his, but when he needed it most, it was more difficult than ever. Perhaps it was a silver lining, having a visitor come unprovoked. A happy sign on such an unfortunate birthday. It was starting to seem nice in his mind until he stepped through the door and saw her. Her. What the fuck?

"Addison?" That was all he could say as he came to the table, hesitating before taking a seat. He looked like utter hell, but in a different way than she had ever seen him before. Hideously sober.

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Just a Little ✘ Maddi

He couldn't even remember the dream he had just woken from, even though the two worlds seemed to blend together seamlessly. Sunlight poured through the spaces in the blinds and somehow, the hangover wasn't hitting him nearly as badly. After a few minutes of staring at the wall, March shifted, rolling over to his other side. A mass of shiny black hair rested on the pillow beside him, and for a moment, he was shocked. Almost scared, knowing Addison. Had she died before getting a chance to leave? 

It was a ridiculous notion, but to be sure, March slipped his arm under hers and rested a hand on her chest. To his relief, she was breathing. And warm. Most nights he was alone if Mads didn't decide to crash, leaving him to wake up in a bed cooled by winter air. He was positive she was still asleep, and he didn't want that to be over any time soon. She was almost harmless while asleep, though there was no doubt in his mind that her dreams were filled with nothing but her plans of dominating the human race.

Keeping his hand in its place, he pulled the rest of his body to hers, hoping to fall asleep again-- with her-- just like that.

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A Usual Suspect ✘ Maddi ✘ Flashback

Just a few more hours, and March was free to go home and crash. Given the good weather, he decided to go to get a coffee on foot. Slipping his arms into the sleeves of his jacket, he strode out the door and headed down the street, and into the park. Though it was notorious for being Spade territory, the detective was free to walk through as he needed to with his newfound neutrality.

It was dark, and he knew that soon, there would be Spade drug rats crawling about. If he was lucky, he’d make a catch along the way.

March pulled a cigarette from the pack and stuck it between his lips. As he reached for a lighter, he could see a figure stepping into the light. A woman, he could see, but nothing more. He lit the smoke and continued on his way, keeping an eye on her— just in case.