#d4ughter

[diam1nd-arc]

@d4ughter ; ❛ try not to think about it too much , ❜ / a collection of sentence starters from the warning's album keep me fed . accepting. ⊹ ₊ ♡

" you sound like my ex. unfortunately that advice doesn't work for a telepath. " fixing her makeup in the mirror before her, blue eyes look to the other for a moment. " i wouldn't expect you to understand. "

[swallowrot]

@d4ughter : “you can’t be here.” ♱ askbox prompts (always accepting!)

A familiar panic bubbles up in his chest, he can tell just by the way she carries herself that she’s some sort of law enforcement. All these years on the road have taught him what to look out for, and more importantly who to look out for.

He plays it cool, despite his sweaty palms ( something he can just blame on the Georgia humidity ) — he pokes his head out of the door of his beaten up camper, looking this way and that — then he squints, looking back toward her.

“ … There a sign saying I can’t? I was lookin’ for one — thought it was safe. ”

[absentpublic]

@d4ughter: " lean on me. " / accepting.

she wobbles on her feet, head spinning & mouth bleeding. her glasses are bent, not broken, & sit awkwardly on her nose. annette leans awkwardly against agent valentine, her asthma-rattled cough wracking her whole flimsy frame. i can't go home like this, she wants to say. my mother would be furious. her mother would be furious if she came home at all, no matter the circumstance.

[mastermicd]

@d4ughter : ❝ you don’t even know me. ❞

"you're right, i don't." derek was rarely stern –– and that was the case here too. he much preferred a more gentle approach. he'd been in the team for a long time, and had seen many an agent try their luck in the bau. it wasn't fit for everyone, but he liked to see them try. he never rooted for failure. "but what i do know, is that you need to learn to trust us. we're a team. and now we're your team." he continued, leg pushing back and forth, forcing his body to turn in his chair ever so slightly as he spoke. a habit he'd picked up years back, he couldn't remember not doing it. "i don't know what your previous department was like, but that's how we work in the bau. we've got each others backs."

[nutsos]

@d4ughter ♡'d !

“ y’know,   it’s   real   easy   to   spot   it   when   pigs   get   into   this   gig   for   th’   money   or   the   fancy   tin   badge   [ … ]   just   like   it’s   painfully   obvious   when   they’re   tryin’a   patch   up   somethin’   they   couldn’t   stitch   together   when   it   counted. ”

hours   ticked   by   in   that   impossibly   white   room,   bathing   in   a   light   that   would   make   anyone   feel   coldly   abandoned.   she   found   herself   in   the   rather   dreadful   predicament   of   being   trapped   alone   with   her   own   thoughts;   what   might   be,   for   some,   a   moment   for   peaceful   rumination   was,   for   her,   a   pitiless   type   of   torture.   like   being   locked   in   a   house   with   too   many   doors,   all   of   them   leading   to   past   experiences   that   refused   to   leave.   could   anyone   blame   her   for   how   she   coped ?  

had   she   been   left   much   longer,   she   might’ve   talked   to   the   dust   motes,   named   them,   imagined   whole   lives   for   each   ( that   one’s   frankie.   frankie   doesn’t   trust   me.   that’s   dot.   dot   keeps   secrets   but   isn’t   very   good   at   it ).   but   luck   decided   to   be   generous   &   gift   detective   valentine   for   her   finite   interest.   &   wasn’t   valentine   just   her   favorite   word !

she   locked   onto   the   detective   with   a   steady   stare,   curling   her   lips   into   a   smile   that   never   reached   her   eyes.  

“ or   maybe   y’just   really   like   paperwork. ”

[absentpublic]

@d4ughter: “You’ll always be safe with me.” / accepting.

there are days when the constant battling of her many anxieties leans one way or another. other times, they paralyze her altogether. & yet other times, it all simmers so low she can't feel any of it. today, having seen a tall man with dark hair, it is the fear of the living that holds her tightly. she can almost feel her ribs crack under fear's fingers. the smaller brunette hadn't realized the slow creep closer into the agent's space. her eyes had been too focused on scanning her surroundings, searching for the shape that always seemed to linger in the background. "i-i -- s - sor-rry, it - it's j-jus-s-st ... i th - though-ght i. um. s-s-saw s-someon-ne."

[bureauveil]

the manila folder landed on the table between them,  its edges worn,  smudged with fingerprints that weren’t hers.  maggie didn’t touch it right away.  instead,  she leaned back in her chair,  studying the woman across from her — silent, unreadable. that was fine. she could work with silence.  

her fingers drummed against the tabletop before she finally flipped the folder open,  eyes scanning the first few lines.  a slow exhale.  something here was bad — she could feel it in the way her stomach tightened,  the way the air between them felt heavier than it should.  when she looked up again,  the woman still hadn’t spoken. maggie lifted a brow.  ❝ so, am i supposed to guess, or are you gonna let me in on the part that isn’t in writing? ❞

@d4ughter

[ripk0l]

@d4ughter sent, i would like to give you this chance.

Many people didn't know what kol was. It was something he would never understand. Why hide from his nature when there was nothing wrong with it? He knew that if he said anything to humans, he could always compel them, force them to forget what he had said and do the same thing every day. His brothers were more than fed up, he could feel it when they had to clean the mess he had put around. Something that made him smile though; the amount of times people had to clean up what he did when they could just ignore it and move on without taking care of his business. That's why blending in now was something that made him do and he was good at it. When someone had suspicions about him, he just had to smile and show them that he was innocent without being able to raise doubts about him. That was what was happening now.

Hearing the girl's words, who was willing to give him a second chance, he couldn't help but laugh inwardly as he took a deep breath and looked at her in surprise. " Really? This is… weird. This is the first time someone has been so kind and considerate to me. Maybe I'll take this chance. And maybe prove that I'm on the right side. " He said while clearly thinking otherwise. The more people he has to give him a chance, the more free rein he has for later.