#empathickally

[whcwashe]

@empathickally

         She shouldn’t worry so much. She knows that. Not anymore. He was arguably indestructible by now, that was fact. Still -- she couldn’t quite HELP it, eyebrows furrowing as she went through the laundry. Jesus Christ, were those bullet holes. “ -- Babe, what, ah -- what happened at work today?” 

[whcwashe]

@empathickally

         “ ----- guess who decided to tell me an HOUR ago that they need four dozen brownies for a bake sale tomorrow morning...”

[whcwashe]

@empathickally

His arms tightened around her a bit, “If anything’s waitin’, it’ll have to answer to me, you know that, Liv.” Jarrett knew it had just been another nightmare, maybe they’d even shared this one to some extent, because they’d both woken up panicked at the exact same time. His hand stroked through her hair as he kissed her temple, “There’s nothin’ there, I can’t feel it, at least… you want me to go check?”

“ --- No. No, I really don’t --” Of course she didn’t want him to GO anywhere. Her panic may have subsides some if he checked, sure -- but it would spike in his absence, and she’s nearly certain that would’ve been worse. So she tightens her grip on him instead, closing her eyes and pressing her face against his shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere.” As if she’d have to convince him to stay. She would, if she had to, her fingers were hardly about to relent their grip anyway. “Please --.”

[whcwashe]

@empathickally

       “--- Sorry, I -- I didn’t mean to wake you up, go back to sleep.”

[whcwashe]

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         “-- so, i didn’t manage to get out and buy anything like I wanted, BUT --” But -- it’s a very big pause that follows, she’s spent all day trying to figure out how to coordinate SOMETHING without having to go out on her own. “I did manage to get a fire going, and I’ve been told --” By one of the guys at the gym, honestly, but he seemed like he had good taste. “ -- that this is a great bottle of wine.”

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There is an amusing amount of determination on Rufus’ face as he takes care in rubbing away some of the more powerful undertones left behind by whatever Jarrett felt a need to smear all over himself; this process was as intimate as it was important. Jarrett was his. His person. His friend. His lover. His world. Anyone with a nose as good as his own needed to know that as quickly as possible --- and making the blond smell a little more earthy than chemical was the price. Normally Rufus did his best to keep some of his more possessive behaviors in check but this? This was a ritual, now.

Affection overrides determination, however; the shifter chuckling and allowing himself to be used for balance as he leans into the attention at the base of his neck. The kiss to his cheek has him grinning before he gives one back --- quick and sweet to Jarrett’s nose before he’s moving and hopefully aiding in the process of reattaching the prosthetic. “I’d catch you, you know.”

[criimeconcierge]

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(Warning: This turned into a whole ficlet sorry not sorry lol. Also featuring my oc @empathickally)

Though some creatures hailed him a God, he was not omniscient. When he appeared in the living room of Liv’s place, he expected to see her at the table, or perhaps on the couch.

There was so much blood. 

“Liv?” He calls out, bending time to allow Red to search the entire place in a fraction of a second. The trail leads him to the bathtub, red streaks stain the floor and the porcelain, “Oh no–” She looks so small, so weak, and before he gives it even a moment’s thought, his hands are glowing, touching her wounds. He can’t heal her, not fully, but he can stabilize her enough to get the Angel. 

“Liv, sweetheart, I’m going to get Jarrett right now. I’ll be gone just a few seconds. You’re gonna be fine. Jarrett’s coming.” 

Red appeared before the man, who was thankfully in a rather secluded area of the park, walking Bowie. “I need you to come with me now, Angel. Liv’s hurt. She’ll live, but I can’t heal her.” 

He didn’t give him time to respond before grabbing him by the shoulder and appearing right back in the bathroom. 

“Oh, Christ, babe….” Jarrett’s in shock, and Liv doesn’t have time for that. 

“Jarrett, worry later, heal now,” Red said, grabbing one of his hands and shoving it towards Liv in the tub. 

It only takes a moment for his Angelic instincts to kick in before his hands glow with a light Red can barely look at. It’s pure Good, something a creature like him may as well be deathly allergic to by this point. 

“C’mon, babe, come back to me, I’m right here, Liv, I gotcha,” Jarrett says through tears that roll silently down his cheeks. 

[whcwashe]

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           “I’m sorry, I know I should’ve --- I know I should’ve TOLD you, but it’s not exactly easy to bring up in casual conversation, and I didn’t realize how deep in I WAS until it was too late, and --” She stops herself, biting her tongue before another excuse rolls of of it. “He’s not not a bad guy, really. Complicated, but ...”