𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 : @fairyfcllers , for dani.
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 where papers are scattered around with random notes , some longer and more detailed than others. it’s a typical night in her amsterdam flat , truth be told. since moving to an entirely different continent , she’d thankfully found a position as a columnist with a decent paycheck. it was something , it was more than enough if it meant keeping annabel safe. home ( whatever the hell that was ) was no longer a place she felt comfortable raising her daughter. home , was only a reminder that she’d taken lives in pursuit of keeping annabel safe. that sydney forced her hand , or so she’d tell herself to stop the guilt. anything to keep al safe , anything to hush the burdening guilt , anything to forget and start over.
though , moving came at a price ; she met someone , and boy oh boy was he more than just anyone. they were both fucked up , damaged goods , hellbent on a mission to cope with each of their own respective baggage in whatever way they could. needless to say , many nights jackie would make sure al was fine by herself for a few hours ( her fifteen year – old was more than capable ) and head off to one of her sexcapades with him. it was nice no matter how unhealthy it would’ve seemed to anyone else. anyone who had no idea what each of them were going through.
but their late night meetings stopped abruptly when regretted things were said and danique had a few choice words of his own that were frankly heartbreaking. she wouldn’t return his apology texts , wouldn’t answer his calls. annabel wasn’t oblivious , she knew her mother had been seeing someone. jackie wouldn’t even listen to her own daughter tell her to just call him back because she was clearly miserable without him , but instead jackie could only reply with , it’s not that easy. al rolled her eyes and went to her room , leaving jackie alone with her thoughts and work.
that was a few hours ago , and now she still sits frustrated at her desk when there’s a knock at her door. brows furrow together , two distinct lines form in uncertainty appearing as she scoots away from the desk and walks to the door. peering through the peephole , a shag of mousy brown and scratching at familiar facial hair greets her. letting out a sigh , jackie backs up a few steps before opening the door to see dani with a box of baked goods in his hand. the confusion only grows with a perturbance when annabel’s voice sounds before her own. the lanky brunette heads toward the man in an attempt to take something from the box. whoa! is this the hunk? nice. don’t mind me , i was just grabbing one of these —
“ go to your room , ” jackie holds a firm tone and watches her daughter raise her hands , feigning innocence before heading back to her bedroom as instructed. great , now she has to deal with that. “ come on in. ”
