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@ofblackbirdsandmen | i’ll be home for Christmas

flowers: blue. specifically bluebells. a bouquet he had passed in the grocery store after having bought some treats for after dinner. eggnog and rum, even though he wasn’t sure she even liked eggnog. or rum. but it was a tradition he saw on the television, and Billy couldn’t remember ever having followed another tradition. he vaguely remembered the children’s home. he vaguely remembered having beer and whiskey with Frank. but he couldn’t remember anything else he’d done-- so this year was about starting new traditions. with his new family.

Krista had given him a brand new lease in life. at first, it had been extremely stressful. he was on the run. hiding from the government and police, and all manner of rival criminals. from the SKULL that haunts his dreams. but Krista made every stress and worry and fear worth it. she understood him. accepted him. loved him.

Billy pauses at the front door with a smile before he finally comes in. kicking his shoes off at the door, the man makes his way into the kitchen, dropping off the paper bag from the grocers on the counter and using his newly freed hand to pull the hood of his sweater down. glancing over his little bouquet one last time, Billy makes his way toward the hall and back office, pausing in the doorway to lean against the frame as he watches Krista hum to herself and mill about whatever task she had set for herself.

they’d opened gifts that morning already-- he’d stolen her a beautiful new thin chained gold necklace and a couple rings to match. some clothes and socks and basic essentials. candies in the stocking and breakfast in bed, even if it was mediocre at best. but Billy wanted to try this year. he had reason to try. sighing softly, Billy shoves off the door frame and holds out his bouquet toward the woman with a nervous smirk curving his lips. “Merry Christmas, Krista.” he offers, leaning down to catch her mouth in a quick kiss.

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@ofblackbirdsandmen asked: ‘ focus on my voice. ’ / ACCEPTING !!

it’s not uncommon for Billy to be throwing a tantrum of sorts. they hadn’t quite created the bond yet that would come later, after months of therapy, so it was understandable that he lashed out in frustration and anxiety. his chest is heaving, very nearly whimpering with each exhale as he chokes back tears and the bile on his tongue; a threat of shouting at her once more, as he had a few times, and she took it in stride each time. he was acting out like a child would when being told no. “Fuck you. Don’t push me!”

focus on my voice. and he tries, he really does. despite how angry and frustrated and claustrophobic he is, he really does want to impress her. as she speaks to him, however, the more her words filter through the white noise in his head, the more he can finally BREATHE. . . it’s been getting easier, each time she talks him down... but he was still rendered entirely embarrassed every time he had a freak out this bad. “M’sorry,” he finally mumbles, lifting a hand to wipe under his eyes-- rid the evidence of the tears that had streamed down his cheeks during his tantrum. “M’fine. Thanks.”

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