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[luxwayne]

@nothingxtoxprove

Briar Rose decided to take fresh air with the twins, and her ex or boyfriend?! Elsa was dressed in a unicorn onesie while Leon was dressed in a Sulley of Monsters S.A. onesie. The spring was coming, this was good to take the children to have fresh air. Now they're a year old and four months.

She was holding the tiny hands of Leon, that was repeating the words 'Mama', and the baby boy was giving a few steps and she was helping him walk. While Elsa probably was with Nathan in elsewhere on the house. ❛ Hey people, let's go outside... ❜ She spoke loud, as she got out home now taking Leon in her arms. Leon began to clap without his motor skills.

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Finally a little downtime.

It had been a few months since they had reunited--minus the thief still taking up some jobs or an urgent story on the other side of the world calling for the foreign correspondent's attention. They finally had achieved some sense of semi-normalcy, and that was only going to expand now that it was Elena's vacation time. For someone that travelled so much, she suggested instead what she had been hearing people call a 'staycation.' No planes, no long trips into the middle of nowhere, no sense of urgency to get things done--

Just some time for her to enjoy being with her husband. It had definitely been something that they had needed for a while.

Now she was laying in bed, having elected to sleep in for the first time in who knew how long. The sun peeked in through the window, but she still remained snuggled up on her side of the bed, refusing to move for the time being. There was no rush for anything--and she loved it this way.

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I traded it for something better.

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NATE HAS PASSED AWAY

It shouldn't have really come as a surprise, but death was always a shock. It was why she had split apart from him before--knowing that he'd be too reckless and would wind up dead some day, but there was something that always brought her back to him, something that made her care--just something that she knew she couldn't leave him alone for.

"Elena, it'll be fine. Seriously, you worry too much sometimes."

And it looked like she had every reason to.

The call came from Chloe, and when her actual name was said on the other end instead of the usual 'Sunshine' nickname she got from the other woman, she knew that something was up. It was just a job--they go in, pluck the item up, Chloe drives them off into the sunset--simple stuff. So why did it go so horribly wrong?

"I'm so sorry, Elena." Her tone was one filled with guilt--no doubt Chloe had felt responsible, but the blonde assured her that it wasn't, then hung up the phone, the realization that her husband--that Nathan Drake was dead not quite yet settling in.

She slowly took a seat on to the couch, eyes fixed ahead of her, staring at nothing in particular. Her hands were settled on her knees, but she didn't even realize that they were shaking. Everything around her was bland--the light that poured in through the window offered no comforting warmth, and if she was to look up at any of the cheesy family photos she had taken over the past few months that she had been reunited with her husband then she knew that would be when she'd lose it.

Her? Losing her grip? If there was one thing she was good at, it was keeping her composure. She was a foreign correspondent for christ's sake. She could be standing in a field of casualties to get the story that needed to be done in, but this time--it hit too close to home.

Her body felt heavy, and it had gotten increasingly harder to remain sitting up, so she so very slowly laid on her side, eyes still staring straight ahead.

Dead. He was dead--

"...you idiot..."

One quiet curse was all she could give before the waterworks began, tears streaming down her face as she curled in on herself on the couch. Crying wasn't what she liked to do, but it was all she could do. She hated this habit of crying over Nathan Drake.

But she loved him.

And it was all she could do.

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Well hello stranger.

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   No outside contact.

A direct order sent ever so methodically to her inbox. And fourteen years encased like a pristine doll within government walls was certainly enough to teach one complaisance. Yet, a decisive click came from a pellucid phone that so clearly stated 'SHUTTING DOWN'. With such a large flock of drifters what was she to do after all? Mellifluous and unyielding was the introduction granted to the stranger without the sheer adiposity of enduring and utterly suffocating surveillance. "Agent Sherry Birkin of National Security! You are?"