𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌. That he could leave them at the house without having to worry or call nearly every five minutes. Anya didn't BLAME Harvey for the nervousness. Had the roles been reversed , Anya couldn't say the idea of leaving a mentally delicate former assassin alone for eight hours was an idea they would have been comfortable with. But this was a chance for Anya to show that she could be fine.
If only they had been right about that.
The new morning routine was what they focused on what he left. Walking the house to make sure it was still empty , workout inside , eat , & from there it was usually ready whatever she could find in the house , or sketch in the sketchbook he got after finding out they had a knack for drawing. Most of it had been spent drawing , but she alternated between the activities. TV was STILL something they hadn't managed to make to try yet.
It had been while they were sitting in the living room , the early stages of a sketch of some foliage outside while they let themselves zone out. The quiet was nice , but those watchful scans continued even while they drew. ALWAYS VIGILANT in case their suspicions ever came to be true , & agents came to Dent's door after finding her. While it wasn't an agent that caught their attention … It had been a delivery man. Harmless , any person would see them all the time. What registered in Anya's mind , was DANGER.
Then the doorbell rang. Heart started pounding , & her throat felt IMPOSSIBLY tight as eyes shifted to the kitchen. Harvey didn't keep guns , but she did. All hidden , the locations only known to them that they had STASHED around the house just in case. One of them fastened under the nightstand. Much more effective.
Reaching for the gun , they made their way to the front door , another RING of the doorbell from the delivery man. Heart beats pounded EVEN HARDER , LOUDER. They were only a few steps away from the door now. Nobody was getting in here.
The door flung open , & the poor , unsuspecting man was met with & UNFAMILIAR face , & gun drawn & ready. Survival instincts well kicked in , opposite blue & green eyes stared down the young man. ❝ WHO SENT YOU?! ❞ Their voice was serious. DEMANDING an answer before cocking the gun. The delivery man , simply dropped the package , before running back to the safety of his truck.
FUCK!
Reality sunk in. Eyes watched as TERRIFIED child as far as the woman currently standing on the front porch as stunned .. & SCARED as the young man speeding down the street. It wasn't really … It wasn't a THREAT. It was just a kid. Just a kid who was doing his job. Hands shook. Metal clinking as the gun shifted in their hands. Seconds later … Eyes began FRANTICALLY looking around the street , before quickly retreating inside before anyone else saw.
From there , Anya had SNAPPED. The gun dropped to the floor … Legs felt UNSTEADY & soon … Seeing the house around her wasn't a task they could complete. The rest … That was something that Anya couldn't remember after it all went black. They couldn't remember the BREAKDOWN. The single hole in the wall from a punch leaving cuts on their fist , before retreating to the only place they knew they could get somewhere dark & cold … THE BASEMENT.
By the time @halfdent came home , the house was DARK. Lights having not been turned on once the SUNLIGHT no longer served it's purpose to light the house. Chairs shuffled from a STUMBLE during Anya's retreat to the basement , the door leading their open , & the gun sitting on the floor near the table. The missing person? Huddled in a corner , knees squeezed IMPOSSIBLY TIGHT on the floor. Shivers & tremors here & there.
