#post baltimore

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Suffering is all I know

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In honor of today

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Ember may I please please please have Kevin Day angst 🙏🙏🙏

Hehehehehe YES

WIP Wednesday 2/12/25 | Kevin Day Angst

Andrew doesn’t believe in apologizing. Kevin has never heard him apologize, not to Aaron, not to Neil, not to anyone, so he doesn’t hold his breath. But in the aftermath of Baltimore and Renee’s retrieval of Jean from Evermore, he finds himself panicking more often than not. He doesn’t know what the future holds and the past is too painful to consider. So he thinks about all the possibilities of what could go wrong. And he panics. He downs vodka to dull the pain and then pushes through the hangover to go to practice. He works out and breathes through quiet tears in the bathroom at night, carefully fingering the faint bruises on his neck, the remnants of Andrew’s anger imprinted on his skin.

Kevin understands why Andrew was so furious, why he lashed out, why he grasped onto his throat with such force that it left him hoarse for days afterward, but he doesn’t know how to handle the fallout. Andrew promised to protect him and Kevin thought the only thing that would get in the way of that was maybe Aaron. But now Neil is the line Kevin crossed, unknowing and unable to do anything but cross it. Andrew has always said no one can touch what is his, but Kevin is Andrew’s. He was once Riko’s too and Riko never shied away from punishing Kevin, so why should Andrew? He’s only ever been as good as he plays. Andrew is the only person who ever valued him outside of that and now he’s fucked up even that.

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   The sound of the door shutting right in front of her makes her flinch and her composure cracks even if only for a second. It is far from the first time someone acts like this nor is it the first time that Bedelia finds herself trapped in a room, but the terror stays the same. Truth to be told, she’s more afraid now than she would have been a few years ago. Facing him, she observes his features to find the reason behind his sudden reaction even if the only thing she truly wants it to put distance between them.

    ❝ What is the meaning of this? Let me leave, Will. ❞

All Will knew in that moment was that he couldn’t let Bedelia leave. Not yet. Not after what she had said to him when he’d been in Baltimore. I. Believe. You. Those three words had both sent a chill down his spine colder than any night in Wolftrap and at the same time brought hope. Relief that he wasn’t crazy. Though maybe he still was, after all, sane people didn’t do this.

“ You said. You said you believed me, ” he said in a shaky breath as he staggered forward. His forehead beaded with sweat and he rubbed at his face. Suddenly he jutted a finger in the doctor’s direction as he took another step forward with a gasp of desperation. “ Tell me you still believe me, Dr. Du Maurier ... ”