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[goodewitchwalking]

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline. (Nyx and John - Neck Tat)

With a basket under one arm and cutting sheers under the other Nyx was collecting herbs to restock her shelves in the late. As per usual, John wasn't too far off raking leaves and talking to Hercules. Dusting off her hands she looked up from the bush she had been trimming to let him know she was almost done and froze in her tracks.

"Mary Mother of Jesus." The woman whispered to herself when she caught sight of her husband loosening the buttons at his collar. She was given a brief flash of the tattoo that had basically started their relationship. Clearing her throat she called out to him. "Excuse me Holy Man children are present. What would your father say about you trying to taint innocent eyes mine included."

[herosneednotapply]

"Don't try to get up. You're safe here." John to Addie

The days fading into months into years that made up the endless torment that was being in Hydra custody made this feel like a walk in the park. There was very little of the woman who had been taken more than 20 years ago but she still tried to rise to greet the familiar figure that entered. The asylum rarely allowed guests and it was obvious her family still thought she was dead or worse. So John being there was a bit of a surprise.

J-Father....to what do I owe the pleasure." Addie said settling back down in her chair attempting to make herself comfortable with the strait jacket that had been placed on her for the holy man's safety. Red-rimmed eyes watched him closely as if he would disappear if she looked away like so many others had done before him. All of them were hallucinations that her trauma and drug-addled mind created to lull her into a false sense of peace. "Unfortunately my soul is always well beyond saving and my faith is nonexistent. So you'll do nothing but waste your time here."