#reneeroe

[howling-harpy]

It comes for them at night

Pairing: Renée LeMaire/Eugene Roe Word count: 1082

[ralphspina-blog1]

my absolute fav renée moment is when gene’s just acknowledged the chocolate with that little smile and nod and is jogging away, and her smile gets a bit devilish and she just... backs toward the aid station... very... slowly... watching him... as he... leaves...

relatable af

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The envelope symbol

✉: for a ‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail

“So I have big news to tell you. Call me.” 

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The Morning After ;

With his arms curled around her, he couldn’t possibly have a bad night’s sleep. The morning after, however, when he began to stir and come to his senses, it wouldn’t prove to be so enjoyable. He woke up with his nose buried in her hair, the smell of strawberries raspberries filling his nostrils and he sighed quietly, taking in the last of his dream. Only smelling Renee’s hair wasn’t part of any dream of his, his eyes opening to find Renee physically on the couch with him to which his eyebrows furrowed in massive confusion. Meanwhile he was doing his best to fight the nausea and ignore the pounding headache, no doubt hungover from one of his late night drinking fest with himself. He groaned, moving slightly as he rubbed his forehead. This wasn’t good. How on earth did she end up in his bed? The only thing good about this morning was the fact that he didn’t have work today. Otherwise he would have to somehow sober up and deal with the woman in his arms. He still had to but at least he didn’t have to rush anything. 

Actually he could probably get away without having to deal with Renee at all. As he thought about escaping, running out of the house before she woke up, Kyle cautiously removed himself from the couch to head to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, he returned with a glass of water and advil, downing two before sitting on the sofa sitting opposite of the other Renee was laying on, unsure if he should wake her or let her be. Deciding to let her be, he moved to laid on the couch and sigh as tried to get rid of his hangover. If he wasn’t still a little bit nauseous even after throwing up prior, he might be able to endure some toast . But for now he remained silent on the couch, eyes closed as he waited for the advil to kick in. 

@reneeroe

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Drunken Phone Calls ; Renee

Kyle: [ doesn't wait for her to physically answer her phone, begins talking, leaving voice messages,words semi-slurred ] Hey Renee. i know you're there. Pick up. I need to hear your voice..

Kyle: I won a fish at a carnival when I was eight. I named him George. Don't make fun of me! [I was into] Curious George back then. Red fish.

Kyle: Pregnant sister wants to stab me. Thinks I'm lettuce? I don't know, man but something about Snow White and Charlie running around town.

Kyle: Charlie's my best friend. He's good.

Kyle: Why no answer? Thought you loved [prolongs the 'ved' part] me. [laughs after]

Kyle: Renee, I miss you. Call me?

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