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caelan’s been here. but that still doesn’t make it easier, doesn’t mean she knows what to say to make sarah’s heart ache less. instead, she clambers over the back of the couch, dropping two beer bottles on the table in front of them before extending an arm around sarah. 

“hey-” her voice is soft, much more than it usually is, she presses a gentle kiss to the top of sarah’s head as she slides into a proper seat. “y’ doin’ good. i promise, y’ got this.”

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unmoniitored said: “You look so beautiful right now. I can’t even tell you.”

“ shush you. ” she grunted and gave sarah a little shove, though not without a huge grin on her face. it was too damn hard to keep up the cool, cold bitch act when there was such a lovable punk doting on her.

“ you tryna make be blush, pommy? ”

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★ — lean on my muse’s shoulder

it had been quite a  l o n g time since these two had met up like this. sky wasn’t sure what compelled her to call the british woman after all this time, the fact sarah still had the same number was nothing short of serendipity for her. sarah actually turning up was a damn miracle if anything. 

sky wasn’t expecting much to happen this evening, maybe just a mend to the foundation of their relationship. hell she wasn’t even sure if there was still any romantic feelings between them any more, it had been close to five years after all. 

seeing sarah again though ... damn. 

and when the brit rested her head against sky’s shoulder, skylar wrapped her arm around the other’s waist. 

“ this is nice ... i missed this. ”

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“Hey, no comments from the peanut gallery.” Naomi held up a finger to shush her sister as she started to go through the drawer of the TV cabinet. She had left Sarah on the two seat sofa with a bowl of popcorn and two dogs sitting on the floor, patiently waiting for a piece or two to be thrown their way. As much as she hoped that she’d return to the couch and see a full bowl of popcorn, she wasn’t holding out much hope. Naomi was a habitual snack-stealer herself, taking a bite of candy or whatever food her brother would leave in her hands. Maybe it was a common trait among the Ledas.

“A lot of these aren’t even on Netflix and things, that’s why I haven’t gotten rid of these babies. Do you want to watch something that’s gotten awards or one that’s super cheesy?” She turned her head, revealing a big grin as she awaited the answer. As much as she wanted to get another person hooked on old Hollywood films, she wouldn’t mind torturing her with a cheesy film with over the top acting.

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[ 📲 • sms: the wife ] —— holy shit babe! [ 📲 • sms: the wife ] —— that is definitely your color[ 📲 • sms: the wife ] —— i’d return the favor but [ 📲 • sms: the wife ] —— maybe i can just return the favor later tonight when i’m home

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even though she’s off duty, everything about her screams cop  -- badge is still on her hip, and her car, despite being dark blue with detachable lights, is still very recognizable as a retired crown vic. she’s hoping despite all this, the girl is willing to talk to her at least -- she’s seen her while out canvasing before, and she’s worried. she looks young, maybe twenty, but she always looks a little beat up. visible bruises that always seem to almost but not quite healed. she has no doubt that she’s a runner, sucked into it like so many other kids in the city. she takes seeing her again today as some kind of sign - car pulled over to the sidewalk, she exits and offers her a smile. ❛ hey. my name is kel --  ❜ she can tell the other knows what she does, and is ready to bolt, and she’s trying her best to prevent that. ❛ i’m - i’m a detective. i was just wondering if i could give you a ride home --  ❜ hands are held up in a gesture of peace. ❛ or if there was anything i could do to help? ❜ she doesn’t want to say it but young drug runners almost always end up as jane does in a manila folder across her desk. she doesn’t want anymore of those. ❛ it’s not a trick, i promise. jus’ -- give me an address. i’ll drop you off, no questions. ❜   

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by now, she’s way too drunk to process anything sarah has said this entire car ride. if she’s being honest, she’s not really sure where they’re even going. ( as long as she’s with sarah, she doesn’t really mind where. ) she’s always been a fairly happy drunk, and tonight is no exception -- she happily sings along to whatever bubblegum pop garbage has come across the radio, watches the landscape outside zip by the window. ❛ hey, sarah -- where’re we goin’ again? ❜ she knows sarah has probably told her already, but her mind is fuzzy and she can’t quite remember. fingertips tap against the glass before she shifts, feeling the car slow and then come to a stop. she doesn’t recognize the building they’re at -- it’s small and brightly lit and it seems oddly familiar but she can’t recall where she’s seen it before ( or if she’s even been here before. ) she turns to sarah, smile still carved into her features. ❛ what is this place? looks kinda nice. ❜ she moves to unlock the door and step outside, but she stumbles, nearly falling into the parking lot. she straightens herself, weight leaning onto the door as she steps out. ❛ y’comin’, babe? ❜

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im d y in g im such a soppy girlfriend why am i like this