few words have been exchanged since leaving the smaller island. of course, there have been stolen glances and subtle guiding touches, but now they’re alone. you quietly wait for something anything. even if it just a protest or demand to be freed, at least then you’d know what she was thinking. instead you’re left studying her face : the way her features twist and morph in response to little things, wishing you would be able to make her feel even the slightest bit comfortable. you care for her. it’s utterly reckless and given your past track record of love affairs in poor taste, not to mention wildly bold to assume that her interests would lie anywhere other than the opposite sex.
chest caves in as lungs deflate, releasing a held breath of anticipation. “ it’s no trouble at all. ” the records provided on this woman had been limited, little to no information about personal life besides the numerous awards and articles written about her work in the medical field. her childhood had been normal, not suspenseful in the slightest way but early adulthood that’s where it had gotten interesting. documentation of virginia’s mid twenties just didn’t seem to exist, it was like she had been plucked out of thin air after finishing med school, and then dropped back into the world five years later. you’re fascinated by her mind, and greedy for more information. for the holes in her story, for any mundane detail that would help you get to know her.
“ that’s more than all right … i hope you’ll be comfortable here, with me. ” voice carrying a soft, satisfied tone. gaze travels along her form, starting at her mouth and moving down to her arms where hands trembled. “ why don’t i get the shower started for you ? or would you prefer a bath ? a nice long soak always makes me feel better … really gets rid of the grimy feeling that this place can leave you with. ”
it was like experiencing a fever dream — the love of her life finally within arms grasp after countless nights of praying for reunion. appearance identical to the memories her younger self had embedded deep within mind. juliet’s voice just as soothing as honey mixed with tea. subtle touches to skin as soft as silk. and as repulsing the status of prisoner was to virginia, there was zero intention of fleeing. the better part of judgement being hopeful that if anything bad were to happen — the blonde would step in. whatever mission other oceanic members were desperate to seek out, it did not matter. this was enough for the brunette, even if the history shared was never remembered.
dilated pupils fixate on one of the framed photographs displayed against the wall. showcasing a younger version of woman standing before her, surrounded by other members from the hydra — an aquatic branch from the dharma initiative. heart swelling with fondness but mourning, noting the hope radiating from the smile frozen in time — for she had the same when hired onto the project by horace. mentally pondering total count of victims the island had under its belt. fingers continue to nervously pick at the other before inquiry brings focus back to reality. readjusting tense stance, corners of lips upturn in the slightest amount — unnoticed if not paying attention. desperately wanting to confirm the woman’s intent.
anything offered from juliet sounded like heaven inside of the brunette’s ears. eyes jumping from the woman’s lips to the interior of bathroom. rouge now tinting down her exposed neck and chest. “just a shower… please?” doing best to not think about the offered bath — for the last time she had been inside that particular tub, the blonde had joined. virginia did best to swallow down the nausea continuing to churn, tucking strands perfectly behind ears out of habit. “you think the island is grimy?” inquiry clearly hesitated prior to leaving lips. following the woman into bathroom and avoiding all acknowledgement of the guest room, allowing the door frame to support some of the weight as arms remain crossed instinctively across middle.