SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 100
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 17:05:25 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Aug 1, 2023 18:58:59 GMT
”Thanks, ma. I’ll call you later.” Taking the bag with its load of polystyrene containers from her mom, Sadie smacked a kiss on her cheek and headed for the door. She’d seen the look her mom had been given her as she’d ordered two lots of chocolate chip pancakes and coffee. She hadn’t offered up any sort of an explanation, but given how public the situation with Darcey had been here, it hadn’t really needed it. It was either a do-over, or she was going to pound on Mitch’s door to force him into an impromptu write-in – not today.
She’d gotten over it in the end – somewhere between closing the door in Darcey’s face and flopping back in bed, satisfied, a little smug and feeling a little foolish for having let it get to her for so long. Maybe if he’d shown up at her door between him storming away and his sister coming back it would’ve been long over and done with. She wouldn’t have even wrung an apology out of him, although in the end it hadn’t helped. Sure, she’d had to coach Darcey through it, but that was because the whole situation, including what he’d said about her, had slipped out of his head like a bad smell that had quickly wafted it away. She’d given it a lot more headspace, thin skinned for once in her life.
As though it was determined to make her look even more like an asshole her muse had come roaring back in that hot rush along with everything else. Every morning for weeks Sadie had planted herself in front of her laptop – alright, maybe she’d been half ignoring the edits she was supposed to be making to the already in progress series book, but she was writing – either at the kitchen table or in her spot at the diner. Writing had never been a 9-5 to her, she wasn’t Mitch after all. It had become almost that though, fuelled by coffee and whatever her mom had deposited in front of her. At least 8 hours a day and man, it was good stuff.
Sadie switched the bag from hand to hand, reaching down to pat the side of her oversized hobo bag fondly. It was always crammed to the brim with crap she continually intended to clear out, but she could feel the solid outlines of her half dozen notebooks and her precious. Against every reckless move she usually made she’d plugged in her external hard drive dutifully every night. Each file saved to the cloud, to the laptop itself, to the drive. This was her moment of absolute genius, she wasn’t taking a single risk with it. She guessed she’d have to thank Darcey – and maybe Nicky too, after all it wasn’t just Darcey controlling their little empire here – eventually. Olive branch first though, she’d work up to everything else once they were maybe back at the point of roast dinners and interrogations about their store back home on the couch.
Shop. Not store. Sadie almost smacked herself in the forehead, but stopped at the last moment to avoid crumpling take out containers and coffee cups against her face. There, that was proof that she was gonna need Darcey to get through this. Darcey or a hundred hours on Google making sure she wasn’t writing stupid shit that’d ring false to anybody who read this new sideline.
She hadn’t visited the store here, not even before everything had gotten murky. That was changing this morning. Sadie approached at a stroll, barrelling through the front door of it without a pause. Her gaze shot up to the bell that tinkled overhead, snorting lightly. Alright, that fit right with what she’d imagined. A velvet drape behind the door – to shut up lookie-loos after hours she guessed – and covering the doorway behind the counter too. Crowded tables and shelves around part of the space, glass counters glittering along the back, undoubtedly holding anything of value in the place.
The space behind the counter was empty for the moment, although she didn’t imagine that would last. Sadie sidestepped, moving along one of those aisles. She stretched out a hand, brushing fingertips over a stand of necklaces, some that wouldn’t have been out of place in the stall she’d created for the Reid-alikes in her series novel. Hmm. Pretty, especially the longest one. It dripped with a deep purple stone that would end up right …
Plucking the necklace from the stand, Sadie slipped it over her neck. Yep. Just like she thought, the stone slithered into the cleavage framed by the deep neck of her top. That was definitely coming home with her. Carrying it with her, she approached the counter. Still no movement. She scanned the top of the counter, spotting the brass bell tucked to one side. They had to be shitting her. Her lips curled into a smirk as she set the bag of food down. This totally fed into her fantasies of big old mansions and a butler handling every whim. Hey, she was pretty restrained, only trilling it with three little taps before she stepped back towards the bags.
At the twitch of the drape, she propped herself against the counter, the fat purple stone swinging from the slope of her chest like a pendulum. ”What do you know, it actually works. I’m stealing that.” She gestured at the bell, then wiggled her fingers back towards the necklace. ”And this. What’s the ‘friend who wants to apologise for almost braining you with a fruit bowl she would’ve been bummed about shattering’ discount on it?” There, that hadn’t been so hard. Apologies rarely were unless you were completely unaware that someone thought one had even been deserved. The smile tugged higher at one corner of mouth. ”Hi. I figured I’d come and see you in your domain, kill two birds with one stone, you know.”
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DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 59
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 23:19:14 GMT
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Post by DARCEY REID on Aug 28, 2023 22:26:49 GMT
 ━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
At least this place had Maeve. God, she was still as beautiful as the day he’d rescued her. Less freaked out, of course, which he appreciated. He wanted to check on her, make sure she was doing alright, but Nicky was handling some of that. Darce would definitely swoop in, though, he just didn’t want to overwhelm her too early. He stuck to infrequent visits to her flat upstairs for now.
And Sadie’s stack of papers sat in the corner of his room, eventually forgotten after being drowned by dirty laundry. He’d found them this morning, though, surprised by the stack’s presence when he picked up his jeans. He still didn’t touch it, though. It made him think of Sadie━all of her━and while that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, he just didn’t know where they stood. He could’ve read it, but then he would’ve felt inclined to reach out, and he didn’t know how. Darcey hadn’t meant for it to have taken this long, though.
But Sadie was the one who was upset, and he’d apologized, so, really, if she wanted to, he figured she should’ve said something. It was her bloody story, after all.
Darcey hadn’t heard the front bell ring as he rummaged through the items in the back, grumbling when a cot and blanket lay wedged between two boxes. He didn’t know where the fuck they’d come from, but they did not help his mood. If he wasn’t careful, this place would go up in flames just like the box of film reels had the first time he’d used his magic.
By the time the three chimes rang through the store, Darcey was tossing a half-empty box across the room and grumbling obscenities at it. He stood and trudged out from behind the curtain, his step slowing somewhat when he realized who was here.
And what she had on display.
Never mind the rolled amethyst hanging from her neck (still with a tiny white price tag on it━was she intending to pay for that?), that was the lowest goddamn cut shirt he’d ever seen her wear, and it (surprisingly) wasn’t any less intriguing now that he’d seen what was beneath.
Darcey scoffed at her question; she was planning to pay for it, he supposed, even if she wanted a discount. “Is that ‘ow apologies are supposed to go?” He walked to the other side of the counter and raised his brows at her. It sounded suspiciously similar to the one she’d deemed ‘not good enough’ when it came from Darcey. Double standards, eh? “A non-apology, where ya care more about a fruit dish than my ‘ead?” He asked, motioning to it for good measure. “Fifty.” Darcey said with a nod, and a certainness in his tone, adding a nod to solidify it. The price tag said it was twenty dollars, but ah, she’d asked for her special price.
“Yeah,” Darcey nodded, trying not to get offended. It sounded like she really only wanted to come because of her book. And that was fine, really, if she just wanted to use him, but after all that’d happened, he really didn’t know what the fuck she wanted. Women. “Gettin’ lots of inspiration for yer book?” He asked, blue eyes ticking around the store’s innards. When they returned to her, his gaze almost immediately went to the bag and the coffee cups. Alright, maybe he wasn’t so offended after all.
“What’s all this, then?” He asked, grinning as he reached out to peel the top of the bag back, pulling out one container. As soon as he opened it, Darcey was beaming, a light chuckle in his words, “This your version of wavin’ a white flag?” Because he’d take it, no questions asked. He was absolutely starving, and hadn’t realized it ‘til Sadie reminded him in the best way possible.
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 100
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 17:05:25 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Sept 14, 2023 18:21:34 GMT
The shop – that half imagined little patch of London (north, she was sure he’d said north London) - had always seemed cluttered in her imagination. Darcey had practically painted a picture of it for her, describing how the family had squeezed in to the flat above the shop and all the stuff crammed onto racks and shelves down below. This place was busy, the tables and counters loaded up, but it was clean. Sadie snorted faintly as the grumbling sounded behind the drape. Someone had probably been pressed into frequent action with a feather duster, but she doubted it was Darcey. She couldn’t picture it – oh no, wait, a little maid’s apron maybe...
He’d have done more than just scuff if she’d told him about that masterpiece of a mental image. Those freckles would’ve probably been swallowed up by a rush of colour. Darcey was probably far more used to playing security guard (did people actual steal from places like this?) than a maid. Little sisters were easier to force into doing the grunt work for you.
Sadie went to straighten up as he approached, but she eased back in, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Now who was it Ruby had thought was salty? Oh, right, her. Yeeaaaah. She pursed her lips, then let out a sigh that had the pendant swinging again. ”Darcey, I’m sorry for not using my words to tell you I was pissed off.” And she wasn’t saying it just to get some money off of the necklace she’d have paid full price for anyway. ”That is my favourite fruit bowl though. I’d have hated to smash it … or your head.” The later would’ve had her letting out a tidal wave of apologies immediately. Forget playing nurse after she’d stopped, she would have been dragging him to her car, praying that she hadn’t done some real damage.
Fifty? Was it actually a precious stone and not just some bit of pretty glass? She narrowed her eyes, glancing down at herself as though she could catch anything scrawled on that little label. It swung out of sight again and she gave up. She’d bargain him down before she walked out of here – telling him to fish it out himself if he was gonna name ridiculous price.
”Mhmm,” she murmured as he asked if she was getting inspiration from it. Her gaze followed his for a moment as she twisted enough to look around the shop again. It wasn’t exactly what she needed for the book, but the bare bones were there in the jewel like stained glass lampshades and that heavy pair of candlesticks that looked like they’d do some real damage if you needed to pull off a whole Clue scenario. ”I’ll still need to pump you for more though. It’s all taking off more than I expected.” AKA her brain had fixed on an idea and had blown her muse up (after she’d sworn blind that what had happened hadn’t put a damper on her career. She’d never have let it full entirely apart over a guy, but she’d been a slave to the sulks and looking back, she was pissed at herself more than she had been him in the end.
Any sour there might’ve been over him tossing her complaints back at her faded as she looked back. Sadie flicked the bag as Darcey reached into it. As far as olive branches went, chocolate chip pancakes felt a little ridiculous, but they were meaningful at least (hopefully not in the ‘hey, wasn’t it hilarious that you ended up feeling like you were cheating on your dead wife’ kind of a way). ”I would’ve said I did that before, but that t-shirt wasn’t white come to think about it.” Her panties hadn’t been either and she hadn’t so much waved it as shoved it at him as she’d strutted away, buoyed with unexpected confidence.
Glancing down into the crevasse of her cleavage - framed very nicely by the shirt she’d pulled out of the back of her closet, thank you very much – she considered it. Today was a white day after all, but she wasn’t about to put on a repeat show in the middle of the family’s shop. It was a little too public, even for Sadie the Super Confident. ”That’s the main part of the apology. We didn’t get to have the pancakes before and I’ve been cloistered in my apartment working too hard to drag myself out. I figured I’d drag my head out of it and make sure you got a taste at least once. Have you eaten already?” Maybe she ought to have checked that before she swung in here like she was bringing nectar from the Gods. Brows drawing together like she’d be able to tell Sadie stretched sideways, looking over his shoulder towards the back. The curtain blocked her whole view, but a quick sniff didn’t reveal the scent of bacon, at least.
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DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 59
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 23:19:14 GMT
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Post by DARCEY REID on Oct 9, 2023 2:10:51 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
But it couldn’t only be about that, could it? Sadie fancied him. She’d practically admitted to it the day he’d shown up at her place, and now she was trying to pretend that all she wanted was to research her book again. Nah, he wasn’t offended━Darcey saw through her bullshit. It took him a minute, but he did.
“Takin’ off? As in, your publisher likes it, or…?” He asked, only mildly confused. He knew she hadn’t started selling it yet, so this wasn’t about a sequel━wait, did she think it wouldn’t be good? Was she asking him for information for a book she didn’t intend to be interested in? Well, Darcey figured it wasn’t really any sweat off his back, in that case━he got paid in peep shows and chocolate chip pancakes.
He dug a container out of the bag and popped it open, then grinned, pulling up a stool. “You can come ‘round, if ya want.” He motioned to the spot where she could get through, “Nowhere t’sit in the back━” Especially not since he’d been throwing everything around, “━But I’ve got a few chairs.” Two, to be exact. He pulled the second stool up to the edge of the counter, though he didn’t wait for Sadie before he began to tear into the first pancake with a plastic fork he’d retrieved from the bag.
And then, of course, he almost choked on them.
He honestly didn’t think Sadie would ever bring it up again, but then he wondered why he ever could’ve thought that. It was Sadie; of course she would. And she’d do it while he had a mouth full of pancakes, too. “Jesus,” He muttered around what was in his mouth, his brows raised, but he was smiling as he chewed and swallowed. “Well, you can always try again.” Darcey said under his breath, though he knew it’d be loud enough for her to hear him, a small smirk growing on his lips as his eyes flicked up to hers━then to her cleavage━and back to his pancakes again just as quick. He saw her look at the store’s innards as though she were considering it, and Darcey almost said a quick not here, but then there was no doubt she would actually brain him with the fruit bowl. He kept his mouth otherwise occupied by the pancakes.
By the way he was shoving them down his throat, she should’ve already known the answer, but Darcey shook his head anyway. Right. The pancakes they hadn’t been able to eat the day he walked out. “Yeah… you didn’t ‘aveta bring ‘em. It was my fault last time, y’know…” He trailed off and took another bite. Did he have to apologize again? He sincerely hoped not. “Workin’ on the book? Without my ‘elp?” His brows went up again, blue eyes ticking sideways and over her face. Darcey smiled, “Sure you wanna do that? What if you’ve made some grave American error? Ruined the vibe?” He put on his best American accent for the last question, an amused expression written all over his face. He was setting himself up for failure, wasn’t he? She would ask about the pages he hadn’t read next, and Darcey would feel like an absolute prick for not readin’ them yet.
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 100
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 17:05:25 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Oct 9, 2023 17:55:07 GMT
Sadie stared at Darcey as he echoed her. Somehow the words had been perfectly reasonable and understandable in her head, but tripping off of Darcey’s tongue added a flare of double entendre to them. The last time she’d been this close to him she’d been taking something off. Reclaiming what she’d buried out of self-pity in a rather eye-opening way that was now gonna haunt her forever.
Her chin lifted faintly as she squashed the idea of crossing her arms over her chest to try and hide any more reminders of that little spectacle – problem was that it would just push everything up into the scoop neck of her top, leaving the stone as the crowning glory atop her cleavage. ”Taking off as in my editor’s super keen on what she’s seen and I’m writing like a crazy woman.” Hence the weeks it had taken her to come crawling back with her chocolate chip studied mea culpa. If her publishers were as keen on it as her editor seemed to be, then as soon as this book was in the can she could start on those prequels.
There’d have been some sort of a celebratory breakfast for it eventually, as there always were for the members of their little breakfast club when something major happened. Gathered around a table at the Coffee Bean, or more likely, taking over some corner at Campbell’s. One round would become six or seven and then it would descend into the chaos of a handful of writers weaving ideas like a giant spider web over the table, just waiting to snare their imaginations and distract them from what they were supposed to be working on. At least this time she’d be able to walk out under her own steam, feeling just a little stuffed from the pancakes.
Blue eyes narrowed, waiting to see if there’d be some curse on these pancakes, but Darcey was inviting her around instead. On the other side of the counter. He didn’t have to mention it twice, Sadie was already scooting through the gap, careful not to send anything flying in the eager scramble. No matter what you were doing, once you crossed the counter it was all different. As a kid she’d always begged to be let into the kitchen at the Diner. Eventually she’d gotten her way, although nobody had pulled up a chair for her then (alright, health and safety was probably right about letting excitable little kids that close to the flames).
”Too crowded, or is it against the rules to be eating breakfast back there when you’re meant to be watching the … shop?” She put emphasis on getting the right word for it. Sadie craned a look over her shoulder as she slipped herself up onto the stool Darcey had dragged up for her. There was a curtain blocking most of her view, although like every other line that’d ever been drawn for her, she’d see if that had any room to manoeuvre it later. She could always bargain for it the same way she would the necklace, with an extra flash of cleavage or a flutter of lashes.
The former definitely had power still. Sadie straightened up, smirking as she tugged her container of pancakes from the bag while Darcey spluttered. She flipped her container open, winging a brow at him. ”You want me waving the white, lacy flag? Is that gonna knock a few dollars off the price of this?” Aud would’ve been the angel on her shoulder telling her not to play dirty, but her best friend had abandoned her for work of late and she’d always been willing to hit below the belt. Sadie lifted a hand, tracing a finger up the deep dip of her cleavage until she was lifting the pendant and letting it swing off her finger.
There was a dare there in his smirk and she knew she shouldn’t have felt that hum in the pit of her stomach as those bright blue eyes dropped from hers to the perfectly framed, creamy acres of cleavage and down to his pancakes, but she did. Any reaction he’d had beyond that first slap of astonishment had been hidden behind her apartment door the last time, this time it’d be right there. What he’d said about the woman he’d rescued had suggested that Darcey was finally moving on from his dead wife, but Sadie wasn’t sure she was ready to test those waters – not when things were just getting back to how they’d been between them.
Warmth flushed her chest, spreading up into her face as she glanced around, looking at everything but Darcey until she could force the tell-tale blush away again. ”Not a hundred percent your fault last time,” she admitted, glancing back at him as she picked up her own plastic fork to dig into the pancakes. ”I did owe you an apology for not realising I was giving the wrong impression.” And for not putting the circumstances first when it came to trying to move past her stinging ego.
Aiming her fork at Darcey, Sadie smirked at him. ”That’s what you’re for. To tell me what I got wrong, to make sure I’m not messing with your whole family history thing here. To make sure I don’t forget what yorkies taste like … you know details matter.” That Cheshire Cat grin had a hint of ‘I’ve missed having you around’ to it. ”Sooo....” she drawled, that smugness of her grin dimming a little. ”What did you think of the vibe? Or did those pages go right up in flames?” Either from a libido she’d stoked and then left hanging – could blue balls actually cause spontaneous combustion or was that just fanfic like bullshit? - or out of irritation. Honestly, she wouldn’t have blamed him, but the t-shirt she’d have been pissed about. It was one of her old favourites.
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DARCEY REID
Warlock
Posts: 59
Played by:
Julia
"The thought of this was heavenly at first, now it's where Hell will be."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 23:19:14 GMT
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Post by DARCEY REID on Nov 12, 2023 17:57:13 GMT
━ there is good in my heart, but these hands belong to the devil ━
“Good one,” He smirked, raising a brow at her. “Too crowded as in it’s a bloody mess I’ve been tidyin’,” Alright, that wasn’t exactly true, but he would… eventually. Or maybe he’d come back tomorrow and Cassie would’ve already handled it. That was the least possible shit he could’ve put her through after her little boyfriend came to threaten him.
And then his mind was suddenly cleared of all that as he choked, remembering the way she’d shimmied off after stripping down. “It could,” He said smoothly, despite how his pancakes had spluttered on the way down. Somehow, he’d recovered nicely. “Ya wanna try yer luck?” It was a wonder how easily he flirted, a grin pulling up the edges of his lips, his blue eyes dancing with something playful in them━as if he wasn’t totally out of practice. It didn’t feel that way with Sadie, though, and he attributed their friendship… that’s what she was feeling, too, wasn’t it?
He felt warm in his stomach as she looked away to hide her blush, though.
“Ah,” He shrugged as the conversation faded into something else again. “Water under th’bridge.” And that was that. They didn’t have to keep bringing it up. After nearly losing his head to a fruit bowl, then getting treated to make-up pancakes, the situation had been exhausted. So had the apologies. He didn’t harbour any resentment, and he hoped this meant she didn’t, either.
She brought up the yorkies, and Darcey wondered if that was a nudge to make her dinner again. If so, she’d have to wait. He had a bunch of shit going on now, and while he’d like nothing more than to be normal with Sadie again, it felt… too much like a date the last time. If he would jump to cooking dinner for anybody, it’d be Maeve.
And while she immediately gave him an “out” for the pages he hadn’t read, Darcey still cringed internally when she mentioned them. His playful grin died at the edges, and his eyes skittered back to his food, shoving another forkful in his mouth to (try to) cover up the change. He lied even though she clearly hadn’t expected him to read them, mostly because he knew he’d see disappointment on her face even if he was honest. “Erm…” He said as he swallowed his mouthful, “‘Aven’t finished ‘em. I’ve been busy, y’know,” He shrugged, his eyes jumping to hers as he offered a reassuring smile, “Makin’ sure Mandy and Maeve are settlin’ in. But the vibe was good from what I’ve read so far. Got notes, though━of course.” He lied easily, then chuckled as he teased her. It wasn’t so bad━it would probably be the truth if he’d bothered to pick them up in the first place. But now that Sadie was here━low cut top and all━he had a reminder to actually go through ‘em now.
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SADIE VALENCIA
Human
Posts: 100
Age:
28
Occupation:
Author
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 17:05:25 GMT
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Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Dec 9, 2023 18:11:11 GMT
It was far easier picturing the look that had been on Darcey’s face as she peeled her t-shirt off in her apartment than it was imagining him pottering around in the back of the store with a feather duster, tidyin’ the place up. Oh yeah, there it was again, not quite as mutely stunned this time, but definitely there.
Sadie narrowed her eyes, smirking as she considered his offer. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, her fuck you demolishing some of the awkwardness between them so she could stand in the rubble of it now. They’d been fine, better than fine, before Mandy had been taken and they were getting back there, which meant…
Hooking a finger into the low neckline of her shirt, she drew it away from her skin an inch and glanced down. The hmm slipped out of her as smoothly as his question had, then she was clucking her tongue and let it fall back. ”I might’ve, but I didn’t go white and lacy today.” Somehow she didn’t think that deep plum and silky would alter the terms much, but there was still a line here between the friendliness they’d had before and what the waitress had thought was going on and she’d wasn’t to go belly flopping over it just to save herself a few dollars.
Oh, she wanted to though. She just wasn’t foolish enough to believe that the playfulness in Darcey’s eyes and that glance down at her chest meant that he wanted to. The blush rose in her cheeks before she stuff the feelings back down inside though. Glancing away, Sadie tried to brush it all aside, covering it up with what remained of her apology. She nodded slowly at Darcey’s assurance that what had marred their friendship was just water under the bridge now. Leaning in, she bumped her shoulder into his, accepting it like a cat with that little nudge of affection.
With that gone from between them, her appetite bit back – the pancakes were as good as she’d told him they were and this time she was actually gonna get to eat them. She forked into them, dipping a wedge into the little slick of syrup. Maybe they would get back to those occasional meals, research done in person again instead of in frustrating bursts of internet searching that never gave you anything half as vivid as you got with a first hand description. Dozens of questions had stacked up in her notebook as she’d written, highlighted sections in her file marking out where she’d wanted to clarify shit with him to make sure she was getting everything down right. Those pesky little details some reader would bitch her out about if she didn’t get it right.
”Figured you probably had been.” Sadie licked the syrup from her lip, trying not to feel a little bitter about Maeve being the reason he hadn’t. The two of them had been held by some maniac, those sort of wounds didn’t heal in an instant. It took like therapy and years of healing, which probably included having family around, just the way her mom had her dad’s team when he’d died. Drawing in a deep breath, Sadie nodded. ”At least I know I’m on the right path with it. I’ve got notes for you too – questions really – but we can get to those later. I wanna hear all about Maeve, after the pancakes. Eat them while they’re still hot.” Maybe by the time they were done that little hollow in the pit of her stomach at the thought of the perfect, fragile, porcelain doll of a woman would have filled in and he’d have forgotten she even had the pendant nestled in her cleavage.
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