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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-17 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ for a while, daisy's comfortable to just settle in, to sip her wine and watch the first movie play out. as promised, they both share commentary along the way, everything from questionable fashion choices to bad stage combat. but as nice as movies and wine and bobbi's company is, she didn't suggest chick flicks and cabernet just for the aesthetic.

there had been something she'd wanted to share. something she wanted to share with bobbi before she told anyone else. ]


Bobbi. [ murmured as she sets her glass down on the coffee table, as she dials down the volume on the tv so they won't have to talk quite so loud. it's still on, a distraction in the background, but not the main attraction. ] When you and Hunter were together, what did you call him? Before you got married, I mean.

[ and ... un-married. ]
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-22 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean, those all sound like Hunter.

[ and someone else. she tells herself the smile that curves up the corners of her mouth for a fleeting moment is out of fondness for the british man in question, though.

but bobbi's right. it's not what she meant. which begs another question. ]


How did you know? [ it's sort of a stupid question to ask, daisy thinks, but it's one she's been grappling with. ] I mean, what's the difference between some guy you're sleeping with and the guy you're … calling your significant other?

[ the word feels weighty in her mouth. a damning definition, one she can't hide from when things get difficult, one she can't just brush aside when things get hard. ]

If you had brought Hunter over for dinner with your friends, would you have introduced him that way?
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-24 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh. those are the questions daisy hasn't let herself answer yet. those are the questions that lead to undeniable answers. simple ones, but damning all the same.

she blows out a breath, and when she speaks, it's quiet. strained. as if she's fighting the admission. ]


Oh, god, a lot.

[ that should not be so difficult to say out loud. ]

But I don't know that I want to get over him. [ yeah, here she goes. ] I sleep better? Which is β€” absurd, really, but I do. I sleep better when I'm with him, I actually fall asleep. I mean, he drives me absolutely crazy sometimes, he's so … frustrating and stubborn and stoic, sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my mind just trying to talk to him β€”

[ she realizes her hands have done that thing where they're miming ripping someone's head off, and suddenly stops short, abashed. ]

When he went after that soldier during the raid, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Like my heart was stuck in my throat.

[ how much would it hurt? too much. it scares her. ]
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-26 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ but it's not as confident as she'd like it to be. there's still a layer of uncertainty lingering beneath the agreement. ]

I don't know what β€” [ a pause, as she lifts her glass from the coffee table to take a sip, an excuse mostly to try and corral her thoughts together ] What it is, I guess.

[ a label is, admittedly speaking, less important. but it's been bothering her. ]

I tried to ask him before, but I don't think he knows any better than I do.
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[personal profile] evite 2019-03-29 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ the fabric of her shirt prevents the empathy bond from blooming, but bobbi probably doesn't need it to know what daisy's feeling. she's never been very good at hiding her emotions, and in front of someone she trusts, she's a damn open book. ]

Real? [ it comes out uncertain, but she tries to push past the awkwardness to answer the question. ] I want... It's stupid, but I just want to be able to say, "this is what it is". Are we friends, are we fooling around, is it more than that, is it not?

[ it's hard to know. specifically avoiding saying any of the actual labels out loud to anyone isn't helping, though. ]

It doesn't help that I feel like a hormonal teenager any time I even think the word "boyfriend", though.