( she doesn't have a good excuse for what she's doing, intruding on a man who not long ago had gotten himself out of that city and the war that'd been raged on it's front, that'd been waged on him. she'd been a large part of that fight, seeking justice for a man who was so slandered by the so-called 'system'. well, the system was bullshit, and if it'd been bad then, it was only pitiable now. thing is, she's not going to him to talk about the further crumbling of hells kitchen, but of hers.
and maybe she can skirt around it, for a little while. cradle a tempered mug of coffee, black, and allow herself to take a breath. allow herself to believe that, even if just for tonight, she was safe.
but there was no greater delusion than believing she could ever be out of fisk's eyes, for he held them everywhere.
it's what leaves her sitting in her car, even after killing the heat. rounds of her cheeks are bitten red from the cold and breath fogs out before her, and she doesn't know how many times she counts the streetlights on that dimmed road, few and far between. she didn't park in front of the building he'd told her. she couldn't, not if someone came after her. but she has to tell herself that won't happen, that the corrupted agents had other tiers on their to-do list to tick off before coming for her.
because he doesn't deserve that. not ... any of this. and when she stands at his door, gives a lithe knock, she's wrapping arms around a thin frame, a hood pulled over golden locks. and she hopes. )
→ ｆｏｒ：thegoodbad.
and maybe she can skirt around it, for a little while. cradle a tempered mug of coffee, black, and allow herself to take a breath. allow herself to believe that, even if just for tonight, she was safe.
but there was no greater delusion than believing she could ever be out of fisk's eyes, for he held them everywhere.
it's what leaves her sitting in her car, even after killing the heat. rounds of her cheeks are bitten red from the cold and breath fogs out before her, and she doesn't know how many times she counts the streetlights on that dimmed road, few and far between. she didn't park in front of the building he'd told her. she couldn't, not if someone came after her. but she has to tell herself that won't happen, that the corrupted agents had other tiers on their to-do list to tick off before coming for her.
because he doesn't deserve that. not ... any of this. and when she stands at his door, gives a lithe knock, she's wrapping arms around a thin frame, a hood pulled over golden locks. and she hopes. )