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prompts!

[cosmetological]

A: Picture

B: Text Message
Whatever you hear, my arm is entirely attached to the rest of me and I'm doing just fine. We're on the way back now.

Prompt B

[ishisstrength]

I'll be waiting.

[There is a pause before he receives another text.]

With bandages.

[cosmetological]

You don't need to wait up. I mean, I appreciate the bandages, but you don't have to.

[ Likelihood it's worse than he's pretending it is? Pretty high. Likelihood he doesn't want to freak her out? Well, he knows she can certainly handle it, but he'd really rather not. As if their lives aren't horrific enough as it is most of the time... ]

[ishisstrength]

You know I will anyway Thomas

[Even in a text her confidence, affection and assurance radiated. She isn't the sort of person who'd leave him on his own, let alone hurt. There are ways she can help and ways she can't but Justine is always willing.]

[cosmetological]

Just keep in mind it looks worse than it is, okay?

[ But man, does he want her. He's hurting and the first thing he wants is to just sink into her presence and curl up with her and-

It's dangerous, he knows it's dangerous, but he knows how to control himself. He'll take just enough to get this into working condition and take tomorrow off. It'll be great. Once he gets there. ]

[ishisstrength]

[She reads his message several times before flicking open her phone to reply. Justine hesitates, her fingers hovering above the keys for a moment or too.]

I trust you.

[It's a simple reply. One that says a great deal more than what's written: it means that she knows he's alright, that she knows he's coming to her, that he's in control and he knows that she loves him.

There are times when it is felt between them. The alluring static that fills the air when they're in the same room, usually standing as a pair, but no. It doesn't need to be said.]

prompt A

[ishisstrength]

Their meeting had to be a secret. Justine belonged to the White Court which no longer included Thomas. She didn't mind. He was free of the poison of the court, the lies, the backstabbing. He wasn't safe, none of them were, but he had a chance to make a life for himself. She'd noticed that he looked happier, during those rare moments that Justine was able to see him.

Today she'd managed to slip away. Lara thought that she was on a mission to obtain some very valuable documents for her, which Justine intended to do, after this. She was wearing what looked like a secretaries outfit: a pencil skirt, a pair of heels and a nice blouse. Her stark white hair was twisted and pulled on top of her head, leaving thin wisps to frame her perfectly pale complexion.

Her and Thomas's relationship had always been something unique and she never tried to define it. He was her savior, her light and everything she did was for him. She pressed her back against the lighthouse's wall and waited, feeling the minutes tick as timed slowed.

She hoped that he'd be able to make it.