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Love Me, Loathe Me. Unhinged Lance Wesker
Three hours later, Mavis is sitting at the dining table doing some paperwork. The tears have long dried, but the hollow feeling remains, lodged somewhere between her ribs, making every breath feel slightly too shallow. Nathan has fallen asleep on the couch after cartoons and snacks and questions she carefully dodged, his small body curled around a pillow, thumb tucked absentmindedly into the seam of the fabric.Now that Lance knows where she lives, she won't leave out the fact that he might do something crazy like send a kidnapper to come pick Nathan up in the dead of the night.He's married but as little as she knows, does not have a child with the redhead yet so of course, he'll come for his son.She watches curled up Nathan for a long time.This is her life, she reminds herself. This quiet, fragile, hard won normalcy is what she's always wanted and she'll get it now that her son is doing well.Whatever Lance Wesker thinks he can claim does not erase seven years of doing this alon
Love Me, Loathe Me. Mine as much as Yours!
"Yes!" Nathan responded excitedly to the jab disguised as a question.Lance sets his fork down slowly, a small frown creasing his face.The soft clink against the plate sounds louder than it should in the small dining space, and for a moment, that is the only sound between them. Nathan, oblivious to the shift but sensitive enough to feel it, stops clapping and looks between the two adults with mild confusion.Mavis does not look at Lance.She keeps her attention on her plate, chewing deliberately, jaw tight, as though the food suddenly requires more effort than it did five seconds ago. Her shoulders are squared, posture rigid, the very picture of someone bracing for some sort of physical impact.Lance exhales through his nose, a controlled breath that does nothing to hide the strain in his expression. When he speaks, his voice is calm, but there is an edge beneath it, sharpened by exhaustion and restraint.“That isn’t what I meant,” he says evenly.Mavis finally looks up then, her eye
Love Me, Loathe Me. Blanketed Jabs
He is slumped slightly and very uncomfortably to one side, head resting against the wall, long legs stretched out awkwardly in front of him. His jacket is folded beneath his head like a pillow, his tie loosened, shirt wrinkled from hours of wear, the flowers lay around him in wilted petals while his pristine face, usually so controlled and sharp, is slack with exhaustion.He is fast asleep right there at the door, he didn't leave before even after she'd closed the door in his face, the door to her own life and Nathan's but he'd stayed...For a long moment, she simply stares at him.Anger flares first, quickly.and quite familiar given that's the feeling he usually makes her have first, then closely followed by hurt, then confusion, then something dangerously close to tenderness. She thinks of all the things she could do in this moment, all the reactions she has every right to choose from, reactions that no one would fault her for either...She could very easily wake him and tell him
Love Me, Loathe Me. Father, Billionaire.
Mavis helps Nathan into bed with the motherly patience she has come to perfect over the years, that she'd learnt from staying up long nights and early mornings to take care of her child, and learning exactly how much gentleness a child needs when he is tired but trying very hard not to show it, excited too but sadly has to go to bed...He climbs under the covers without any protests while she holds up the cloth for him to climb under while he also keeps his eyes steadily on her, which already tells her more than he says out loud. Nathan has always been extra cooperative when something is bothering him or when he wants to ask something that's nagging at the back of his mind, as it is his quiet way of processing, of filing thoughts away until he feels safe enough to bring them out again.Ordinarily, he's supposed to argue about going to bed early, saying something like he's been in bed for a whole week at the hospital but now she wants to put him to bed again, but this time, his compli
Love Me, Loathe Me. Firm Resolve
Lance does not remember standing up from his kneeling position as though his memory for those few seconds had been totally reflexive, nothing from his thoughts.One moment he is on one knee, the next he is on his feet, the flowers slipping from his hands and hitting the concrete with a soft, pathetic thud that sounds far too loud in the hallway, at least it seems as so for him.Shortly after, the door closes in his face, not slammed and absolutely not dramatic.She just… closed it.The click of the lock is careful, almost gentle, and somehow that hurts worse than if she had screamed at him.He hears a muffled slide down on the other side of the door, staying right there, on the same spot for several seconds longer than makes sense, staring at the door like it might reopen if he wills it hard enough. Like she might step back out and say she made a mistake, that he misunderstood, that the word Mommy was a coincidence or play or something that can be undone or just a prepared prank beca
Love Me, Loathe Me. Cross Feelings
The word hangs between them like something that transmits electric shock, because really, they literally both shiver as soon as the word hits.Mommy...Mavis feels it strike first in her chest, then ripple outward, freezing her limbs, stealing the air from her lungs. Her body reacts before her mind does as she steps back instinctively, placing herself fully between Nathan in a very protective manner and the man still kneeling at her door.Lance does not move from his spot on the floor.He stares... At Nathan, at the small hand curled into the fabric of her dress and at the child’s face that's all too familiar, too precise in its resemblance, like a memory sharpened into flesh.His mouth parts slightly, but no sound comes out and he ends up closing it, nothing but a gust of air coming up.For a man who has always controlled rooms, conversations, entire corporations with little more than his presence, the silence utterly disarms him and he's suddenly feeling as though his nakedness is o
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