LOGINAfter she said that, Lance moves to turn off the TV, letting silence reign in the room before he does anything again, putting his own angry thoughts in order first, before trying to say or do anything that might very well worsen the situation.Mavis stands exactly where she is, her eyes still locked on the television. The screen is black, but it doesn’t matter. The words have already burned themselves into her mind, repeating again and again what they've called her without knowing anything that has happened within the past seven years or anything at all.All the words, "Cheap women... Calculated... Trap..." Everything.They've basically just called her a whore.She exhales shakily, releasing her twisted up fists, but it does nothing to steady her.Lance watches her carefully, every instinct in him split between stepping closer, hugging her, and giving her space, stepping away. He chooses the middle ground, not far away that she can't touch him, not too class that he's invading her per
Morning at Lance Wesker’s estate does not begin simply with the sun rising. Staff are already milling about doing their day jobs, everything is up and running before the man himself, and today, it starts before the boy makes the first move out of bed.It begins very early with Nathan padding down the stairs with his loud feet, slamming down every inch as he scrambles to get to the lower floor but since it's his first morning here, it's a little hard and he keeps opening and closing doors before actually getting to the one he's after.Nathan wakes before the sun has fully claimed the sky, the excitement of being in a new house refusing to let him sleep any longer than he possibly tried to. He pads down the hallway in oversized socks, hair messy, eyes too bright for someone who woke up literally ten minutes before, already narrating his own adventure under his breath.Lance is awake too anyway, hearing as the boy goes down the stairs in a hurry while he worries about him falling down th
Charlotte barely remembers walking out of the house in so much anger that her fingers were curled into fists beside her. The front door had closed behind her with a heavy thud, but the echo of Lance’s words still rang loudly in her ears, her mind unable to ungrasp it. "...You were never my future." Well, ouch of all ouchs! He, of all people, could say so her to her after she'd stuck to him for so long? Whenever his company was up or down, contract gotten or denied, she'd always been available for him but now that some twat has appeared, she's suddenly out of his future? She stiffens a scoff. Her heels struck sharply against the stone path as she marched toward her car, her jaw clenched so tightly it almost hurt. The cool late morning air did nothing to calm the heat rushing through her chest. Humiliation and fury burned under her skin, so hot that she just wants to scream right there, on the spot, but that'll just justify that woman's calmness further. That annoyingly calm woma
Mavis holds back a scoff when she recognizes her from the day before.Charlotte on the other hand as well, she pauses when she sees Mavis, right in front of Lance, the space between them quite questionable.The confusion shifts to irritation which also shifts instantly into something possessive.“Well… Well… Well,” Charlotte starts slowly, eyes flicking over Mavis from head to toe, lingering just long enough to be insulting. “This is unexpected. Everything about this is, I did not think I was going to see you here, you left so heartbroken just yesterday and you’re already here today.”Lance straightens slightly, a warning look coming on to his face. “Charlotte, watch what you say to my guest.”She looks at him then, brows lifting. “You didn’t tell me you had company.”Mavis feels the frost from Charlotte settle in her bones, but since she’s riled up and worse, here without her own permission, she’d at least defend it against this wanna be.There is something between her and Lance thou
The drive into Lance’s huge estate is quiet and smooth, the city giving way to wide stretches of green and tall, well-kept trees right at the entrance of the large estate.Black iron gates open automatically, and once they pass through, the world outside feels far away and irrelevant. The driveway curves through orderly lawns and trimmed hedges, everything neat without being showy. When the house comes into view, it is large and solid, built of pale stone with wide windows and clean lines that make it look both modern and long-established.The space around it is vast, open, and carefully maintained, with nothing out of place.Nathan presses his face to the window, openly amazed while he takes all of the sight in, while Mavis sits stiffly, taking it all in with less show of interest like her son but more of unease. As the car slows near the entrance, staff are already waiting there, waiting to receive their visitors and boss.Mavis realizes, with a tightening in her chest, that this is
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
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
Dinner ends up stretching on for longer than Mavis expects, not because the food is heavy, that's not it at all, but because the conversation is light between herself and Nathan.Who'd have thought a week of separation would cause so much to talk about? Coupled with his surgery too? That she's tryi
Morning arrives gently as the soft sunlight rays are what wakes her up from the long couch she'd slept off on.Not with urgency or alarms or nurses bustling in too early, but with pale sunlight slipping through the hospital blinds and landing softly across Nathan’s face as well. Mavis wakes before
Nathan does not wait for her to cross the room as soon as their eyes meet in that second.The moment he says her name, he is already trying to sit up, his thin arms pushing against the mattress with more determination than strength. Mavis is there, by his side, in seconds, dropping her bag to the







