[SEMI-CLOSED] i am my mother's savage daughter.

[killtime]

Who ⬤ The Bastard Andromache & her associates
What ⬤ Catch-all adventures for the Worst Cop Woman™
When ⬤ Late August through September
Where ⬤ The Department offices, Enma and Shuten Territories, etc.
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex. To be updated as needed!

⬤ Permission's Post
⬤ @ whaler#7695 for starters!
⬤ Wildcards welcome from existing CR

Comments

[killtime]

[ Maybe it's dangerous, to make an unspoken offer like that to a creature both so volatile and so weak. Andy is flayed open, all her raw feelings exposed to the woman holding her, kissing her so gently — and it makes her greedy, hungry for what comfort she can get when every part of her aches with loss and grief. She's never claimed to be a good person. She's never said she wasn't selfish.

It's an act of both need and self-sabotage when she turns in Emily's arms, pushing forward to crush their mouths together, her hands fisting tightly in Emily's clothes. ]

[medicative]

[this is no tender kiss to let her down gently, this is a kiss that snatches the breath from her lungs, hot and insistent and laced with the pain that Andy feels. and Emily doesn't know what to do other than to kiss her back, as if that would offer something to ease it, if that will give her stability, if she needs it.

the fabric of her dress crumples easily under Andy's hands, keeping them together - Emily doesn't know what to do with her own, still holding on but not the most sure. holding, not grasping for. this is new territory for her.]

[killtime]

[ She's not using her head — not thinking — because if she was, she would know better than to do this. Before, there had always been an unspoken line between them that neither had ever crossed — but she's nothing more than pain and feeling now, guided by need and impulse when she backs Emily up against the nearest wall. Her body presses up flush against Emily's, the water clinging to her hair and her skin soaking through Emily's dress.

Her exhale into the space between their mouths is unsteady. ]

I need you.

[ It's a question. ]

[medicative]

Andy...

[don't say that to her. because her heart on reflex begins to bleed, because she needs her and that's enough to have her offer, to carve a space in herself and let Andy in. how can she tell her no, seeing that pain, wanting to relieve her, wanting things to be all right again?

she kisses her instead, trying to pour all she feels into it, hands tangling into dark hair. what can she do apart from weep for her? what can she do apart from give even more, to try and numb away that sorrow? what does she want - take it, if it helps.]