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you didn't tell me you were married, you hussy!
[ Cellar didn't return to their room last night, and she hasn't made it to breakfast. A few hours into the morning, after all the chaos, a message pings Theo's phone. ]
im at the clinic
can you come get me
[ She can walk back to their room fine. She just doesn't want to be alone. ]
im at the clinic
can you come get me
[ She can walk back to their room fine. She just doesn't want to be alone. ]
[He goes to the clinic as fast as he can navigate the way, blue eyes sharp and alert around every corner and bend in the house; he's got on a pull over hoodie that his hands are in the pocket of as he comes into the clinic - scanning for her in unfamiliar territory. (He didn't even know there was a clinic to begin with.)]
Babe?
Babe?
[ She's sitting in the waiting room, some scrapes on her face, bruises and scratches on her knees. Her arm is tucked against her chest in a sling, stitched gashes and burn marks all bandaged up. In her good hand, Cellar absentmindedly spins a bottle of painkillers, staring at the opposite wall with a glare.
And then she sees Theo. ]
Teddie.
[ Her expression shifts immediately, a rush flooding her chest like light in an abandoned room. Standing up with a groan and a push, she hates that she already feels herself holding back an emotional reaction, making a concerted effort to think about how Theo is here, and that she doesn't have to be alone. ]
Thanks for coming.
[ Oh, her voice is affected. She definitely hates that. ]
Can we go?
And then she sees Theo. ]
Teddie.
[ Her expression shifts immediately, a rush flooding her chest like light in an abandoned room. Standing up with a groan and a push, she hates that she already feels herself holding back an emotional reaction, making a concerted effort to think about how Theo is here, and that she doesn't have to be alone. ]
Thanks for coming.
[ Oh, her voice is affected. She definitely hates that. ]
Can we go?
[She says his name and he's already heading over, hands out - reaching, seeking out some form of contact with her and ending up resting on her upper arms. He's looking her over, eyes downcast (staring at the wrist intently,) before his gaze creeps back up to look at her. He has gotten an entirely misguided assumption brewing in his head, from her missing overnight to looking like she was dragged by a city bus four blocks.
She wants to leave and he's not about to make her stay. But, with a voice cold like ice and lacking the whimsy and joy always present:]
Who did this to you?
She wants to leave and he's not about to make her stay. But, with a voice cold like ice and lacking the whimsy and joy always present:]
Who did this to you?
[ She flinches — most of the damage was to her shoulder, where the hound bit and burned until it popped out of place — but pain is something she's used to, and Theo's concern can't be held against him. (She didn't even scream when they put her shoulder back.) Cellar just shakes her head, lips pressing tellingly. She feels like a child. ]
Not here.
[ Her free hand shoves the bottle in her pocket, then takes Theo's. She'll be quiet on the way back to their room, fucking hoping that they don't get lost — and soon as she sees a bed, she'll sit down and sigh, elbow on her knee, forehead against her fingers. ]
Not here.
[ Her free hand shoves the bottle in her pocket, then takes Theo's. She'll be quiet on the way back to their room, fucking hoping that they don't get lost — and soon as she sees a bed, she'll sit down and sigh, elbow on her knee, forehead against her fingers. ]
i met a guy who fully doesn't keep his phone on him and i think it might be a dealbreaker but his weird vibes compel me still
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