“He knows better now. He knows. He’s wherever Harry is. He can still see us. Somehow.”
oh thank goodness
“It doesn’t hurt,” he assured, as she laid a tentative hand over the burn-like scar just over his heart. The skin was shiny and smooth to the touch unlike the raised, faded marks of the Boo Hag’s claws, a perfect dragonfly stamped above that older tissue.
:)
She hesitated in the doorway, hand on the light switch, and looked back over one shoulder. “Hmm?”
“Marry me.”
The smile she flashed was as brilliant as a shooting star. “Absolutely.”
SLAFDKJWOEIRUWEFKAS;LVKMASUFIHPAWERIUAKFJSD;LA
FEELS
“My son,” Tilda said slowly, haltingly. “Doesn’t make deep connections easily. In that aspect, he takes after me rather than his father. He’s very sociable, and makes friends easily, but there are few he truly takes into his heart. You must be a singular woman to have earned a place in that heart. I hope you appreciate that gravity.”
“I don’t want to hurt him,” Charlie said quietly. “…I don’t really deserve him, to be honest.”
“Whether you do or not is irrelevant,” Tilda said sharply. “He thinks you do. If you’re so uncertain, I recommend you endeavor to change that.”
**draws little hearts around Tilda**
“You asked me why I followed in his footsteps, if I hated him so much?” She shifted from foot to foot, hands at her hips. “I did it because I felt like I needed to clear the family name. I wanted to prove that there could be a cop named Kruger who wasn’t a total dick or used excessive force and discriminated wildly. I had to make up for all of his lackings. Plus, I knew it would piss him off to no end if I got further on the job than he ever did.”
Ben’s smile widened. “That sounds like a pretty great reason to do a job, Deputy Kruger.”
“You know what I bought with my first paycheck from the department? One of Harry Hawthorne’s prints. A shot of a hawk skimming over a river with a fish in its talons. Hung it up in my living room right where the TV would have gone. Gives Dad indigestion every time he sees it-and heartburn when I mention how much I dropped for it. I mention that number a lot.” She grinned, flashing teeth. “Have a good day, Mr. Hawthorne. Ms. Nettles. I hope your friend recovers quickly.”
Okay so now I have a headcanon where Deputy Kruger and Tilda Beechum take little mini-vacations from their regular lives and go fight supernatural crime together
....don't judge me
“I love you. I want to be with you. I still don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with my life but I want you to share it with me. I want all those stereotypical smooshy things that couples have-but only if it’s with you. Maybe I’ll even want a kid with your wonky-ass eyebrows someday. So don’t you dare give up on me, Robbie Beechum. Don’t you dare.”
She curved her free arm against the bed, leaned her head into the crook of it, and tried to breathe calmly through the steady buzz of fear. The incessant beeping slowly faded as her eyes closed, the dramatics of the past day and the weight of sleeplessness pressing down onto her shoulders. A long moment passed peacefully as she sank into silent unconsciousness.
The hand in hers moved slowly, fingers tightening around hers in a steady squeeze.
“He knows better now. He knows. He’s wherever Harry is. He can still see us. Somehow.”
oh thank goodness
“It doesn’t hurt,” he assured, as she laid a tentative hand over the burn-like scar just over his heart. The skin was shiny and smooth to the touch unlike the raised, faded marks of the Boo Hag’s claws, a perfect dragonfly stamped above that older tissue.
:)
She hesitated in the doorway, hand on the light switch, and looked back over one shoulder. “Hmm?”
“Marry me.”
The smile she flashed was as brilliant as a shooting star. “Absolutely.”
SLAFDKJWOEIRUWEFKAS;LVKMASUFIHPAWERIUAKFJSD;LA
FEELS
“My son,” Tilda said slowly, haltingly. “Doesn’t make deep connections easily. In that aspect, he takes after me rather than his father. He’s very sociable, and makes friends easily, but there are few he truly takes into his heart. You must be a singular woman to have earned a place in that heart. I hope you appreciate that gravity.”
“I don’t want to hurt him,” Charlie said quietly. “…I don’t really deserve him, to be honest.”
“Whether you do or not is irrelevant,” Tilda said sharply. “He thinks you do. If you’re so uncertain, I recommend you endeavor to change that.”
**draws little hearts around Tilda**
“You asked me why I followed in his footsteps, if I hated him so much?” She shifted from foot to foot, hands at her hips. “I did it because I felt like I needed to clear the family name. I wanted to prove that there could be a cop named Kruger who wasn’t a total dick or used excessive force and discriminated wildly. I had to make up for all of his lackings. Plus, I knew it would piss him off to no end if I got further on the job than he ever did.”
Ben’s smile widened. “That sounds like a pretty great reason to do a job, Deputy Kruger.”
“You know what I bought with my first paycheck from the department? One of Harry Hawthorne’s prints. A shot of a hawk skimming over a river with a fish in its talons. Hung it up in my living room right where the TV would have gone. Gives Dad indigestion every time he sees it-and heartburn when I mention how much I dropped for it. I mention that number a lot.” She grinned, flashing teeth. “Have a good day, Mr. Hawthorne. Ms. Nettles. I hope your friend recovers quickly.”
Okay so now I have a headcanon where Deputy Kruger and Tilda Beechum take little mini-vacations from their regular lives and go fight supernatural crime together
....don't judge me
“I love you. I want to be with you. I still don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with my life but I want you to share it with me. I want all those stereotypical smooshy things that couples have-but only if it’s with you. Maybe I’ll even want a kid with your wonky-ass eyebrows someday. So don’t you dare give up on me, Robbie Beechum. Don’t you dare.”
She curved her free arm against the bed, leaned her head into the crook of it, and tried to breathe calmly through the steady buzz of fear. The incessant beeping slowly faded as her eyes closed, the dramatics of the past day and the weight of sleeplessness pressing down onto her shoulders. A long moment passed peacefully as she sank into silent unconsciousness.
The hand in hers moved slowly, fingers tightening around hers in a steady squeeze.
........
***incoherent squeaky sounds**
FLAIL
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