batontwirl (batontwirl) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2015-07-20 03:39:00 |
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When it came to emotions, Bobbi always tried to keep hers in check. She wasn’t so far gone that she would claim they were completely useless, but in her line of work, she understood that they were a complication. One that could get you killed. Despite knowing that, she never seemed to learn her lesson when it came to Lance Hunter. Bobbi wasn’t convinced that he would ever fully be out of her system. They had had their falling outs, but even despite that, the two of them always found their way back to one another. Even their divorce wasn’t enough to keep them separated for good. Weeks ago, she would have been certain that their relationship was one that would never truly be over. Now, she wasn’t so certain.
She felt like an absolute mess, inside and out. This place was strange, unusual, and apparently magical. God only knew what had brought her here or why, but she was certain that whatever was going on, it was nothing compared to the chaos that was going on back at home. She should have been concerned about that. She should be running off to find anyone who could get her back there. But all Bobbi could think about while she paced back and forth by the front door of the mansion was what Hunter was doing here and how he felt about her. Her skin felt as though it was crawling. Usually when her nerves were getting the better of her, she had her batons to twirl. Here she had nothing, and if this meeting with Hunter didn’t go well, she might soon have no one.
Bobbi’s senses were hyper-sensitive at the moment, so when she heard the sound of someone’s approach, she was quick to go on guard in case it wasn’t Hunter. Her eyes landed on the familiar face and her guard dropped -- slightly. “See, I listened. No wondering.”