rachel dunst. (spans) wrote in theinvincibles, @ 2015-07-06 15:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, curtis leeds, rachel dunst |
Who: Curtis Leeds [OSCAR] & Rachel Dunst [JULIETT]
Where: Their apartment.
When: Sunday, July 5 - early hours of the morning.
What: Rachel freaks out when she gets home post-Orange vs APEX.
Warnings: None.
Bruised, battered and covered in sand, Rachel had opted out of the decision to shower at 003. Her car was covered in the shit. A minute trail of sand the only clue she'd walked up the three flights of stairs to her shared apartment (why hadn't she let Curtis talk her into getting the one with the elevator? Oh. That's right. Because she thought the exercise was a good thing. Fucking exercise). "No, don't - I'm gross," Rachel warned wearily when Curt tried to greet her with a hug. “Don’t care,” Curt replied, wrapping his arms around her anyway. “What happened?” "Attack." He hugged her a little tighter then stepped back to look her over for any obvious injuries, running his hands over her arms before taking her hands in his. “Are you okay?” She nodded. "Just bruised. There was a sand manipulator, so. Covered in it." “I can make you breakfast while you shower,” he offered. “What do you want?” Rachel shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I just --" She wasn't entirely sure what came over her, whether it was the stress of the current situation with X-Ray and Stonewall, or the confrontation with APEX during her patrol, or the frustration she'd felt learning that the teleporter had escaped. But she could feel herself losing it, getting upset. She didn't do this. She was better than this. Roughly, she pushed her emotions aside. "I'm just going to head to bed." Curtis had known Rachel a long time, had seen her upset before and knew the signs even if she tried to hide them. “Okay,” he agreed, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. “But if you want to talk about it, we can. Now, or when you wake up or tonight or whenever. If I’m not here, call me and I’ll be here.” She offered him a ghost of a smile - this was one of those times when she genuinely felt like Curtis understood her. Lately it had felt like they were on polar opposite wavelengths, but there wasn't anyone else that had been there for her in the same way. "Coming to bed with me?" Curt smiled, surprised she wanted him to come but, after a quick glance at their wall calendar to confirm he wasn’t already late to work, he nodded. “Of course.” He was never going to turn down a chance to spend more time with Rachel. |