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xxlocation: apartmentxxxxxxxxxxoutfit: here
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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
She watched for a moment as Max went over to the window and started out. And then she went into her bedroom to get changed. She knew for a fact that she was mostly just going to be writing up reports today, because she didn’t exactly feel in the right mindset to be doing precise analystical calculations. Which meant she also didn’t have to worry about lab safety. So she pulled on a cardigan over a red and black skater dress, pulled on over-the-knee socks, and shoved her feet into her trusty, most worn, black Doc Martens, and laced them up nice and tight to support her wrapped foot. She’d almost forgotten about it in all the panic, but now that she was aware of it, it was starting to ache a little. All the running had probably counteracted whatever good the Advil would have done. She stopped briefly in the bathroom to do her makeup and take two paracetamol, before heading back out to the sitting room, her bag slung over her shoulder.
She nodded as Max told her to be safe, and smirked as she asked about the drinks. “Bottom cabinet nearest the window. Save some for me, okay?” She added with a wink and a smirk. But she shot Winter a look that told him to not let her get too drunk. Getting drunk was a necessary stage in what Max was going through, and realistically Willow’s apartment was the safest place to do it. But she didn’t know what kind of drunk Max was, and didn’t want Winter left alone with an angry super he wasn’t prepared for.
Her work day both flew and dragged. It felt like she hadn’t been that productive at all, and yet somehow, she’d made a considerable amount of progress in her reports. Everything seemed normal. She listened to the news and there was no talk of a freak electrical surge, of a body found, of anything that was out of the norm. But eventually, she was walking back to her apartment, not totally sure of what was awaiting her. She took a deep breath before letting herself back in. “Just me!” She called as she shut the door behind her.
She nodded as Max told her to be safe, and smirked as she asked about the drinks. “Bottom cabinet nearest the window. Save some for me, okay?” She added with a wink and a smirk. But she shot Winter a look that told him to not let her get too drunk. Getting drunk was a necessary stage in what Max was going through, and realistically Willow’s apartment was the safest place to do it. But she didn’t know what kind of drunk Max was, and didn’t want Winter left alone with an angry super he wasn’t prepared for.
Her work day both flew and dragged. It felt like she hadn’t been that productive at all, and yet somehow, she’d made a considerable amount of progress in her reports. Everything seemed normal. She listened to the news and there was no talk of a freak electrical surge, of a body found, of anything that was out of the norm. But eventually, she was walking back to her apartment, not totally sure of what was awaiting her. She took a deep breath before letting herself back in. “Just me!” She called as she shut the door behind her.