#001. threads ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗ detective - in - progress

[primalcompanion]

@buriedabove      ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗

“  There’s,  uh…  ”  Gosh, are his palms sweating?  “  There’s someone I’d like to introduce to you.  Someday.  If you’re okay with that.  ”

     𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 (𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞) &&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐯 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧, but with the dimmed lights and the smell of food (takeout ; michalina can't cook for shit) &&. the young girl sprawled on the couch creates the illusion of getting back home.

     to the rebellious yet loving daughter (or younger sister, doesn't matter), the loyal guard in the shape of a dog and a wife, alas, with the last piece missing. for how long?

     michalina hopes for eternity. she misses her mother mom dearly ; misses the affection a motherly figure could give her (and vice versa) — but to accept someone as one? betrayal. and most importantly, abandonment incarnate. would leon still want to hang out with her whilst having a serious girlfriend? would dad still love her whilst dating someone?

     in the bright head of hers the answer is no.

     but how would she know if leon's serious this time? she's met countless of women &&. men before, none of whom she liked (and in most cases, the feeling was mutual). there's been a break, it seems, in leon's love life. or not really, as she realized just now. liar.

     he gives it away in the way he speaks. it's not his usual &&. casual wanna meet x? leon's words are laced with uncertainty. the girl tenses, azor stops his mlems over the snacks and both of their gazes are redirected from the cartoon to the detective. michalina's brows furrow and what she puts on is an act — of boredom, exhaustion of the subject ; of rolling eyes and heavy sighs.

     "another one?" she spits out, voice trembling just a little bit ; enough for a seasoned crime - solver to notice, but she still hopes he didn't ; hopes he's been to a pub before he came back, had a beer or two ; loosened up enough not to pick up her tells. "ugh, sure, i guess. someday."

     a shrug follows her words, one that's combined with a nudge for azor to sniff leon ; the dog goes on his quest, already knowing leon's not drunk and, in addition, smelling of familiar perfume. about that, the animal companion was quiet since he first smelled that a while ago, wishing not to upset michasia ; another form of betrayal to which he'll never admit. both his &&. leon's secret.

     it's the silent judgement of the dog's eyes that speaks volumes — don't you dare hurt her nor give her hope — but there's also the lazy wag of his tail and a friendly hop, front paws resting against the man's thigh, head awaiting pats &&. pets. he tells michasia there was no alcohol involved, which makes the girl turn off the tv with something bordering on aggression.

     "gotta go. told pops i'll be back for the night."

     that's a lie, but everything's better than being here with her guardian, parental or brotherly figure or whatever &&. whoever the fuck leon actually is. it's easier to digest the thoughts by herself — but leon already knows it's what occupies her head that consumes the girl — &&. it's pretty late, too late for her to wander through the streets. obviously she said she'll stay the night and her father agreed, by now very much in touch with leon — still unsure how to navigate the situation, but at least knowing michalina's safe. for what he can do now, which is very little, that's more than enough.

     the girl's feet shuffle against wooden floor and she picks up her backpack, getting ready to head out. 

#buriedabove #001. threads ° • * ⁀ ➷ ˎˊ˗ detective - in - progress #a treato for when you wake up mwah mwah