𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

hm. white.

that would be wonderful, i think.

i suppose i’m joining but only to ask that you’re at least nice to him . . .

guys please be nice to my husband he is very distressed

I’M COMING. STAY STRONG.

i love you too! it’s no trouble.

come here, i can hold you.

my poor baby . . . lay down, i can get you some water.

i’m saving you, my love!!!!

what am i saving you from?

i’ll save you!!

well, i think i’ll start cooking soon, then. wanna make sure you’re well fed.

[ leaning up, pressing a kiss to his forehead. a mark is left from her lipstick — crooked grin tugs on her lips. ]

i missed you too!

[ giggling, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. ]

if you want, i can cook us a nice dinner tonight and we can catch up?

i don’t think they’re listening to me much, truth be told.

of course, doll.

my love!!

i think you can understand my use of that word, though.

thank you. i’ll return them soon enough.

my fucking curlers…

“hi, sweetheart.”

sickly sweet — it’s genuine, of course. arms slip around his waist, eyes fluttering shut with the kiss on the forehead.

shaun . . . done.
wolf . . . done.
deacon . . . done.

i feel i’m forgetting someone?

wrapping gifts rapidly!!!

i’m so TIRED

i’m looking forward to it.

fair enough. i managed to bring mine from home when i moved out. i’m kinda surprised it survived the bombs, honestly.

we can make a trip out of it, if you want.

took me a while, but i found the menorah!

. . . do we have candles?

AND i’m celebrating christmas this year . . .

oh my god my menorah

stumbling back into haven lake. she looks like ( hell. * )

at least her hair is sort of in tact.

chewing on her nails. brows furrowed.

desk.

gage’s voice seems to pull her out of her trance, at least. she sighs, not looking up at him.

“i can’t find ( anything. * )” her voice radiates some combination of defeat and frustration. “feels like we came out here for nothing.”

it’s been too long since margot has done much of anything outside of haven lake. it’s clear that in this moment, she’s really regretting not scouting more since settling down. maybe she should have let someone else do this.

this is probably her third time sifting through the drawers of this +

pulling her needle out of her finger. she has no idea how she even managed this.

flickering her lighter. yawn.