Avatrice one shots

Apartment fight - uninterupted by mary

Beatrice was angrier than she'd ever seen her be. Watching her try and fail to keep composure overwhelmed ava with guilt she couldn't cope with. And it all rushed inside of her trying to escape until it all shot right back to Beatrice.

Ava didn't want to hurt her more. She didn't want to hurt anyone. But her breath was getting caught up in her throat and it seemed the only defense she had was to shout everything running through her mind.

"Fuck," Ava heaved out gasping for the air she didn't know disappeared while her mind was elsewhere.

Everything was crumbling around her. The guilt she felt for blowing the mission was nothing compared to how much she may have hurt Beatrice now.

How she wanted so badly to kneel before her and beg forgiveness. Do whatever she needed to to make it right.

But her legs drew her further away from the woman before her.

Ava had never felt scared of Beatrice. But for some reason. In this moment. She was.

Would she scream at her? Shout? Be dissapointed? Would the halo be taken from her if she wasn't completing her job correctly? Would she go without food as she had done in the orphanage. Be allowed to drown in her own fluids when she was sick. Would the grimace of Beatrice's face haunt her days after she wasn't good enough.

She was never good enough. Never able enough. The world was crumbling.

Beatrice may never forgive her. And though ghosts of the past swarmed her mind, the chance of being hurt as she was back then, the fact Beatrice could leave her seemed to be the most pressing concern.

A weight appeared on the seat beside her. When had she sat down? The world was crumbling. She couldn't breathe. She was so scared. Terrified. And she didn't know what of.

Fight, flight it didn't seem to be the option anymore. She was frozen in place, the seat beneath her feeling more and more like her mattress at st micheals.

Was she destined to remain motionless forever. Stuck in a bed, stuck in a car, stuck with a halo.

"I'm sorry," she whispered with her last breath of air. It seemed tears had replaced the silence that felt so long in avas eyes.

Expecting to be hurt. Yelled at. Ava didn't fully process when Beatrice took avas hand in her own and looked her in the eyes and said
"No, I'm sorry,"

And that's when everything came crashing down. Because Beatrice was the moon. Forever sheltering her from her tides of emotion. And letting her sun shine upon her. Beatrice wouldn't let her be hurt again.

Beatrice consoled her carefully. Her delicate ministrations across her hand and forearm a gentle yet painful reminder of her compassion. Beatrice deserved more.

Beatrice touched her more when she was upset. Since that day in the Chapel when they had met. It seemed ava craved affection whenever she was sad.

Beatrice had registered this. So it was a suprise that when ava was this distraught , beatrice had been the one to initiate contact.

Using her touch for comfort but also as a register of avas emotions. Her heart rate never lied, and through her wrist Beatrice could feel the girls distress.

Ava could see Beatrice's worried face as the frown line slightly appeared in her forehead.

It was quiet for a short while. Just hands interlocked and gentle strokes of avas skin. 

Ava didn't really know why she was upset anymore. First she was angry about the fight. Then her life and how unfair it had been. But it seemed now she wasn't thinking of the fight at all. But everything else.