take me to church (emily prentiss)

4. two

AN: hi guys! happy monday!

so just a few TWs this week:
mentions of panic attacks
anger issues
breakdowns
mentions of incest
mentions of rape
mentions of torture

hope you enjoy! <33

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"telling my poor heart you'll come back one day..." - neon moon, cigarettes after sex

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Ziggy woke up late the next day.

He and Liv had gone grocery shopping after Emily came home and they'd had lunch, and had taken Shadow to the park. Delilah had come home during that time and had been asleep when they got home.

She was still asleep when Ziggy checked in Liv's room.

Emily wasn't there, though, and Ziggy knew Liv was at work today because Emily was staying home with him. Though, nobody had come to wake him up, and he couldn't exactly read the time on his phone without the numbers jumping around, but it was after breakfast and not long before lunch.

Ziggy dragged himself out of bed and to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom mirror. He brushed his hair back out of his face, tying it up with one of the silky scrunchies Zara had left here for him.

He tugged his t-shirt over his head, opening the pot of cream for his scar tissue. He rubbed it into his arms, then washed his hands and dried them on the towel. He tugged his hair free from the scrunchie, abandoning his shirt in favour of finding food for his rumbling stomach.

He didn't like putting any clothes on until his cream had dried in, anyway. It made his t-shirts feel weird and then Liv had to wash something he wore for about ten minutes before he couldn't deal with the sensory overload of his clothes sticking to his arms.

Emily was in the kitchen when he got downstairs, sitting at the island with a book and a coffee. The back door was open, Shadow lying on the porch in the sun.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Emily said, looking up. "I'm afraid I can't cook you breakfast. It's cereal, or ask your nonno."

"Where is he?" Ziggy yawned, opening the fridge to grab the milk and the apple juice.

"Writing in his office, I think," Emily said. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," Ziggy said, putting the drinks on the side.

He closed the fridge, grabbing a bowl off the draining board. He grabbed his favourite spoon with one hand, putting the bowl under the cereal dispenser Nora had ordered from the informercials when she couldn't sleep.

It was fun, but it was getting a bit out of hand. She'd ordered four mops last week. She was never even at home enough to warrant having one mop.

Ziggy added milk to his lucky charms, then poured himself a glass of apple juice. He put the milk and apple juice back in the fridge, then sat at the island to eat his cereal.

"What do you wanna do today?" Emily asked.

Ziggy shrugged, mouthful of cereal making it rude to talk at this current moment. He finished chewing, then answered.

"I dunno."

"Do you wanna do something?" Emily asked.

Ziggy shrugged again, shovelling another mouthful of cereal in so that this conversation would, hopefully, end.