━ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒.
❛ she set the world on fire and called it rain ❜
in which the younger sister of the
valeska twins is put up for adoption,
later being taken in by james gordon
and barbara kean, only to move to
a dreadful city where...
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❝ we hurt people ❞
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and yes i am aware of the off timeline for this chapter. i changed it so it fits better!
SKYLAR VALESKA CONTINUED to sit up on the bed, glaring down at the person who still slept peacefully, snoring away with his mouth open, droll getting on his pillow. Every single inch of the blanket had been stolen by the redhead. She had woken up from a dead sleep from a shiver, a shiver. All because Jerome decided to steal the covers at seven in the morning. Last night she had slept the best she had in ages and it would've continued to about twelve in the afternoon if he hadn't woken her up. Rolling her eyes, her eyes went to the clock, then back to him. The brunette moved his face up so it faced the ceiling, and then lightly slapped his cheek. "Jerome." Her voice was a whisper at first. But then another snore sounded through the room. "Jerome!" She yelled that time.
He instantly sat up, nearly hitting her in the process, grabbing his gun that had miraculously got back under his pillow. Aiming it at her head, she gave him a look. Jerome lowered the gun and then flopped back on the covers. "Seriously, Sky? Why are you up so early?"
"Oh I don't know," she replied in an exaggerated deep voice. "My brother stole the covers and left me in the freezing snow to die." Her hand went to her forehead and then she fell beside him. Jerome smiled in his insane way, laughing slightly. Her voice went back to normal. "You're so mean." She shoved him playfully. "Quit laughing at me!"
Attempting to stifle his laughter, Skylar got back up, grabbing his arm and dragging him. Jerome fought back. "No. Let me sleep."
"I want breakfast!" she whined.
"No, stay." His tone held a bit of possessiveness because he knew what lurked in the penthouse. And that certain thing was Greenwood who was a cannibal. No doubt he would try and go after his sister. If something were to happen to her, he'd never forgive himself. But while the redhead didn't want her to complain, laying there for just a few more minutes sounded so nice. Shutting his eyes, he reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her so that her head laid on his chest as he faced the ceiling. "Only a bit longer m'kay?"
Her scowl withered away. This may just be the only quiet time she gets in days. So she decided to go with it. "Fine," she caved, laying her hands on his chest. "If we miss breakfast, I'm blaming you."
