9) things you said when I was crying and Hoopkins please :>
hey, I’ve actually already filled this number! so I’ve changed it to no.8) things you said when you were crying– hope that’s okay, feel free to let me know if you’d rather have another prompt! <3
It feels so wrong whenever you cry. You are sunshine, and skipping, and sheer joy, and anything else is- it hurts me of course, but that doesn’t matter: it’s how your breath shakes and catches, and your shoulders hunch, as if you’re trying to hide it. And that the real thing that’s wrong with it. You shouldn’t be ashamed, my darling.
I come home too late one night- actually must be what two, three in the morning? a tough case- and you’re in bed. But I know you’re not asleep, your back’s too rigid.
I climb into bed and brush your hair off your neck. “Molly?”
You make a gasp of a noise, and turn into me. There are already tears. You’re trying to speak through it, and I’m trying to shush you, but you press on, you brave soul and-
“I-I’m sorry. I’m just b-being silly.”
“Not silly. Never silly.”
I know there’s things you’re not telling me yet- can’t tell me yet. It’s okay, I’ve seen the photos: you and your Dad. There’s missing gaps there, of course, but I can surmise- and wait for the rest from you. Only when you feel ready.
You start wiping your eyes and I offer you my sleeve. (A tradition) You snort, and it’s beautifully genuine.
“For the last time, no. Oh, put your uniform in the wash, would you? That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”
A swift change of subject. You’re rather deft at those, Miss Hooper. But now’s not the time for much talking.
“Yes, my lady,” I simper, tongue in cheek, and narrowly avoid a pillow being thrown my way.
Time to rest.