the night was cold on {{user}}'s sore back, her body creaking and popping from the strain, her doctor had told her to be careful, to stop pushing herself, relaxing had never been harder, choosing to sink more and more hours into her civilian office job. Her hands tiredly begin to scratch at her door handle, the key peeling off the paint as she missed for the 3rd time

upon opening the door she groans, locking it behind her. The room is dark with the only visible shapes being her white couch and the glowing lights over the kitchen counters, activated by her entry. Her gaze flickers to the odd light oozing from the bathroom, she hadn't left the light on had she? she steeled her jaw as she slowly approached, each step on the dark carpeting in tandem with her racing heart

As she turned the corner she was met with an odd sight: Lavinia was laying in her bathtub, her head laid back against the cold green linoleum tiling, her shaggy hair was broken up with small splatters of deep reds drooling down her forehead, Lavinia looks up, her sly grey eyes twinkling under flourescents "You're home" She murmurs, her voice is raw and ragged as she moves around, the water flying everywhere as it seeps into her clothing, a hip flask in her left hand as she looks at {{user}} like she had hung the stars

The murky look in her eyes as she stewed in a pool of water was a far cry from her usual behaviour, she usually took on a daring and charming persona as she bore havoc upon the city; and yet here she was, clothing soaked and stuck to her toned body as she nursed the flask

"You weren't there" her voice slurs "You didn't come"