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“i know, i know. why do you think i make sure to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours?” she can’t blame charlie —— she still has behaviours that should have been ditched years ago, but it is hard … very hard. it is now daphne’s turn to raise an eyebrow, making »

“like pulling teeth, i’ve noticed.” daphne stifles a sigh and puts the phone back down, eyes fixed on the other as she wonders what’s the best course of action. she ends up sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. “can you at least make an effort »

there is some satisfaction in watching charlie’s walls crumble down, but it comes with a very annoying, quite disturbing amount of guilt. of course she doesn’t want to make her feel bad, or hurt her feelings, but daphne is not known for gentle, understanding deliveries. »

“right. so when they try to storm into your house again and kill you, you will be able to fight them off because you’re too much of an adult to accept when you’ve fucked up. you need to realise you can’t do everything on your own.” but daphne isn’t leaving, as much as she »

“if you are going to forget your obligations with your team, then you can look for a new bodyguard.” the words leave her before daphne has time to fully process them, and then she goes quiet for a second. she knows personal involvement is what’s making her act irrationally, »

daphne can take it personally, —— matter of fact, she does —— but the thing that has the vein in her forehead popping is the blatant disregard for safety. feeling the anger go from a gentle simmer to a dangerous boil, the bodyguard practically snatches the piece of paper »

“have you heard of texting, @soughtrevenge?” she’s obviously not happy, but daphne is trying to exercise her patience and not tell the president off over something … relatively minor in the grand scheme of things. ❨ to most people anyway, daphne is too much of a vigilance »

“imagine if congress found out,” she murmurs in an effort not to break the atmosphere around them, hands moving from their place to cup the sides of charlie’s neck —— it’s almost a shame that she’s already dolled up, otherwise daphne would’ve given in to temptation. »

“when am i not?” it’s the perfect opportunity to admire that perfect face, fingers gently tucking a strand of blonde hair behind charlie’s ear before both hands move to settle on her hips. the president —— her woman, / her / partner —— is truly a sight for sore eyes, one »

there’s obvious enjoyment in the way the blonde reacts, and daphne makes sure to give charlie her undivided attention, going as far as to gently kiss the corner of her mouth. she would’ve kissed her dead on the lips, if it weren’t for how obsessed she is with that voice. »