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Indie Raymond "Red" Reddington from NBC's Blacklist. Private. Selective. Mun/Muse 21+. Dark Themes present. Please read rules/bio before following/interacting. Written by Erick

whcwashe:

“ ——– I’m … glad he’s okay.” She swallows roughly, falling into an uneasy, momentary silence. She’d almost panicked, honestly, the second she’d realized someone ELSE was in the house. Jarrett wasn’t supposed to be home for hours, and while John hardly needed a KEY to get in, he usually announced himself first. This was … different. Shoulders tense, just briefly, as she looks at the bottle of tequila on the table and nods. God, of course he’d found a way to get in.

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“You really – You didn’t have to ….” She moves to open it regardless, inspecting the bottle as she bites down on her lip. She bites her tongue before she says anything about how being left ALONE would have been thanks enough. But that’s too much to hope for, she knows that well enough by now. “I mean, I wasn’t – expecting it, that’s all …” She paused, glancing towards the kitchen. “I’ll go get some glasses …” Whistling for Bowie, she headed for the kitchen, doing her best to take a breath on the way. Fine. It was fine. At least he didn’t seem to mean any HARM.

“He would have died if your little voodoo trick hadn’t worked, he and his family thank you.” She was panicked, just showed him how unused to this life she was. She’d have to learn quickly, Red thought to himself. Better he left Dembe in the car, then. Kind man though he was, he definitely had a foreboding presence, at least until you got to know him. 

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Red smiled, uncrossing his legs, “Oh but I did, Liv. You were helpful, and I’m in your debt, and I always make good on my debts.” Besides, she liked tequila, but she’d never had this before. His smile widened. “I’m in the habit of doing the unexpected. You’ll get used to it. Bowie perked up and followed her into the kitchen for the glasses. He’d been distrusting of Red at first, but that’s why Red had brought some pricey sausage for him. “Have you eaten dinner yet? I could have Dembe go pick us up something. Anywhere, anything you want, name it.”

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