𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of texts prompts. Some have romantic undertones, but not all of them. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
TW: food & alcohol mention
[TEXT] - please just call me back.
[TEXT] - i’m sorry.
[TEXT] - so this is my number, but don’t save my name as anything sketchy.
[TEXT] - i’m making dinner tonight, you should come over.
[TEXT] - WHERE ARE YOU????
[TEXT] - you’re LATE.
[TEXT] - can we talk?
[TEXT] - how did it go?
[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station?
[TEXT] - thinking about you…
[TEXT] - i miss you so much.
[TEXT] - i have an idea, probably gonna get us in trouble though.
So…he was here, and in fact he did look like he was in pain confirmed her assassin did his job. So why…why….WHY?! Why didn’t it feel good? Why didn’t her misery go away even a little bit, if anything it would be doubled now. “I…I told him to stop you know” she huffed making her way to his bedside and promptly and properly sitting down in the chair next to him. “I also heard he threatened Octavia…I didn’t want that either Stolas”
He rolls onto his back as she sat down. This way he wouldn’t have to look at her. They both knew he couldn’t simply ignore her. She had a way of drawing attention, like air, from the room. Until he couldn’t breathe. But he’s had it with suffocating around her. He’s had enough.
“That’s the thing about MURDER, Stella… It’s. Messy.” Stolas finds his voice wispy. Tired, but ready to bite if she draws too near. Though he hadn’t been looking at her, his head turns then. Ruby irises land on her narrowly. “And in the end, it doesn’t really matter what you WANTEDbecause you hired him and if anything happened to Via, it would have been YOUR FAULT. Not because of anything I have done to you, Stella… You’ll be lucky to see her again once I’m out of here.”
There’s a creak to the door that Stolas doesn’t like. Every little jostle of it on its hinges lets out a teeth-chattering whine that makes him wince. But, at least it is useful for one thing. No one could enter his hospital room without his knowing. From nurses, to doctors, to Via- every one of their arrivals announced harshly and shrilly.
There’s one presence he did not expect. And even if he had thought she would come, surely there would be gloating and grand-standing. Perhaps with her brother shadowing her every move the way he had in their last meeting. But no-! Stella was utterly and solitarily alone as she stepped into his hospital room.
“Get. Out.”He has no energy to lift himself up to meet her with his gaze. Instead he remains still on the bed. Eyes shut against the sound of her heels clicking on the tile floor- announcing her approach.