acts   of   affection  → one muse pulls the other into a tight hug.

           She breaks at least twelve traffic laws to get to the hospital as the sun rises beside her, her mind on one thing: Thea. Thea’s awake. Thea’s alive. Thank God. Felicity doesn’t think she’s ever prayed as much or harder than she has over the past couple of weeks. Thea’s been through too much, she’s too young for this to be the end of her story. She has too much to do on this earth to be reduced to another victim of this life that they lead. She is the best of them – the strongest, the kindest – in every way. 
           Felicity finds her way to Thea’s room as quickly as her legs will take her, tears that she doesn’t even bother to wipe away streaming down her cheeks. As soon as she sees Thea sitting up, her breathing tubes already taken out, sobs of relief wrack through her and she doesn’t stop until her arms are wrapped around Thea. It takes her two seconds to remember that she shouldn’t be squeezing her so tight – especially with the list of injuries Thea’s had to heal from. ❛ Oh my god, Thea. I’ve – I can’t believe – I’m so sorry for hugging you so tight. Are you ok? That’s a dumb question, I know. Do you need anything? What did the doctors say? You look – so much better. You look better than I do on my best day, isn’t that insane? Like those Queen genes really just give you such a leg up on the mortals of the world. ❜ Her fingers find Thea’s and she clings to her as she desperately tries to stop crying, wiping her nose with her sleeve. ❛ Was that too much? I wasn’t trying to be too much I’m just – uh – I love you. In case I haven’t said it enough. ❜