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Wednesday stands in front of her latest cork board of evidence for her latest case, studying it.
Enid refused to let her put it up in their shared room, but that´s not all bad, because it gives her an excuse to spend time with Agnes.
Her girlfriend has a small single room, more like a nook, and Wednesday has squeezed in the board between the bed and desk.
A weak, flashing noise catches her attention, and she turns to see said girlfriend showing herself in the doorway, quickly slipping inside the room.
Wednesday turns to her.
“Well?” she asks.
Agnes nervously steps closer to her, fiddling with her uniform skirt.
“I was unable to obtain the documents”, she says.
Wednesday sighs, and Agnes almost flinches.
“I am sorry, I will try harder next time, I promise. I just- There were dogs guarding the premises, and they must have caught my scent-”, Agnes rambles.
Wednesday´s eyes widen.
“Did they hurt you?” she asks.
Agnes shrinks back into herself.
“It´s not much”, she mutters.
“Did they hurt you?” Wednesday repeats, now demanding.
Sighing, Agnes pulls off her blazer, tossing it on the floor and rolling up her sleeve.
A strip of fabric is haphazardly tied around her upper arm, and it has already bled through.
Wednesday swallows.
“Bathroom”, she orders.
Agnes tears up.
“I´m sorry! I am, I just-”
“Bathroom”, Wednesday repeats, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the small bathroom connected to the room.
She more or less pushes Agnes down to sit on the toilet seat, yanking the fabric off the wound, inspecting it.
It´s clearly a bite mark, and observes, and Agnes sniffles as she turns and starts grabbing supplies from the cabinet.
“Why are you crying?” she asks.
Agnes sniffles.
“Because you´re m-mad at me. I failed”, she says.
Sighing, Wednesday turns back to her.
“Oh, little demon…”, she mutters, reaching up and caressing the redhead´s cheek, Agnes instantly leaning into the touch.
Kneeling by the girl, Wednesday starts cleaning the wound.
“Admittedly, I am a little disappointed that we didn´t get the intel. However, I am more upset that you did not immediately tell me that you were wounded”, she says, dabbing a cotton pad wet with alcohol against the wound.
Agnes hisses in discomfort.
“I didn´t wanna w-worry you”, she says between hissing.
“You´re my girlfriend. Worrying about you is my job”, Wednesday declares, tossing the cotton pad aside and grabbing some fresh bandage.
Watching her work, Agnes dries her tears, letting out a small giggle.
“You are good at this”, she says.
Wednesday hums.
“You need to be careful. You mean a lot to me, and I need you to stay safe”, she mutters.
Agnes sighs.
“This is why I didn´t wanna tell me. You worry”, she says.
Finishing bandaging up her wound, Wednesday puts her hand under the Vanisher´s chin, lifting her head and giving her a long, soft kiss.
“I worry because I love you”, she says as she pulls away.
Agnes smiles.
“I love you, too”, she says, leaning forward and kissing her again.
Wednesday slides her hands in under her tights, lifts her from the toilet seat, and Agnes squeals in surprise, the squeal turning into laughter as Wednesday carries her out into the dorm room.
Carries her over to her bed, lays her down on it, and Agnes, giggling again, grabs her, pulls her down and kisses her.
Threads her fingers through the red curls, lovingly, and Agnes beams up at her.
Still, Wednesday worries.
She can´t help it, she wonders what could have happened.
She loves this crazy stalker. She don´t think she would survive without her.
Agnes lifts her hand and touches her cheek, like she sees her anxiety on her face.
“No, stop it. I´m fine”, she says.
Wednesday grits her teeth.
“Wednesday, look at me. I´m fine”, Agnes argues.
Wednesday still isn´t convinced.
“The only thing that truly hurt me was fearing you were disappointed in me”, the Vanisher admits, taking her hand down and squirming uncomfortably under her lover´s intense gaze.
Of course.
Agnes might have said that she doesn´t care what Wednesday thinks of her, but the grim truth is that deeply rooted self-esteem issues doesn´t just go away.
Wednesday stares at the redhead.
“You are scared I will stop loving you if you stop being useful to me”, she says.
Agnes tears up again.
“Yatzy”, she whispers, her voice quivering.
Wednesday sighs.
“My love, my dark angel… Nothing could make me stop loving you”, she whispers.
Agnes sniffles again.
“I understand why you feel like this, because people and circumstances in your life have eroded your self-esteem”, Wednesday continues.
Agnes wipes her tears, and Wednesday takes one of her hands, kissing the back of her hand.
“I understand why, but I will spend every breath in my body trying to convince you they were all wrong, and you are perfect”, she whispers.
“I love you”, Agnes just whispers.
Laying down, Wednesday wraps her arms around her, holding her close.
“I love you too, cara mia. More than you can possibly understand”, she says.