Prompt: Nighthawkn: a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest. KABBY PROMPT!
Nighthawkn
There are thoughts that only come back at four a.m. when your eyes are burning from lack of sleep, your tea is cold in your mug and the problem in front of you doesn't seem to have any solution. Four a.m. often finds Marcus in the war room these days, a sharpie in his hand, staring at the ever growing map of their surroundings.
Since Mount Weather he has been living on too few naps, adrenaline, and the certainty that nightmares are waiting for him between the cold sheets of his bed. He likes the war room better than his quarters. He likes the quiet, the couch he shamefully claimed once it was brought back from the mountain by calling Chancellor priority pick in Abby's name, the cluttered desk in the corner and the tactical table in the middle of the room… Above all, he thinks he likes the company.
Abby doesn't seem to like her quarters either because she spends most of her time in this room when she isn't in medical. They share the space, warp it into something that is theirs where they can cohabitate and find some semblance of safety.
Four a.m. often finds her fast asleep on the couch, her tablet or file forgotten on her lap, her own mug of tea long cold at her feet.
Four a.m. often finds his attention wandering from the map or the current problem he is studying to her. He watches the way her chest lifts and falls slowly as she sleeps, the way her fingers sometimes curl when she dreams… He watches the way her hair frames her face and how relaxed she is in her slumber. He watches the hem of the bra he can guess at when she slumps sideway and her shirt inches down. He watches her and he thinks he wants her. He watches her and he thinks he loves her.
There are thoughts that only come back at four a.m. when your eyes are burning from lack of sleep, your tea is cold in your mug and the problem in front of you doesn't seem to have any solution.
That's his four a.m. thought, a thought he doesn't let himself entertain during the rest of the day, a thought that doesn't bother him during the rest of the day because there is too much to do.
He wants Abby Griffin.
He loves Abby Griffin.