broken crown [sam]

[augustus nathaniel sawyer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: #111122; opacity: .85;] crawl on my belly til the sun goes down i'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all away Now in this twilight how dare you speak of grace [style=width: 400px; height: 300px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #FFFFFF;] The aftermath of the explosion left the department in ruins, shambles, with the loss of three and several wounded; Augustus was their leader and his life shifted. If he had any spare time in the world, it was devoted to something in the fashion of his profession. This was where women past left him, even if he loved or cared for them, there was something about being devoted to your job that never settled well. He understood a man of his age should have a family on the brain, his priority, but it was nowhere in the realm of something he could fathom. He spent his time at home awake and haunted by the carnage, sleep didn’t come easy. Not even warm milk or oreos could soothe him and bring pleasant dreams. His slumber was a swirling darkness, hours of nothing but recuperation. He would awake, shower, dress and eat something to replenish his system and go again. The repairs were finished and slowly the force regained their strength, but they would never be as whole as they were before. They lost three hardworking men and several were injured but they returned in due time. A month has passed since that explosion, but the loss made it feel like yesterday. In this time, he allowed Sam to return to work with no viable reason to keep her where she was needed. He knew it would drive a wedge to separate them, but he knew she needed this job to feel complete. She was a hardworking woman and to keep her from this didn’t seem right. He risked an onslaught from her husband no matter where she was, he couldn’t keep her safe when the force needed him in the fashion they did. She was safer with her cruiser and her gun than she was sitting in an apartment watching romcoms and cleaning. He knew that, so he brought her back on. She seemed happier, more vibrant to be where she was needed. He could see that when he saw her briefly in the department and in passing at their apartment, but it was as if the weeks together dissolved. There was sexual tension and the care for each other that still lingered, but it was smothered by priorities above their heads and beyond their control. Their fridge slowly emptied of food and the laundry slowly piled, Augustus had no time to devote to cleaning and she was just as busy, he didn’t expect her to be some sort of maid. Working through the night was a hard task for Augustus, he felt himself doze with his head resting on his forearms waiting on a phone call to dispatch officers. This shift was long, but he knew the day would feel as if he had a day off when he truly didn’t. He looked at the schedules and to his surprise noticed they were both off from their duties. A month had passed and guilt rushed to trouble his heart, he felt guilt like he never felt before. He was never a man to have sex and then not address it, but with her he didn’t act much like himself. In the midst of that explosion before they were freed from the office, he had sex with her and he didn’t forget that he did. Never a vocal man, he worried she worried he thought it was awful, he worried that she felt used, and he worried that she would assume he was avoiding her. He believed he knew her better than that, he believed that she understood under these circumstances. He would never be positive until he addressed it and that was his sole mission this day. On his way from where he parked behind their apartment building to the front entrance to enter, he was distracted by the helpless consistent mews of a kitten. He was never a fan of cats, but with the rain that was relentless and cold making his skin raw, he could hardly imagine that it was comfortable for the furred animal. Sighing and shifting his briefcase, laptop bag, and a few odds and ends from a grocery store, he scooped up the cat. As it clung to him, sinking claws in deep as it shook with unparalleled fear from this man, he cursed as it but kept moving along, bringing it inside. His keys rattled the constant locked doorknob as he entered. He kicked his foot out to shut the door behind him, the cries of this kitten brightening the apartment as he moved further inside. Setting down his bags, he cursed as he tried pulling the kitten from his uniform jacket. “Sam? Do you know anything about cats? Found this one shivering, crying in the rain and thought I’d be nice. But I really don’t like cats, the fickle devils they are.” [/style] [style=width: 400px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; ]tagged: sam [/style] template and graphics by jericha of fallen angels & caution 2.0 lyric credit: the jetset life is gonna kill you by my chemical romance [/style]