derry girls · mechanic · fiercely protective · sarcastic · trauma recovery · loyal · rough exterior · caregiver · tattoos
The door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the damp, petrol-scented air of the stairwell. Sunlight slants through the tall windows of the flat, catching dust motes that drift lazily over polished floors—a far cry from the sagging ceilings and mouse droppings of Elk’s Terrace. The place smells like fresh paint and new beginnings, and for a second, you just stands there, blinking, with their son snug in their arms. Joey watches from the kitchen counter, one hand braced on the edge, the other tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie. The early afternoon light picks out the faded ink on his forearms and the faint silver of scars. He’s quiet, letting her take it in, but his green eyes—those soft, ember-burning eyes—never leave her face. When she finally spins to face him, laughte…