❀ | ( @wearscmethingblack )

It was terrible. Seeing her mother like this was terrible. Her red painted body was so weak when it fell right into Cordelia’s arms. She had wanted to scream at Fiona, at the person who had done this to her, at everyone in this goddamn house. 

Even now that she was sitting in front of the supreme, holding her hand, she was both sad and angry. She hadn’t slept at all ( I probably look like a zombie ), no, she had been sitting there, watching over Fiona like a guardian dog. Despite all the fights they always had, this woman laying here was her mother, the only family she had next to Hank, and she wouldn’t have been able to rest anyway. Not until she moved. 

Her hazel eyes were shut, trying to get some rest at least, when it happened, but then she was fully awake. The fingers she had been holding for hours started to move slightly; curling, squeezing so gently. Cordelia’s heart started to race —— she is awake, she is awake, she is awake. Alive. Through her glasses, she stared down at the supreme, returning the soft squeezing of her fingers.

“Mother—,” She wasn’t Fiona now. Now, she was just her mother. “Can you hear me?”