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She relaxed a bit more as he partook, drinking his coffee and going after the bear claw with the same enthusiasm that she had come to expect from the man. Another chunk was carefully popped into her mouth, mindful of the way that chewing tugged and was still a bit of a hassle. After a second, with little hesitation, she shifted and pressed into his side. A barely audible sigh, one that came from the feeling of a weight lifted, escaped her.

"I'm sure there is plenty that we can order in," Lily offered softly. There was a brief moment where she debated protesting once more, reminding him that he didn't need to be taking that sort of time off for her. But it hit her that perhaps it would be good with how crazy everything had been. She wouldn't let him just take care of her, but it was a good enough excuse to give him a break. Lily was entirely worried about him running himself into the ground with the way that Gordon was constantly running, Harvey not far behind.

"All right, Harvey." An easy agreement, no protest or arguement. "Think I could use some shitty movies anyway. It's no fun watching them all by myself." A light tease, her head resting against his shoulder carefully after a moment.

"I know," she offered softly before taking another drink of her coffee to make it a little easier to swallow down the words that wanted to come but shouldn't and couldn't. "You've been so busy, and really, I'm okay. A little sore and sorry, but it wasn't like I was bedridden." The underlying I didn't want to bother you was obvious. It hadn't escaped her notice that things had been a little more crazy and certainly far more stressful for him as of late.

Watching him move about her place with ease created some sort of feeling that once again she didn't want to examine. All that she knew in that moment was having him close would help soothe some of those frayed nerves that were still lingering heavily. She could say she was okay all she wanted, but Lily was jumpy and unconsciously still a little paranoid. So, instead, Lily patted the spot next to her, indicating she wanted him close.

"Come on," she offered before noticing that he hadn't gotten his sweet on a plate either. That she didn't comment on and instead reached for a piece of the pastry. "Thank you, for the coffee and the sweets."

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Well, if the feeling from the outside was enough to get him to think the house was certainly his, the inside only increased it tenfold. It reminded him a bit of his childhood home. Best not to dwell though, not when there were other memories missing that he wanted back. Toeing off the boots that still adorned his feet, he felt a twinge of pain shooting across his thigh and his lower back for just a moment. Likely, it was a result of the accident that had wiped out his memory as well.

"Uh, no. No. I'm fine with anything at all. You don't have to cook though, if you don't want to. Ordering in will be just as fine." He was a bit out, but surely there had to be some people that came out this far. He had already inconvenienced her enough as it was, acting cooking to that felt like overdoing it.

Declan began to carefully explore. It was an odd place to be in. A home so foreign and yet familiar feeling. It was his but it wasn't. And the older farmer wasn't entirely sure what to do with those sort of feelings, becoming quiet as he moved about slowly.

She said that, but Declan knew the opposite. The weight that he was settling on her shoulders was enormous, and really, it was unfair. Even if they were something more. If not, well, it was an even bigger burden. Another hand ran over his face, and he closed his eyes for just a moment. A moment to try and center himself, push away the guilt and the panic that he was feeling over the entire thing. It would turn out fine. He was alive. Relatively uninjured, and that was what mattered.

"No, it's okay. Let's head in. Waiting isn't going to do me any good." The longer he had to think about it, the worse the feelings would get anyway. If he could dive head first into something, it would serve as a distraction. That and maybe something inside would help begin to jog his memory. How did this shit work anyway? Was it triggered by something? Or did they just one day come back to him? Maybe they never would and that was not a thought that he really wanted to dwell on at all.

Getting out of the car, he took in the home. It certainly felt like his own, he would have planned it out perfectly. Declan cocked his head to the side for just a moment before glancing down to see Eli sitting at his feet. Absently, he scratched at the dogs head and gave Maria another shaky smile as they moved to the door.

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At least she had listened and waited for the knock to be complete before opening the door. Stepping through, Theo had to catch her weight, the action entirely surprising him as his arm wrapped around her, making sure that they both remained on their feet. After everything, it shouldn't have come as a surprise. She wasn't built for this sort of thing.

"I'm okay," he promised before drawing back. "Grab whatever you need. We are going to have to move quick, okay?" He had a plan thought out, had plotted it the entire time he had been out to ensure her safety at the very least. He could scrap by in the warzone well enough. "I'm gonna need you to stay quiet and listen to everything, I say." Just because it had been quiet while he was out didn't mean it was guaranteed to stay that way. He was nervous about it but it would be fuel for the fire.

He kept a careful ear to the door, waiting until she was ready before evening thinking about opening it.

"Stick close. Just because things seem quiet doesn't mean that they are. I'm going get you outta here safe, Maria." Seemingly a promise, spoken out in the open.

"I got how Gotham is, but it's not like this is something anyone is really prepared for," he retorted with just a hint of amusement. Maria was different from everyone he had ever really met. A constant state of optimism and believing the best. Like she did about him. It was that thought that had his stomach twisting just a little bit. He was hardly a good man. More likely on par with her father than anything else but she never saw that side of him. Careful construction on his end but also her general disposition.

Giving her a smile that was meant to be reassuring, he grabbed for his side arm and turned his attention to the door. Looking away from her allowed himself a second to remember that he had to be the guy she didn't know about in order to get them out of this alive.

"Remember, don't open the door unless you hear the knock." One last reminder before he opened the door and slipped out of the safe room.

He was gone nearly an hour before he was back and knocking on the door. Things had quieted a bit and he had a feeling that they would be able to get at least to his home for a better chance at making it out of this all out warzone.

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"I know," she offered softly before taking another drink of her coffee to make it a little easier to swallow down the words that wanted to come but shouldn't and couldn't. "You've been so busy, and really, I'm okay. A little sore and sorry, but it wasn't like I was bedridden." The underlying I didn't want to bother you was obvious. It hadn't escaped her notice that things had been a little more crazy and certainly far more stressful for him as of late.

Watching him move about her place with ease created some sort of feeling that once again she didn't want to examine. All that she knew in that moment was having him close would help soothe some of those frayed nerves that were still lingering heavily. She could say she was okay all she wanted, but Lily was jumpy and unconsciously still a little paranoid. So, instead, Lily patted the spot next to her, indicating she wanted him close.

"Come on," she offered before noticing that he hadn't gotten his sweet on a plate either. That she didn't comment on and instead reached for a piece of the pastry. "Thank you, for the coffee and the sweets."

"By the time I realized I was seen, it was just quicker to punch the three numbers in." He was right though, and her first instinct had been to call him. But it had been far quicker to press the emergency call button on her phone than anything else. The response had been pretty quick, and once it had been done, she felt like she would be bothering him if she had said anything. It was an odd feeling that she didn't quite know what to do with. But he often had enough on his plate, and Lily had felt there wasn't anything else to be done about it.

There was no point in arguing with him now, so instead, she did as she was told and found herself sinking down into the couch, leaving space for him if he wanted it or the cushy old recliner that he had more or less taken over.

"Some bruised ribs and some scraps beyond what you see. Nothing that won't heal with a little time. I've got another four days off of work before I need to head back so I have just been taking it easy." She reached for the coffee that was hers, taking a sip and relishing in the fact that it was perfect. Harvey rarely ever got it wrong.

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She said that, but Declan knew the opposite. The weight that he was settling on her shoulders was enormous, and really, it was unfair. Even if they were something more. If not, well, it was an even bigger burden. Another hand ran over his face, and he closed his eyes for just a moment. A moment to try and center himself, push away the guilt and the panic that he was feeling over the entire thing. It would turn out fine. He was alive. Relatively uninjured, and that was what mattered.

"No, it's okay. Let's head in. Waiting isn't going to do me any good." The longer he had to think about it, the worse the feelings would get anyway. If he could dive head first into something, it would serve as a distraction. That and maybe something inside would help begin to jog his memory. How did this shit work anyway? Was it triggered by something? Or did they just one day come back to him? Maybe they never would and that was not a thought that he really wanted to dwell on at all.

Getting out of the car, he took in the home. It certainly felt like his own, he would have planned it out perfectly. Declan cocked his head to the side for just a moment before glancing down to see Eli sitting at his feet. Absently, he scratched at the dogs head and gave Maria another shaky smile as they moved to the door.

Declan nodded as she seemed understanding of the silent plight, not pushing and being gentle. A wave of appreciation washed over him and he believed what she said. It felt true and felt genuine. At this point, there were too many options to be had, so it was going along with it that was the best course. At least it got him out of the hospital.

Special commands? Well that sounded like him. He had been doing that sort of training with dogs since he was young. Hopefully, he had been smart enough to write them down before all of this. Reaching out, Declan scratched behind the dogs ear, wishing he could remember everything that was missing.

"Thank you," he offered, not looking at Maria right away. "For all of this. It's a lot to put on someone..." A subtle way of saying that he had some idea that it was hard on her too. The landscape flew by outside the window and every second that it was unfamiliar was another second of mounting frustration.

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"By the time I realized I was seen, it was just quicker to punch the three numbers in." He was right though, and her first instinct had been to call him. But it had been far quicker to press the emergency call button on her phone than anything else. The response had been pretty quick, and once it had been done, she felt like she would be bothering him if she had said anything. It was an odd feeling that she didn't quite know what to do with. But he often had enough on his plate, and Lily had felt there wasn't anything else to be done about it.

There was no point in arguing with him now, so instead, she did as she was told and found herself sinking down into the couch, leaving space for him if he wanted it or the cushy old recliner that he had more or less taken over.

"Some bruised ribs and some scraps beyond what you see. Nothing that won't heal with a little time. I've got another four days off of work before I need to head back so I have just been taking it easy." She reached for the coffee that was hers, taking a sip and relishing in the fact that it was perfect. Harvey rarely ever got it wrong.

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Well, that was better restraint than she had expected out of the man, but the anger that was underlying it all was just what had been anticipated. There wasn't anything that could really be done about it now. Even if he would feel that he could. A second of pause, it was all the time she dedicated to the thought of brushing it off. Lily knew he would be more hurt by not telling him anything than simply withholding it for a few days. "I'm okay, Harv." That was the best place to start. Reassurance wouldn't soothe that rage, but at least she had said it. Sore, sorry, and a little jumpy. But overall, okay. It could have been a lot worse. A hell of a lot worse. "Two nights ago, I got caught up in a mess just off campus as I was trying to come home. Two guys were trying to corral a woman into a car. They caught sight of me, so there wasn't much else I could do besides try to help. I had already dialed 911 when they came after me. They had masks on, and it was too dark to get many details. They knocked me around a bit but left me when the sirens came." She tried to give him another smile, even as it caused the bruising on the side of her face to throb.

"Two nights ago! Lil, you should have called me. You should have called me straight away, never mind 911. I could have had half the GCPD down there and those bastards would be in a cell now." Harvey ground out, trying to temper his reaction because he knew it wouldn't help the situation.

He would find them though, oh he'd find them, he had enough tendrils and connection still in the darker side of Gotham that he would be able too. He was trying to good, and for the most part he was, in a city like Gotham though good didn't always mean morally right and sometimes having connections with criminals really helped.

"How bad are the injuries, what can't I see?" Harvey said looking her over. "Also sit down, I'm gunna get us some plates, I feel like I might need to cut that bear claw into smaller chunks for you." He said giving her a lopsided smile.

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Declan nodded as she seemed understanding of the silent plight, not pushing and being gentle. A wave of appreciation washed over him and he believed what she said. It felt true and felt genuine. At this point, there were too many options to be had, so it was going along with it that was the best course. At least it got him out of the hospital.

Special commands? Well that sounded like him. He had been doing that sort of training with dogs since he was young. Hopefully, he had been smart enough to write them down before all of this. Reaching out, Declan scratched behind the dogs ear, wishing he could remember everything that was missing.

"Thank you," he offered, not looking at Maria right away. "For all of this. It's a lot to put on someone..." A subtle way of saying that he had some idea that it was hard on her too. The landscape flew by outside the window and every second that it was unfamiliar was another second of mounting frustration.

He could practically feel the wave of disappointment, and it caused his chest to tighten. Declan was never a fan of disappointing anyone, and this woman had shown up at the hospital for him. It must have meant that they were close. Right? He tried to place any of what she was saying but nothing click, causing a well of frustration to boil upward. Jaw clenched for just a second before he let out a slow breath. How could so much of his life being missing?

"No, if they want to turf me, it's probably best to get out of here." He tried to give a more reassuring smile as he turned to look at her again. "Not like anything is going to come back sitting here and looking at four white walls." A poor attempt at lightening the situatuon, but even Declan could hear some of the trepidation in his own voice. "Let's get out of here."

Getting out of the car, they were greeted by an eager ball of fur that was bouncing around in the backseat at the sight of him. Eli. That was what she had mentioned. A quick glance towards Maria, almost as if questioning it before he slid into the seat and turned to look at the dog, murmuring a gentle hello.

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3, 15, 23, 25, 34, 36, 65, 74, 87 - For Lily

@tealeavesandthorns

3 Dreams: Leaving a positive impact on the world and making a difference in other people's lives. It has been her life goal and dream from the moment she was in her teens and realized just what she could do with the intelligence she had been gifted. One that was clung to and hasn't varied in the years since then. While Lily is realistic in that she cannot make some affect on a grand scale, unless there is some sudden breakthrough in her research that catapults her into the spotlight, she knows even if she can make a positive difference in the lives of a few, it's steps in fulfilling that dream.

Dreams: As a child, Lily was plagued by night terrors. Enough so that she was actually put on medication was at a young age to be able to help her sleep once it got to the point that she passed out from the lack of it. They improved as she got older and once she was in college she didn't need to rely on the medication. However, in times that are particularly stressful those night terror episodes can come back with a vengeance that leaves her practically falling asleep on her feet after a few days time.

15 Family: Lily was always close to her parents growing up. Being an only child, all of their attention was on her and her alone but she never minded it. They encouraged and pushed her in order to help her reach her full potential. A structure that she actually flourished under. They were always the ones that thought she would go off to college and come home though. They never expected her to move away. The first strains on the relationship came when she decided to take a year off between graduating high school and heading to college. They were worried that all those scholarship offers would vanish, that she wouldn't end up going back to school, that she would fall into a bad crowd and that they would lose her. As much as Lily assured them, it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Her father came around some while she traveled, Lily sending him letters from all the places that she visited, excitedly sharing the adventures and experiences that she gained. Things never were quite the same even after she came home and did end up going to school. It strained further when she said she had taken a job at Gotham University. Her mother vehemently disapproved, citing the crime rate alone before other factors started to show. Lily does her best to keep that now limited relationship as healthy as possible. She still deeply loves her parents, but they just couldn't understand her as an adult.

23 Heart: While Lily is passionate about chemistry, about learning, about travel, her heart is most set on helping others. Being outside the country for a chunk of her travels, she saw how difficult life could be for some. Being exposed to deveststion through natural diaster, poverty, illness, and homelessness in countries were those in power couldn't give a care about others deeply affected her. Coming back home, she saw the same thing, though not always on the level she had seen elsewhere. Gotham was certainly an eye opener. While her research aims to improve the lives of others through chemistry, she is also one to dedicate time to some soup kitchens and homeless shelters. She and a few of her research students hold an annual coat drive every year for the homeless in Gotham. In the end, she wants to help people the best that she can and makes an honest attempt at it.

25 Hair: Lily's hair style fluctuates without any real rhyme or reason. She certainly isn't one to care much for what uis fashionable or "in" at the moment. More often than not, it is kept on the shorter side, but just long enough to be pulled back so it's out of the way in the lab. Shorter hair just means less time spent on styling, washing, and maintaining. She is more likely to change color than go with some crazy or high maintainence style. There was one time in college though that she lost a bet with a close friend and have to all but shave her hair off entirely. A few pictures of the times do still exist though they are hidden away.

34 Sandwich: It may seem almost counterintuitive to those that only know Lily on a more acquaintance level as she isn't a super touchy, feely sort of woman, but Lily is a bit of a cuddler. And she feels most comfortable and most safe when she is sandwiched between whoever she is cuddling with either the back of the couch, or the wall, or whatever it is that they are cuddling on. It's that entirely encompassed feeling that creates the additional feeling of safety. It doesn't matter who she is with, she will always find a way to be the person on the inside. It's never claustrophobic or overwhelming for her and she would take being stuck for a few extra minutes if they fall asleep than the alternative.

36 Future: She isn't one to plan much for the future. Never really has been. While she has a goal and aspirations in mind, Lily is the sort to review it as a ever fluctuating and changing path to be able to get there. She cannot control a lot of things that happen outside of her own personal choices and capabilities. So she is always ready to adapt and change plans to accommodate the new barriers or challenges that are placed in front of her. It's easier to get by day by day that way. Especially in a city like Gotham where nothing is ever guaranteed.

65 Free space: Lily grew up in Maine. While she was an academic from a young age and that was what her parents encouraged, there was also always an appreciation for nature and the world outside. Sure she had wanted out of small town America but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy time fishing with her father or camping with her parents. They are activities that she gets to do often these days but they are ones that she looks at fondly and would love to make more time to indulge in. There are wonderful memories associated with the activity and there is a free feeling being out in the woods. For awhile, it isn't where she would want to be all the time.

74 Evening: Evenings are either a sacred time or filled with all the things that need to get done for the next day. Lily much prefers the former rather than the later. After working all day, despite thoroughly enjoying her job, she likes to be able to unwind and shut her brain off. Especially since she is often found pulling late hours at the office. Those few hours between ending work and sleep are were she can relax and do something that she might not get to otherwise. Watch a movie, read a book for pleasure, or even bake. Others can be allowed in on such things, though it's rare that Lily has company who would want to spend time with her at such hours of the day. Evenings can be her little reset before everything starts all over again. On the nights she doesn't get to relax, they tend to be filled with slightly chaotic movements and frustrations, almost like manic episodes as she races back and forth to get things together, scrutinizing every little detail. Those are the nights she tends to get little to no sleep.

87 Movie: Lily is the sort of person who doesn't really care what sort of movie that she watches. Anything is good enough for her. However, she is particular about her snacks and the set up she has to watch movies. If it's at home, there must be plenty of fluffy blankets. That is an absolute must. Almost like a cocoon/nest. There is always popcorn and at least two kinds of candy, one of the few times that she overindulges with overly sweet treats. If she is going to the theater? Popcorn goes without saying. She isn't as particular about other snacks when going to the theater. After all, she doesn't want to spend a fortune. But she has to have a blush slushie. The only time that she ever indulges in such a drink. It's one thing she won't ever share and it lasts the entire movie. No matter how long.

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"I got how Gotham is, but it's not like this is something anyone is really prepared for," he retorted with just a hint of amusement. Maria was different from everyone he had ever really met. A constant state of optimism and believing the best. Like she did about him. It was that thought that had his stomach twisting just a little bit. He was hardly a good man. More likely on par with her father than anything else but she never saw that side of him. Careful construction on his end but also her general disposition.

Giving her a smile that was meant to be reassuring, he grabbed for his side arm and turned his attention to the door. Looking away from her allowed himself a second to remember that he had to be the guy she didn't know about in order to get them out of this alive.

"Remember, don't open the door unless you hear the knock." One last reminder before he opened the door and slipped out of the safe room.

He was gone nearly an hour before he was back and knocking on the door. Things had quieted a bit and he had a feeling that they would be able to get at least to his home for a better chance at making it out of this all out warzone.

"You don't have to be sorry," he offered softly and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze before beginning to rub her arm in an attempt to help warm her up more. There was something about the woman that had worked passed a lot of those walls that he had built up around himself. A genuine feeling that he was no longer accustomed to experiencing in the least. He would have to get her out of her eventually, it was just a matter of deciding the right time.

"Your father is a smart man, I'm sure he is more than okay through all of this." As far as his colleagues, well, that was another beast entirely. "It's all gonna be okay." A promise that he would do his damnest to make sure was seen through. Why? He didn't entirely know, but the shivering woman beside him was trusting him to make sure that happened. Something that had never made a difference before, but Maria somehow did.

"That doesn't surprise me in the least," he offered back with a gentle chuckle. "I'll be okay, I can handle myself. It will be far safer for you. So there isn't going to be any questioning, okay?" He wanted to make sure that she listened. Otherwise it could turn into a disaster.

Only after a period of time where it seemed to calm down further, no more rumbles and no other obvious sounds of violence, did Theo carefully pull himself away. He made sure his blanket was wrapped around her tightly before moving to the door.

"Wait here and I'll be right back okay. You only open the door if you hear this." He offered a special knock so she knew it was him.

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1, 12, 33, 45, 48, 57 - for Declan

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1 Childhood: A young Declan was a fidgeter and a wanderer. Rare was it that the boy sat still, confined to one area. Whether he knew the land or not, he was always up for exploring, seeing just what kind of adventures nature could offer. His parents were of the mindset that unless he was gone for hours which could mean he was hurt, he was smart enough to be on his own and responsible enough to not do anything too outlandish. To them, climbing trees, exploring patches of land, and generally running free was a key part to childhood. There was little crime and the like to worry about on rural Ireland and the same extended to rural Midwest America once they moved. The properties that were owned were far from any neighbors so they hardly had to be concerned with him bothering others. Occasionally, Declan bit off a little more than he could chew, getting stuck in a tree or a little turned around and lost in new areas. But it never deterred him. Those quiet moments where he was learning new land were some of his favorite.

12 School: Declan was an average student. School to him felt more like a chore than work on the farm. Being inside, stuck at a desk, force to learn things that didn't always interest him or had much use in his life was monotonous and boring at best. His mind constantly wandered and teachers noted that he was often stuck daydreaming. It didn't help that as a kid, he was constantly fidgeting and shifting, unable to sit still for more than a few seconds at a time. Book learning was a bit of a struggle since he is far more of a hands on learner, information sticking best when he is able to physically do something. That's not to say that he doesn't enjoy reading, because he certainly can devour novels if given the time and a proper setting. It was just never the best method of learning for him. He just always preferred being on the farm, learning new tasks, being around the animals, and helping his family. College wasn't an option for him, more self proclaimed than any real barrier. He knew he wanted to help run the family farm and eventually his own when the time came. It was only at his parents insistent that he took some business classes to better help manage the farm in the evolving world.

33 Hurt: Physical hurt is something that Declan has no issue dealing with. He is a born and raised country, farm boy. Emotional hurt? It is far more difficult. Declan is a pretty easy going guy and for the most part has had a pretty easy going life. It isn't something he has experienced a whole lot of throughout his life. Perhaps he is simply a really good judge of character. Or perhaps it's the fact that he is just around animals more than people, preferring their company. But when he does experience it, he tends to turn it inwards. Bottled up and kept to himself, he doesn't tend to let others know that he is hurting. What's the point? To him, there is nothing that can be done about it. It is his struggle to move through and get passed. Though he doesn't always do that well. He tends to drink a little more in those sort of times and isolate himself under the guise of work if the hurt is deep. It's only those that know him best that can tell when something is effecting him more than he is letting on. Even those individuals will have a hard time pulling it from him, if they even can at all.

45 Art: While Declan can appreciate art, it isn't something that he dedicates a lot of time or thought to. If anything, his preferred medium is photography. The few pieces he has in his home were either shot on his farm or around his hometown in Ireland. That is in his mudroom, a place that he gets to see it but doesn't end up staring at it too long. If he is asked, he doesn't miss Ireland but there is a little longing to see it once more. The others are various shots of animals and one of the sunset over a set of pastures for the horses. Paintings, sculptures, and the like won't be found in his home. Things are too easily broken and he prefers to spend what money he does have on other things.

48 Scars: No one can work on a farm as long as Declan has without a series of injuries and scars to prove the years of work. For the most part, his hands have been spared a lot of trauma though close inspect slows faint white lines littered across the skin. Cuts that went just a little too deep, a horn that caught the flesh of his palm, and the like. He does have several that are more obvious. There is one spanning the right side of his lower back, from where he got caught between equipment as a child, an injury severe enough it left him in the hospital for two weeks. He has a scar on his right cheek from catching a horn of a goat to the face as a teenager, just missing his eye. The final one is along the tricep of his left arm. It's about two inches long, more upraised than the others. He had a piece of metal stuck in his arm thanks to a car accident.

57 Ocean: Declan has seen the ocean. He flew from Ireland after all but has spent the majority of his life inland. There is little pull to any particularly large body of water, visiting or otherwise. He much prefers significantly smaller bodies of water, like rivers and lakes. Less chance of being on someone's menu. There are things he can not control or account for when it comes to the ocean, and for that reason, it never really fascinated him.

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Well, that was better restraint than she had expected out of the man, but the anger that was underlying it all was just what had been anticipated. There wasn't anything that could really be done about it now. Even if he would feel that he could. A second of pause, it was all the time she dedicated to the thought of brushing it off. Lily knew he would be more hurt by not telling him anything than simply withholding it for a few days.

"I'm okay, Harv." That was the best place to start. Reassurance wouldn't soothe that rage, but at least she had said it. Sore, sorry, and a little jumpy. But overall, okay. It could have been a lot worse. A hell of a lot worse. "Two nights ago, I got caught up in a mess just off campus as I was trying to come home. Two guys were trying to corral a woman into a car. They caught sight of me, so there wasn't much else I could do besides try to help. I had already dialed 911 when they came after me. They had masks on, and it was too dark to get many details. They knocked me around a bit but left me when the sirens came."

She tried to give him another smile, even as it caused the bruising on the side of her face to throb.

Harvey knocks on Lil's door holding up two coffees and a brown bag. "How do you feel about bear claws?" He grins at her. (from lixnhearted)

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Hearing the knock on her door, Lily had to take a moment to calm her racing heart. She wasn't expecting anyone, but after the last few days, that hadn't meant anything. Part of her had debated not opening it, pretending she wasn't home. Hiding would solve nothing. So, steeling herself, she had cracked it open.

Seeing Harvey standing there, grinning and holding onto some sweets for them, she wasn't sure she felt more relieved or nervous. If there was one person in all of Gotham that she felt safe with, it was one Harvey Bullock. At the same time, she didn't want to ruin that smile, and she knew that once he caught sight of the other side of her face, the smile would be gone. Still, worrying him by trying to shove him off wouldn't do any good. Her gut twisted at the thought of making him think she didn't want him around. He was too good a friend.

A small smile given, she finally opened the door all the way. The right side of her face was entirely black and blue, stitches crisscrossing skin below her eye, which remained red from the busted vessels.

"I won't turn down a sweet treat. Come on in, Harvey." Even if she was worried about his reaction, the relief of his presence overrode everything else. She had wanted to do nothing but call in the last two days but she knew he had been busy with work and her concerns were trivial at best.

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He could practically feel the wave of disappointment, and it caused his chest to tighten. Declan was never a fan of disappointing anyone, and this woman had shown up at the hospital for him. It must have meant that they were close. Right? He tried to place any of what she was saying but nothing click, causing a well of frustration to boil upward. Jaw clenched for just a second before he let out a slow breath. How could so much of his life being missing?

"No, if they want to turf me, it's probably best to get out of here." He tried to give a more reassuring smile as he turned to look at her again. "Not like anything is going to come back sitting here and looking at four white walls." A poor attempt at lightening the situatuon, but even Declan could hear some of the trepidation in his own voice. "Let's get out of here."

Getting out of the car, they were greeted by an eager ball of fur that was bouncing around in the backseat at the sight of him. Eli. That was what she had mentioned. A quick glance towards Maria, almost as if questioning it before he slid into the seat and turned to look at the dog, murmuring a gentle hello.

Well, there was the question. He had been hoping to avoid the extra awkwardness, hopefully figure something out when they got to where they were going. But now it was out in the open and Declan knew that his response was going to throw everything into a tail spin. The pit in his gut grew. The one that promise nothing good was going to come and he hated every second of that feeling.

"I uh," he started. Eloquent Declan. "No. I don't, I'm sorry. The uh, the last thing I remember is moving from the Midwest, driving across some state lines and then it's all hazy and black." Memories from about 15 years ago. Something that the doctors hadn't realized and he was left in the dark that a significant chunk of his life was missing. Though he had some minor idea given he was able to look in the mirror.

"I don't even know what happened that landed me here." Another rub of his face as a sigh finally escaped him, grimacing a bit before he looked towards her. Helpless was a feeling that he wasn't fond of but it was about the only thing dominating his awareness.

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Shush, I don't deserve such an amazing writing partner as yourself. You are the one who is creative and thoughtful and wonderful and amazing.

Pssssstttttt y'all need to go follow @dxrknessexplored because they're OC's are beautiful and wonderful and yes. Go follow them!

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100 days of headcanons:

Day 1: Childhood Day 2: Family Day 3: Dreams Day 4: Smile Day 5: Strength Day 6: Weakness Day 7: Hope Day 8: Loss Day 9: Desire Day 10: Clothes Day 11: Destiny Day 12: School Day 13: College Day 14: Work Day 15: Family Day 16: Bed Day 17: Breakfast Day 18: Nightmares Day 19: Fear Day 20: First kiss Day 21: Parents Day 22: Siblings Day 23: Heart Day 24: Illness Day 25: Hair Day 26: Skin Day 27: Pet peeve Day 28: Anger Day 29: Funny Day 30: Happy Day 31: Grief Day 32: Death Day 33: Hurt Day 34: Sandwich Day 35: Feet Day 36: Future Day 37: Lonely Day 38: Friends Day 39: Sex Day 40: Kinks Day 41: Sleep Day 42: Health Day 43: Cooking Day 44: Music Day 45: Art Day 46: Intelligence Day 47: Social  Day 48: Scars Day 49: Injuries Day 50: Fight Day 51: Love Day 52: Hate Day 53: Disappointment  Day 54: Aspiration Day 55: Admiration Day 56: Sunshine Day 57: Ocean Day 58: Heights Day 59: Cold Day 60: Pain Day 61: Resilience  Day 62: Hands Day 63: Children  Day 64: Technology Day 67: Writing Day 68: Sad Day 69: Faith Day 70: Loyalty  Day 71: Honesty Day 72: Morning Day 73: Night Day 74: Evening  Day 75: Phone Day 76: Sunset Day 77: Medicine Day 78: Jewelry Day 79: Relatives Day 80: Book Day 81: Photos Day 82: Colours Day 83: Diary Day 84: Tears Day 85: Humility Day 86: Selfless Day 87: Movie Day 88: Heat Day 89: Clock Day 90: Money Day 91: Fun Day 92: Comfort Day 93: Waiting Day 94: Scent Day 95: Voice Day 96: Seasons Day 97: Handwriting Day 98: Face Day 99: Storm Day 100: Time  

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