ɢᴇᴍᴍᴀ → ( ɢᴀᴛᴇᴋᴇᴇᴘᴄʀ ):

                    _{anger flourished in her expression    ,     sharpened her very movements as feet spun her to face her husband.     she   HAD   heard him    ,    but quite frankly   ,   she was giving him a chance to backpedal    ,   to take it back  lest she release the first shots of the next  WORLD WAR.       ❛     that’s what i thought.      ❜     she snarls back.    these are dangers waters she’s traversing.      she and clay would go right for the throat   ,   like no couple this world had ever seen.      (  @clayymorrow  //  x. )}

                         _{fighting with gemma was NEVER a good option , never something he wanted to do , && yet every so often these … little things would flare , backhanded comments overheard && tempers seem to JOLT . still , he wasn’t about to cause an argument over who did the damn dishes - brow furrows as side leans against counter , watching the woman && just DEBATING on the fact that he should just do the damn things , but pride prevents , && he clears his throat .      ❝  you gonna just let them soak then ?  ❞}