? She was his little piece of Heaven in his Hellish existence; but like everyone else in his life, she was taken from him as well. ?
?ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2019
[AHS Season 8 Apocalypse AU]
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THERE WAS A HUGE RED AND VIOLET bruise on Chanel's face by the time she left her room, to join the other survivors for their meal. The poor lighting of the dinner hall managed to hide her it for a bit, disguising it as what looked like dirt smudged on her clear skin. But if you looked really well, the bruise was definitely noticeable. The swollen cut on her pale lips also made it worse. Chanel did her best to hide it by putting her hair down, but it only made it more suspicious. She could only wish that she had a bottle of her favorite high coverage foundation or a tube of concealer. But since the bombs dropped, she lost the luxuries she once enjoyed. Yes, there were a few makeup items in the Outpost, but none of them were good enough to cover up her bruise.
For once in her life, the ginger was thankful that her sister was a narcissistic prick who only cared about herself. Coco didn't notice even though she looked at Chanel more than once, asking her if she was okay. Gallant must have noticed, but he didn't say anything. In fact, it seemed like he didn't care. The ginger wasn't really surprised.
The only person who seemed to care was Timothy, who kept on glancing at her as the Grays started serving them the unappetizing jelly cubes. Chanel assured him by mouthing a quick "I'm okay", but it didn't seem emough for him. As much as she appreciated his concern, she wished that Timothy would just drop the issue before somebody else notice.
As she grabbed her spoon, Chanel looked around the table again, noticing the vacant seat next to her that Evie sometimes sat in. She wondered if the old woman was sick like her and refused to eat the nutritional cubes that served as their food for the last few months.
"Listen, everyone," Venable tapped her cane on the floor, gaining the attention of everyone in the dinner hall. The ginger clenched her jaw as she reluctantly turned her head to the redhead, her hands balled at her side. "Mr. Langdon has decided to grace us with his presence during this meal. He will be arriving shortly."
As if on cue, Chanel heard the heavy footsteps echo on the empty Outpost as his leather shoes stomped against the floor. She felt herself tense – not out of fear but out of delight as Michael's beautiful face came into view. The quiet murmuring of the residents was hushed as soon as the blond stopped in the middle of the room, eyeing them one by one, as an act of intimidation. However, his gaze softened a bit when it landed on Chanel, his blue eyes lighting up as he eyed her before it slowly became angered. Michael definitely saw the nasty bruise on the side of her space, marring her fair skin. His jaw clenched as he moved precisely and sat on the empty spot next to her. Chanel felt herself tense again when he placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed it before he inched closer to the table, as if nothing had happened. But she knew it did. Michael was staring at her through his peripheral vision, inspecting the intensity of her wounds. The ginger swore she saw another vein jump in his jaw before he turned his attention somewhere else. But his hand lingered on her clothed thigh, caressing it gently.
