@bello-infernum-emmeline:
The flat that Emmeline shared with Dorcas could be described as an adventure at best, and a disastrous madhouse at worst. It was anyone’s guess who or what would be home on any given day, and anyone who came to visit the two women just had to come to terms with that. Especially those who wanted to stay with them.
Emmeline had no problem with Doe’s propensity to bring home strays since then she couldn’t argue when Emmeline did the same. And frankly, more hands was good for wrangling her mini menagerie, right?
Currently, Emmeline was in the bathtub with the Diricawl chicks. They were peeping away, happily bathing in the spray from the shower, disappearing and reappearing at will in the little space of the tub. They were not old enough yet to have a very far range, and Emmeline was hoping to have found most of them homes before that happened.
She was not an animal breeder by any means, but she often got left with the results of irresponsible breeding. And she was never one to turn away an animal in need.
At the sound of Dorcas’ yelling, Emmeline winced. “Okay babies,” she said, getting to her feet slowly so as not to scare them. “You stay here,” she ordered. The moment she stepped out of the tub, though, she hurried to the bathroom door, opening and closing it quickly so none of the chicks could escape.
Water dripped from her legs and shorts as she skidded down the hallway towards the source of the yelling. “What is it?” she called back. She skidded to a halt at the scene before her, but unfortunately not before she managed to step into the broken glass on the floor.
“Merlin’s ballsack!” she cried, hopping onto one foot. A large piece of glass protruded from her toe. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” She put a hand on the wall to steady herself before she fell over. “Why didn’t you warn me?!
“ Because there is a perpetrator in the flat!! ” Dorcas gestured absentmindedly to the kitchen before looking back at Emmeline wide-eyed. “ Oh shit, yeah—there’s broken glass everywhere, ” she apologetically echoed the sentiment before kneeling down to examine the thick shard that was now sticking out of her friend’s toe. Subconsciously, she knew she should have been more concerned about the mess strewn about their flat when she first saw it—it looked like a tornado had blown through overnight. It didn’t seem that unusual to her in the moment though, especially considering their flat was often in a state of disorder.
“ Sorry, ” was the only warning she uttered to Emmeline before removing the broken glass from her web of flesh with one swift motion. The witch was no healer—in fact, her healing abilities were a little sloppy at times, but they’d suffice for fieldwork and that was all she could really ask for. Dorcas wouldn’t inflict any further pain on her best friend by putting her through such torment now though—instead, deciding to summon a towel from the kitchen and using it to hold pressure to the wound. “ That’s a pretty nasty cut, ” she finally concluded, pinged with guilt for inadvertently contributing to the predicament they now found themselves in. “ Might I suggest copious amounts of alcohol to ease the pain and prevent infection? ” She said, half a grin threatening to fold at the edges of her lips.
“ OH! Speaking of warnings, did you bring a new friend home last night? I reckon he’s the culprit behind this mess, ” mused Dorcas, trying to mask her amusement. “ And he robbed me, ” she said, a flat expression washing over her face as her mind drifted back to the other pressing matter at hand. “ I swear I woke up with a furry critter crawling over my face this morning. Talk about traumatic, though it seems like you got the brunt end of it. ” She jested, holding the glass shard up to reflect in the morning light.
