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Can I leave the rest of my shit up here? Whatever, Iām doing it anyway. Lead the way.Ā
Itās homemade with what? Could I have just made it myself?
Y-Yeah of cour-- okay.. oh - uh -- aisle six. This way. I'm -- I'm Darla, by the way. If - you need anything else.
You could have? But -- it - it takes a bit of time. This one - it's really well made. I have some at home. Whatever the recipe is, I'm sure it'll work really well. Oh -- h-here you go.Ā
"Please explain to me the reasoning behind the use of crock-pots and their purpose in destroying the art of fine dining. Iām disgusted by the suggestion that I purchase one for my own use."
"A-Actually -- I uh - read that some really great meals can - can be made in them. N-Not just -- whatever it is you're thinking of."
Corn relish. First, what the fuck is corn relish and why do they just breezily put it in a recipe like itās easy to find? I donāt evenā¦ fuck this. I spent like ten minutes looking at all the other relishesā¦ no corn in them.
Corn relish? I oh -- oh, uh - I can get it for you? Or y-you can follow? We don't - we don't keep it with the other relishes, because of the corn. I know it's - sort of silly isn't it? But -- we do have it. Promise. Organic too -- h-homemade.Ā
"Sure, it wasnāt like I was blocked at every turn by some grandmother with nothing better to do than leave her stuff on one side of the aisle while she took up the rest or anything. It was fine."
"Oh-- oh. I -- good? I'm glad. That - it was fine. It's what we aim for here."
"Define okay."
Did you uh -- get everything you need? W-Without trouble?
Oh - I-I - I'm sorry -- can - can I help you find s-something?
Yes, but I do have a question. Do you know where the chick peas are?
Y-Yeah absolutely, just follow me. Hi -- I'm Darla - by the way.
"Uh, actually, can you point me in the direction of something that would go good with frozen pizza? I canāt seem to find a better dinner tonight."
"Oh uh -- Y-You could always go for something other than pi -- I mean - the roasted chicken is a favorite? It's warm at least. And not frozen?"
"Find everything okay today?"
Put The Dog To Sleep - Reaction Drabble
Thunder clapped, the sound a whip snapping to attention, startling the small girl from her drawing. She'd gone out to enjoy the breeze, the incoming winter winds that would no doubt signal change, that filled her with an inexplicable happiness she for once wouldn't question. But the lightning was unexpected, unwelcome, Darla packing up quickly and wrapping her arms around her books and papers and pencils, a frazzled mess as she moved away from the open and towards the shelter of the Inn. It wasn't until thunder clapped again, louder and infinitely closer, did she yelp, a frightened rabbit under a storm that seemed to be chasing her. In what was the most bizarre yet, they didn't stop. Louder and louder they became until she was sure they were right behind her, a crescendo of destruction until it's peak, one loud roar of lightning that lit up the sky and caused her to drop her books, Darla crying out at the feel of something ripping through her skin.Ā
Thinking it to be a large paper cut of perhaps she'd caught herself on the railing, the small woman brought her arms in closer, needing to wrap herself in the safety of them, hide within herself from the maelstrom behind her. What she wasn't expecting, what she in a hundred years would never expect, were two long shards of what appeared to be bone protruding from her elbows. Gleaming ivory swords with flesh as their hilt, sharp enough to pierce their her skin and surely through anything else. If there'd been anything in her stomach she would've retched, but nonetheless she heaved, swallowing and choking on air as bile crawled up her throat, forcing it's way passed her lips as she sputtered and shook, moss orbs unable to look away from the monstrosities grotesquely protruding from her arms.
Tongue coated with the lining of her stomach and eyes too startled to tear she scrambled up, forgetting her books and her drawings, nothing but primal instinct to get out, get out,Ā get. out. fueling her.Ā
The lights flickered as she took the stairs two at a time, chestnut tresses tangling like vines and whipping her face as she moved, hands trembling and shards grating against her side, soft claw marks in their wake every time they grazed her. She paid it no mind. Bile and acid continued to fester and move against her throat. Darla closing her eyes tightly, willing the lights to stop. Begging them to stop. Finally reaching her room she shut the door quickly, sliding down the door, the wood cold and hard against her back, sharp knives of cool splinters she'd never felt before. Reaching up with trembling hands she locked the door, the deadbolt clicking a gunfire in a closet, so loud that she screamed, heart trying to force it's way through her ribs.Ā
Ā She didnāt want anyone to come down, to ask what was wrong. The tiny girl just wanted to be alone for once. Soft thuds could be heard from outside her door and for a moment the woman panicked, her heart thudding loudly in her ears, so loud she could hear the blood pumping, only to realize that there were two heartbeats. Hers, and the person just outside her door. Louder and louder the heartbeat grew until Darla was clawing at her ears, the shards scraping against her knees from their imposing position, the human outside her door so loud and so close she nearly screamed. The footsteps and the heart beat moved on and she nearly wept.
The lights flickered again, bright as lightning with a buzzing that drove her mad. Darla nearly screamed in frustration.
Raking a hand through her long hair she fisted a handful at the roots, nearly retching all over at the sound of follicles being ripped from her scalp, the water dripping in the sink, the scrape of her shoes on the linoleum. As if the sudden super sonic hearing wasn't enough, the sudden pungent smell of cooking above her threw her over her precariously perched edge. Once more she was sick over herself, the heightened sound and assaulting smells only magnified and cloying, a wall of immeasurable saturating her pores, the sickly sweet smell of fear breaking through the scent of stomach acid. Ā
Crawling on shaking hands and cracking knees, she was nothing more than a trembling branch in a windstorm, throwing herself into the tub and under the hot spray, curled in the fetal position under the suddenly too hot water. Every sense had been heightened, the droplets of water bombs over her flesh of the hottest lava, the water smelling of minerals and ozone, the couple upstairs arguing over chicken.Ā She couldn't control it, balling her small hands into even tinier fists, and then finally, the shards hid themselves away from where they were digging into her knees, the faint smell of iron alluding to the minuscule droplets of sanguine they'd caused.
The water burned, and even under the spray Darla had broken out in a cold sweat, her body attempting to cool her down. It was no use. She could feel the conflicting drops, smell them.
A noise downstairs startled her and the small distraction was all she needed for her newfound powers to take over, the sound causing the shards to explode once more, ripping themselves from her arms with a choked cry as she tried to reign them back in. She was a monster. She'd always been one, but now the outside matched what was in.
Ā Sobs began to rip themselves from her chest. The small girl just wanted to go home. The only thing was - she didnāt know where home was anymore. She'd no home, but then again, monsters didn't deserve homes.
You know, these shows arenāt half bad.
Iāve gotta say Iām pleasantly surprised. The Doctor really knows how to put on an event.
I've really never seen anything like it, it's wonderful isn't it?
Atlas Hands (rewind para) - Ed & Darla
His body immediately reacted to her hug, arms pulling her close with an urgency he was not used to. It was as if they had hugged a million times, Ed remembering exactly where her body would touch his; her head close to his shoulders as his hands begged to touch her hair. The hug was over entirely too quickly- they always ended before Ed expected them to. He smiled at the blush spreading across her cheeks, resisting the desire to reach out and see if the heat felt the same as the fire burning inside of his chest. It started out as a few sparks, a small campfire that suddenly roared to life, setting his entire torso ablaze with nervousness and curiosity. āWe should stop apologizing for hugging each other, I think. I donāt mind it when you hug me.ā He looked at her, finding himself trying to read every speckle of color in her eyes. Her words of the zombie snapped him out of it, causing him to look away with a sheepish chuckle. He was glad she liked it, because he remembered buying it and wondering if it was too juvenile. āJust donāt get too close. Might try to bite your hand off.ā
Realizing his costume, another laugh escaped his lips. āActually,Ā IĀ might try to bite you. Vampire and all. I hope youāre carrying a stake.ā He motioned to the couch, allowing her to sit down first before he took the cushion beside her. They were too close and too far all at once, the distance between them forever a paradox that Ed couldnāt wrap his head around. Unsure of what to say, Ed reached for the white bowl on his coffee table, which was patterned with fake blood and filled to the brim with treats. āCandy?ā Grabbing a Twix for himself, he waited for her response before placing it back on the table.
"First time I ever went to a Halloween party without my parents was when I was ten. I think I ate over twenty of these things," ripping the wrapper open, he placed it on the table to throw away later. "I had a stomach ache the rest of the week. Got way too sick and couldnāt eat them for a year after." Ed took a bite, focusing on the chocolate and caramel in his mouth instead of on Darla. He didnāt really know what he was saying, and he didnāt know what relevance Joseph Baritelliās Halloween party had. He just had to fill the silence, but now it seemed deafening. "I have an idea." Ed spoke after his candy was done. It was either idiotic or perfect, but it was better than sitting in the quiet. "Halloween themed truth or dare. Iāll go first with a truth, if you want."Ā
You could pay her a million dollars and Darla couldn't tell you what he said, each and every one of her senses screaming excitement and firing synapses at his proximity, the way he was no where and everywhere all at once, the mere fact that she could shift her knee five inches to the right and bump into his. The flames under cheeks never flickered away, only growing stroker as his words fueled them, his presence stroking the warmth simmering beneath the surface, Darla beginning to positively cook under her heavy sweater. She wanted nothing more but to take it off, to feel the cool air of his apartment and let her flesh meet his words, have every syllable that fell from his lips kiss her skin in a way nothing or no one ever had before. She wanted to drown in his voice, his tone, the way his lips curled around O's and sinfully bit down on chocolate bars. Chocolate bars that while made her stomach roll gently, didn't make her want to cower in fear.
Gently refusing his offering with a soft shake of her head, Darla attempted to tune back in, clearing the haze of her ridiculous attraction with the movement. Lips curling up, the corners pulled by the marionette strings Ed didn't know he was holding, the small woman chuckled softly, all her nerves seeming to run away with the sound. "I've - I've never really had Halloween but - regular truth or dare? I think that might work better, y-yeah?" She didn't tell him she'd never played truth or dare either, but understood the premise to assume it wouldn't be to terrible - if it was, Darla was sure as she was small that he'd stop - would never make her do anything she didn't wanted - that would make her uncomfortable. Perhaps she was too trusting of him, of wanting to believe his inherent goodness, but in that moment she found she didn't take. She'd never been one not to go in blind, and truly now was no different. Rolling up the sleeves of her sweater her delicate wrists rolled and cracked, making herself comfortable with another small grin, leaning back into the couch and letting envelop her, Darla pretending it was Ed's warmth and not worn fabric at her back.
"I'll uh - go first? That's how it works right? I pick truth or dare and you ask?" Ivory teeth worried at pale crimson lips, the color blossoming where they pillowed against. Thinking quickly she figured truth would be the safest too start, but throwing caution to the wind whispered a quiet 'dare' the short word filled with a sort of breathy laughter, apprehensive and excited for what he'd ask of her. "Nothing gross though!" She amended quickly, having read of horror stories of dares involving buckets of guts and sexual favors with unfavorable persons. Suddenly nervous her fingers began to pick, but it was a thrilling sort of excitement, making her caged heart flutter against the bars of her ribs, the crumbling organ blossoming to live slowly, sprouting flowers under Ed's smile.
Not necessarily- canāt choose your family, jerk.
Yeah, okayā¦ that sounds good. Uhā¦ ācourse she would. I mean, who doesnāt? Iā¦ I donāt remember them well, butā¦ the Christmasses I had with mom wereā¦ they were great. I meanā¦ dad wasnāt drinking much then. They were stillā¦ like parents. How theyāre meant to be.
You'd still choose me, jerk.
I don't know I don't - remember her. I'm -- I'm you got that. Christmases with mom and dad, y'know - r-real ones.
Hey, what are you even talking about? Iām always right. Woah, thatās so mean. Iām normal. More normal than you. Remember when you were in sixth grade and you tried to draw me and it looked like that old guy from Lost? Yeah, me too. Thatās not normal.
Youāre the jerk!
Oh. Her? Uhā¦ I donāt know. Christmas isā¦ family, right? And thatāsā¦ you, me, dad and momā¦ butā¦ but we donāt have either of them. And I wouldnāt invite dad to anything even if it was the last thing I did. So that leaves you and me, right? Iā¦ I mean, unless youāre inviting someone else.
Takes a jerk to know a jerk, jerk.
N-No -- I - don't really - just you and me, yeah? -- Hey Toad, do you - do you think mom would've wanted Christmas?
Youāre still wrong. Iām right. Like normal.
Thatās different? No way! Okayā¦ Christmas for once? Iā¦ I lke that idea yeahā¦ Do youā¦ want to invite anyone else? Or justā¦ just us?
Normal? When have you ever been right? Or normal for that matter.
Still a jerk, jerk.Ā
Oh - uh -- I don't know - up to you, I guess. Do you - wanna invite Dinah?
Bloodās thicker than water and all that.
Do you really think I- commonly known asĀ the Grinch- have plans for Christmas? Iām just playing with you. I told you you couldnāt tell when I was lying. But I definitely want to spend it with you. And hey, maybe weāll have a peaceful one this year, yeah? Toā¦ to make up for the ones we had with dad.
Exactly.
Jerk! I can so! But not when you're trying to make me feel bad! It'll be - It'll be the best Christmas. A real Christmas.Ā
