Smh at everyone replying while Iām on hiatus (affectionately). Iām poking in to make sure I draft everything tho so when I do come off I donāt miss anything. Iām manifesting I got the job that I want and soon Iāll be back
āAre you sure the magic is really working?ā I couldnāt help but ask as I looked at myself in the mirror. No matter what angle I looked at myself it was still my eyes, my nose, my mouth. Not his.
Victoria laughed behind me. Something that almost sent a chill down my spine. Iāve only really heard her laugh before killing someone. I almost thought she wasnāt capable of a genuine laugh.
āOf course itās working. You just donāt really get it. No matter what youāre still you. So, of course you donāt see it.ā
She then grabbed me by the shoulders and fixed my hair. Her explanation still made no damn sense. Then again she was always the worst person to ask for an explanation. I would just have to ask Antimo for a better one later.
āThere. Now you look like my brother. Now remember as long as we look like this you have to call me āDarlaā do you understand?ā
Fake names? I couldnāt help but, sigh. Why couldnāt we use their real names and make this more simple? Not only did I have to pretend I was her brother I would have to remember these fake names.
āYes. I understand.ā
āAnd donāt forget to respond only to Andrew. If you hear your real name do your best to ignore it.ā
I nodded. This would take some getting used to. Thank god it was only for a day or so.
I couldnāt help but stare as I saw her put her hair down and put on a jacket. It wasnāt my first time seeing her in casual wear. Or even her hair down.
Still, I could count on one hand the amount of times Iāve seen either but, both? This was a first. Not only that, the casual clothes Iāve seen her wear before were always nice. What only someone with a good eye could tell was designer.
What she was wearing now was a stretch to call āniceā. It was a dirty and hole ridden shirt with a faded logo. Equally dirty and rough looking jean shorts and beat up shoes.
I guess one thing about her that would never change is she always showed a lot of skin.
She turned to me and handed me equally awful clothes. For once I think I rather wear a track suit.
āGo change into this and while youāre in there think of somewhere you always wanted to go. Today letās try and make some of your dreams come true. Ok, Don?ā
I changed and as soon as I opened the door she was waiting outside for me. Before I could even say where I wanted to go first she handed me some kind of pin?
āHere. Put this on.ā
As I grabbed it I realized it was some kind of clip on. It was in the shape of a small dagger. As I put it on I realized Iāve seen Antimo wear this before. The two always seemed to wear some kind of jewelry in the shape of a sword or dagger. Of course, she would be such a stickler for the small details like this.
āIs this really necessary?ā
āYes.ā She then tucked her hair behind her ear and wait did she cut her bangs? Her eye looked completely fine. Was the eyepatch really just for aesthetics? This entire time? What the fuck? I couldāve sworn she said her eye was-
Oh. It was probably an implant or something. I felt my face heat up at the stupid train of thought I had before. It was then that I saw a glint and realized what she wanted me to see. She wore a matching earring.
āAre you serious? Is it really that important we match. I thought you two hated that.ā
She didnāt even respond. Just rolled her eye. No. Wait. Eyes. God. This was going to take some getting used too. She motioned for me to follow her so I did.
As we walked out of the room and toward the elevator I couldnāt help but, ask.
āSo, if you had a fake eye to wear this whole time why didnāt you wear it around the family back home?ā
She was quiet as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Leaning back instead of standing up straighter. Tapping her index finger against her bicep. It was a pose I was all too familiar with. It was almost relaxing to see.
āItās not very comfortable to wear. I prefer the eyepatch. Have you decided where you want to go yet?ā
The elevator dinged and we finally got out. I almost completely forgot about that.
Ngl a thread with āDonā and Darla would be insanely funny. Heās trying his best to act like Drew but heās only used to how he acts when working. Which of course isnāt really how he acts normally. Heās also extremely, completely thrown off by how Darla acts and is actually very obviously scared of her at times. Basically blinking āsave meā in Morse code.
āAre you sure the magic is really working?ā I couldnāt help but ask as I looked at myself in the mirror. No matter what angle I looked at myself it was still my eyes, my nose, my mouth. Not his.
Victoria laughed behind me. Something that almost sent a chill down my spine. Iāve only really heard her laugh before killing someone. I almost thought she wasnāt capable of a genuine laugh.
āOf course itās working. You just donāt really get it. No matter what youāre still you. So, of course you donāt see it.ā
She then grabbed me by the shoulders and fixed my hair. Her explanation still made no damn sense. Then again she was always the worst person to ask for an explanation. I would just have to ask Antimo for a better one later.
āThere. Now you look like my brother. Now remember as long as we look like this you have to call me āDarlaā do you understand?ā
Fake names? I couldnāt help but, sigh. Why couldnāt we use their real names and make this more simple? Not only did I have to pretend I was her brother I would have to remember these fake names.
āYes. I understand.ā
āAnd donāt forget to respond only to Andrew. If you hear your real name do your best to ignore it.ā
I nodded. This would take some getting used to. Thank god it was only for a day or so.
I couldnāt help but stare as I saw her put her hair down and put on a jacket. It wasnāt my first time seeing her in casual wear. Or even her hair down.
Still, I could count on one hand the amount of times Iāve seen either but, both? This was a first. Not only that, the casual clothes Iāve seen her wear before were always nice. What only someone with a good eye could tell was designer.
What she was wearing now was a stretch to call āniceā. It was a dirty and hole ridden shirt with a faded logo. Equally dirty and rough looking jean shorts and beat up shoes.
I guess one thing about her that would never change is she always showed a lot of skin.
She turned to me and handed me equally awful clothes. For once I think I rather wear a track suit.
āGo change into this and while youāre in there think of somewhere you always wanted to go. Today letās try and make some of your dreams come true. Ok, Don?ā
Like imagine you catch them on a normal day wearing pretty average clothes then cut to later in the night and they are wearing designer fashion only for the next day to be wearing 3 piece suits bc they are on the clock
I will get to asks and stuff later! This blog stays on hiatus till I find a new job or somehow my sitauion improves because I need to make more money so I can move out next year. I just wanted to celebrate these two birthdays because no matter what I will always crave out some time for these two bc I love em
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