Holy Fishsticks

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[suburbanitealison]

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Alison sat at the dining room table, trying to distract herself until Donnie got home from work by folding laundry. A few minutes into folding, barely making a dent in the laundry basket, she heard the familiar sound of her husband’s car. Hurrying to fold a few more articles of clothing she looked up as Donnie walked into the dining room. A strong wave of anxiousness hit her all at once upon seeing him. “Can we talk?” Well, that wasn’t how she planned to start this conversation and it certainly came out more abrupt than she expected. Too late now.

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“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

[suburbanitealison]

Ok. Yes. Hi. I miss RPing, I miss OB and I miss my tumblr friends. Anyone out there that still wants to RP with me?

[suburbanitealison]

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kryla-i-svitlo :

“Mmmmm,” said Helena. She was good at having patience for other things. She was good at waiting and watching and then moving—jumping and hurting and killing—but that was not something to tell Sentra Alison. So instead she only nodded and echoed, “Patience.” Oh, she was doing it wrong. That was why it was making that horrible sound. “Thank you,” she said, and loosened her grip. She also managed to not to flinch when Sentra Alison touched her wrist. She was getting better at not-flinching when people touched her, though she still did not like it. “Did your mother teach you this?”

Smoothing out her pony tail, she took a step back to better observe Helena as she worked. “No, actually. I’m self taught with most of my craft skills.” Seeing a knot forming in the yarn, she stepped to the other side of Helena. “Let me see if I can fix this before you have an unsightly bump in your work.” There was still something about having her back to Helena that made her heart race. She shouldn’t feel vulnerable and yet that’s exactly how she felt.

With ease the knot loosened until she was able to untie it. “There. You always want to keep an eye on the yarn as you’re working, otherwise things like that can ruin your piece.”

[suburbanitealison]

manicuresforthesoul :

“Oh yeah,” Krystal said, matching Alison’s smile with her own. “I bet.”

She scanned the wall and quickly found a family photo.

“They’re cute kids though.”

She smiled at the sight of the two children in the foreground, flashing toothy grins at the camera, then raised her eyes to Alison sitting behind them next to…

“Um, hey, is that your husband? I feel like… maybe I’ve met him before?”

The compliment about her children had her smiling. “Thank you. They’re really the greatest.” The smile, however, faded at Krystal’s question. Instantly she recalled when Donnie had told Alison of his encounter with the blonde. He has to, he had come home wanting to throw up because she had kicked him right in the stomach.  “Did you?” Two could play stupid here. Well, maybe only one was pretending.

[suburbanitealison]

Vacation Hiatus

I'll be in Florida for about the next week! So my activity will be low.

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manicuresforthesoul :

The silence felt heavy and horrible around Krystal. It seemed Alison couldn’t even stand to look at her anymore.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to, um… I talk a lot when I’m nervous, and sometimes I say something stupid. Sorry.”

Uncomfortable, Krystal’s eyes drifted to the cold cup of tea on the coffee table, then to the fresh band-aid on her arm, recalling the care with which Alison had disinfected the wound.

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re probably a really good mom.”

Now Alison felt bad, not intending to make Krystal feel uncomfortable. “It’s ok,” she replied, not daring to look back at the other woman yet. “I’ve had years to come to terms with it.” And she was still was, especially having seen Helena dote on her own (biological) children. 

At the compliment, she turned to look at Krystal, a tight smile present. “Thank you. I try my best to be. Especially when a teenage boy is one of my children.”

[suburbanitealison]

manicuresforthesoul :

“Oh.”

Krystal felt a weight forming in her chest, growing heavier and heavier as Alison spoke. She slumped against the back of the couch.

“I don’t, um… I don’t totally get it, but it’s not like, serious, right? We’ll be okay? Oh! I thought… don’t you have kids? Maybe like, whatever they did didn’t work on us?”

Alison was not getting a glimpse as to why Krystal was so naive. She didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. “I do, they’re just not mine biologically.” Setting the tube down on the table she suddenly found herself adjusting some of the craft tools. It was an uncomfortable fidget that she couldn’t stop in situations like this. “I couldn’t have- I’m not fertile.” She made sure her back was turned towards Krystal when she said that, not wanting to see whatever expression the other woman would have on herself.

[suburbanitealison]

manicuresforthesoul :

“Oh! Oh my god, I thought that was just your skin, but you’re sick! Oh my god, I am so sorry. Honestly, just like, stick your fingers wherever you have to. Whatever you need, I am here for you, okay? Ooh! Let me do your nails! I know it’s not medicine or whatever, but seriously? The next best thing. Not to brag, but I’m kind of a miracle worker.”

“Oh, and hey,” Krystal said, reaching forward and taking Alison’s hand. “You’re gonna beat this thing.”

Alison looked at Krystal with a perplexed expression. Before she could correct her, she was cut off by the other woman offering to do her nails. Looking down to her hand as it was taken into the blonde’s, she found herself being given the opportunity to speak. “I’m not- it’s not me who’s sick.”

Sighing heavily, she hoped that Krystal wouldn’t continue to get her words twisted. “When we were created, they made it so we could never biologically have children of our own. I don’t even know if they knew or not. But, when they did that, they basically made it so eventually we would form polyps in our ovaries and they would spread to other parts of our body until-” she cut herself off, clearing her throat as a way to compose herself. “I’m sure Cosima would explain that a lot better than I have.”

[suburbanitealison]

manicuresforthesoul :

“Mmkay,” Krystal relented, sensing the annoyance in Alison’s tone. “Skinny macchiato, actually.”

It didn’t seem that Alison thought much of that one way or the other, so Krystal quickly moved on.

“Cosima’s the hippie one, right? Are you sure we can like, trust her with this? I mean, just thinking about what she’s done to her hair, our hair… I’ve had actual nightmares about it. Like, literally. I just think that the way you present yourself on the outside says a lot about the way you are on the inside. And vice, uh… you know, vice-versus.”

Before she could respond to the correction on her drink order, she called Cosima the ‘hippie one’. “I’m not quite sure what her hair style has to do with her intelligence.” She hadn’t always been protective of the clones- her sisters. But, Krystal saying that had really rubbed her the wrong way. “She’s helping find us a cure.” As the words came out of her mouth she wondered if Krystal even knew that they were sick.

[suburbanitealison]

manicuresforthesoul :

“Not the first time I’ve heard that one. Right?”

Krystal flashed a knowing smirk at an unamused-looking Alison, which quickly morphed into a look of horror as her eyes fell to the cotton swab.

“Um, yeah, so I thought this was gonna be more of just like an interview type thing? I mean, we have the same DNA, right? Like, as hard as that is to believe? So no offense, I’m just not really seeing why you would have to, uh… put your fingers in my mouth. You know?”

“An interview,” Alison deadpanned, suddenly looking very confused. “I’m not going to put my fingers in your mouth.” She had already begun to lean forward but now straightened when she was met with resistance from Krystal. “I don’t know exactly why Cosima needs this, she said something about running tests.” Probably not the reassurance the blonde clone was looking for.

“Look, the quicker you let me do this, the quicker you can go get your skinny latte or whatever you get.”

[suburbanitealison]

manicuresforthesoul :

“Oh, right, yeah, the clone thing. I wouldn’t worry about that. Like, they probably didn’t even notice. I mean, I know I make it look effortless, but it actually takes a lot of work to maintain this look, and you, uh… also look so great. Loving the bangs, by the way.”

Krystal considered her options as she studied Alison’s tense expression.

“I think I’ll just grab something from Starbucks after I leave.”

“We can only hope all the chaos made it so they didn’t notice.” When Krystal had to backtrack and say that Alison also looked good, her facial muscles tensed as if she wanted to say something rude-too rude for Alison to say. Instead she gave a curt ‘thank you’.

“Ok, so then we should probably get started. Cosima said she’s too busy back at the lab to do this herself and Sarah is off doing who knows what. And we can’t trust Helena not to tamper with the DNA samples.” Grabbing the pair of gloves, she opened up one of the cotton swabs and grabbed a tube from the craft table. “Open your mouth as wide as you can and try not to gag, please.”

[manicuresforthesoul]

“That must’ve hurt.” (suburbanitealison)

“It did, thank you. But you know what? Life is all about learning from pain. That’s what I believe. So like, now I know not to go near your neighbor’s stupid, horrible dog ever again. Lesson learned.”

Krystal frowned at the bitter cup of tea in her hands.

“Sorry, do you have anything else?”

[suburbanitealison]

Alison paced in front of Krystal, almost more concerned as to what her neighbor must have thought of seeing someone who looked like her? She had done good thus far at keeping the clones an absolute secret. Hopefully in all the chaos she wouldn’t even remember seeing Alison’s look alike. 

“Hopefully you’ll also remember to not come through the front door again,” she replied, the tenseness in her body reaching her voice. Sighing heavily when she was asked if there was something else to drink, she took the tea from Krystal. “Water, iced tea or juice boxes are pretty much your only options.”

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kryla-i-svitlo :

Helena wanted to say I do not like this and this is pointless and if you say focus or relax one time more I will stab you in eye with crochet hook, but she wouldn’t. Sestra Alison was being much nice, teaching her how to make much soft baby blankets. But Sestra Alison was also much better at sewing than Helena was, and much better at crocheting also. Instead she said, “In convent I was not allowed to learn to sew but Sestra Irina taught me anyway. I am not good at sewing, also.” Gritting her teeth, she clumsily followed Alison’s directions, pushing her hook into the stitch that looked like a v—well, it did not to her, but Sestra Alison knew more about this than she did, so she was probably right. ““Thank you for teaching me.”

“It just takes patience.” She wasn’t sure if that was meant to comfort Helena or herself. Alison was certainly running out of patience of her own. “See? You got it.” Hearing the way the yarn squeaked made her cringe. “That sound means you’re pulling too tight. Relax your wrist here.” She gently tapped on Helena’s left wrist that was holding the hook.

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“It’s really very simple, Helena, if you would focus and relax.” Alison reached forward to show Helena where the next stitch was in the blanket she was attempting to crochet. Just wrap your yarn around the hook again and pushed it through this stitch. The one that looks like a ‘V’.

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