#darcy 003

[ghostinthehuman]

@themiddlebear replied to your post “[pm] Do you remember what it's like to lo Cricket,...”:

[pm] It means whatever little spot that you've got inside of her, you'll be out of it.

​[pm] Whatsoever does that have to do with my ass?

I have often seen you looking at it much as a lecherous man would. I see now that it was not perverse desire, but anger; hatred for the bum. [...] Your stench is intolerable. [...] As is everything about you.

I don't find you very frightening. I have seen too much of you; I know you are tender-hearted, soft like fur. The most of violence you can summon is abandonment, which you have already done once to me.

Dude.

-Cricket Clay.

[ghostinthehuman]

[pm] Do you remember what it's like to lo

Cricket, are you in there somewhere, I can't do

[user stares at the unanswered text messages, from before she found out that Cricket was no longer Cricket. She sits, typing and retyping, then moves to look at Not-Cricket's online interactions. She knows Cricket would be angry. She knows that Cricket cared most about having control, and now there's a parasite feeding off of her friend. She knows that it's only a matter of time before death comes for her, or the parasite does, and there's no saving Cricket, there's no saving her from anything. Cricket might already be gone, because she's been preoccupied. She's lost everything, and she keeps losing, and Darcy doesn't know what to do. There's no fear, just stagnation. She's frozen in place. There's no moving forward, not in the way she wants to. She's stuck. What does she do?]

I miss you, please don't be

I'm calling an exterminator for your ass, soon.

[pm] Dear Darcy,

Why are you trying to remove my ass? Without it, I shall not be able to sit.

Concerned, Cricket.

[maverick-wh]

LOCATION: Book Store WHO: @touchofmxgic

Maverick let the door of the bookstore swing shut behind them, the soft chime fading into the warm hush of shelves and paper and quiet conversation. He lingered just inside for a moment, letting his eyes adjust as he took in the rows of books stretching out in every direction. It was the kind of place that made him feel like he should be moving slower than he usually did, like the world outside could wait a little while. He glanced over at Darcy with a faint smile, shifting his weight slightly as he gestured down one of the aisles. “Thanks for coming out and spending time with me, what genre shall we check out first?”