Person: Bebe’s Baybee @lulucretias Location: The Big Pink Room It’s kind of hilarious really, whenever she thinks about it. There are days where she forgets completely that she was something else beforehand. That she had a sister, a mother, a father, that they traveled from place to place, that they did magic. It’s always when blood is circling the drain, that’s always when she remembers. So she takes her time with it, stands under the spray of the water that is far too hot to touch human skin and just sort of watches it all circle the drain. There’s a lot this time and when it sort of sits there before it can get down the drain, it reminds her of the Inferno. It reminds her of a time where she had felt like she couldn’t quite get all of the blood off. And then she gets out and she towels off in this big and fluffy white thing like it’s all nothing, slides into a big tshirt, then her robe, and then she’s stepping out of the bathroom and into her room. Everything else melts away, circles the drain, and disappears because there on her bed, flicking through Netflix is Lucretia who is flicking away through titles with one hand and eating fries with the other, her feet kicking where they’re hanging off the end of the bed. “Anything but New Moon again, let’s do part two of Breaking Dawn.” Bebe says it as if they hadn’t just killed a god, as if life for them wasn’t just potentially irreparably damaged or perhaps ridiculously improved. It hits her all at once. Stepping forward towards the bed, she steps in front of the tv, stands there before Lucretia in one of her old tshirts that she’d stolen during the move to the new hideaway and her fingers go to those perfect cheekbones. “You’re kind of amazing.” It’s a lot quieter than usual, it’s devoid of the usual snark, there’s nothing aloof about it. Just like that time at Lupercalia when she’d been convinced they were royally fucked and she’d had to be honest with not just herself, but the woman before her.
