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@loyaltyburied // bc i love u.
“Do you think Rutledge will ever give up?”
Darcy tips back her bottle as she sits beside him on her sofa, eyes never leaving the television and its images moving on the screen. It’s irrelevant to the conversation, just a recap of the day’s earlier news.”--- do you think she really cares? About him, I mean?”
“I’ve been thinking.” There’s a hesitance in her voice, a second to breathe and mull over her words. There’s no subtle way to say it, so... “--- do you want to have a baby? I mean... we’d be good parents. Right?”
’ Hmmm. Could you read it again? ’ smol john demands bedtime stories
“Maybe Damien should read it again instead?” Darcy muses, nuzzling her nose over John’s cheek as she laid curled with him in her lap on his air mattress.
“He likes the way you do the voices,” Damien turns toward them from the kitchen, pointing at her with a Caprisun before tucking it into a full bag. Darcy planned to take John on a trip tomorrow so he volunteered to pack them lunches so she wouldn’t have to. And maybe so he could sneak in a healthy choice or two so his fiancée and her charge wouldn’t go into a diabetic coma well before noon reached them. “I can’t do voices.”
Darcy tips her head toward John, well prepared to tell him it’s time for bed but one look at his face, probably expectant and pouting, and she caves. Her face lights with a smile and she combs a hand through his curls, lips pecking over his cheek. She opens the book one more time, turning to the first page.
“Last time then bed, okay, sweetheart? Jim Hawkins lived on a distant planet in another galaxy, at another time, but his dreams were much like yours. He longed for adventure. Then, one remarkable summer, his wishes came true…”
Forehead kiss
Platonic touch // Send my muse an affectionate gesture! @longsilvcr
Darcy didn’t mean to act so off. Earlier that morning shehad stirred Damien awake with John nestled in between them with soft cries hewas all too sensitive toward. Apparently her whimpers were residual from a baddream concocted from warped memories of arguments past. Her fiancée had leftthat morning to go to work with kisses peppering her jaw, soft strokes to herhair and comforting words, but though she was better now, she’s finding it hardto keep herself from ruminating over what had really happened. And maybe worse,she wishes John hadn’t seen it. The last thing she wanted was waking him upfrom his sleep because she was cryingin hers.
Now she realizes she must have looked especially dazedsitting on the sofa like she was after she feels John’s lips peck over herforehead. She hadn’t even realized he’d come over. It makes her smile.
“Thanks, ya little Sour Patch,” Darcy rubs a thumb over hischeek and kisses his nose, but it’s a contemplative moment before she’swrapping her arms around him and giving him a careful squeeze. “I’m sorry Iwoke you today. Sometimes grown ups have nightmares, too.”
A gives her one of his soft, small smiles. “I hope you come one day,” he says quietly with soft eyes. He wishes her to be able to come to Azgeda, to be able to see the land he calls home. To see the beauty that comes from it, not just the stories of the cruelty of the people and the harshness of the land. There is something wonderful about it too, and he hopes she will see that. Roan shakes his head at the question “No…Echo has, in many ways filled that role.” Though the woman is capable enough to have her own second. She is his right hand and he hasn’t given much thought to having anyone else at his. Side be also isn’t sure if having a second is something he is cut out for. it takes a level of trust and opening oneself up. When he cares for people like that, it makes it harder to send them into battle.
“Maybe I will,” Darcy smiles and lifts her head up, pecking a kiss onto his lips, pulling away with a chuckle before stroking her fingers beneath his chin. She noses over the scuff on his cheek. “Soon?”
It does surprise her knowing he not only has no second but no candidates or thoughts about having one. Echo seems to fill the role but she had always held the woman to a much higher standard, congruent to Roan’s thoughts of her certainly capable of having a second of her own. She huffs softly in curious, contemplative thought. “When do the clans decide a second is no longer a second? I mean, when they move past that?”
“Of course,” he replies in a low voice, a little gruff and gravely. He’s glad to see the smile on her face and hear her agree to it. He gives a small nod “Good.” He was afraid she would argue or have some reason he shouldn’t do this with her. But instead she seems relieved and pleased by the proposition. Roan leans down and kisses her forehead.
He nods to her request “Sha.” He certainly couldn’t resist when she asks him like that, the simple request making him give her another small smile again. “Take as long as you need,” he says softly. He moves a free hand to stroke her hair before letting his fingers caress her cheeks, thumb brushing over her jaw. He leans down and presses his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, actually smiling and chuckling a little when they part. His forehead leans against hers “I love you.”
It warms Darcy when she sees him smiling so often, but the quiet laugh over her lips when he pulls away has her quirking a brow and smiling some, surprised. “And I love you, but why are you laughing?” She asks, unable to stop herself from joining him with a rolling chuckle of her own until the corners of her eyes wrinkle. “Why are we laughing? Stop, this is—“ The laughter is contagious now, or maybe it’s just her nerves. Or maybe, because she’s happy. “This is super serious!”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures her firmly, moving his hand to gently stroke her hair. “Chances are I’ve already got what you have.” He spends so much time with her he has to have been exposed by now. And even if that wasn’t the case, he still won’t leave her. Not when she is like this. “You think you can manage to eat a little?” He asks, still holding the straw near her mouth in case she can get some more water down.
“I dunno.” Darcy opens her eyes to look at him now, her brow furrowed. She hasn’t tried eating anything since waking up earlier that morning except some waffles, but she hadn’t been able to stomach much. Her appetite is shot, too, which doesn’t help motivate her to try and fill it again. “Maybe, but I don’t want to. M’ not hungry.” She doesn’t want to drink, either, but it’s easier than eating so she takes another sip from the cup he’d provided if just to satisfy him.
“Thank you,” It’s a soft murmur at first, so soft she’s not sure he heard it. So she says it again, loud enough so she’s positive her ears weren’t tricking her. Darcy nuzzles into her pillow, curling tighter to make more space for him on the bed in case he wants to sit or lay down. “You can put the TV on if you want.”
@kingroun from the sick meme bc i’m too lazy to find it. //
Darcy groans softly, hesitant to so much as stir beneath her covers. Her mind is hazy and her body hurts. Every now and then, it can’t decide if she’s too cold or too hot. Eventually she tilts forward enough for her lips to catch the straw (bless him for not making her move too much) and draws up a few long sips before forcing herself to pull away. “You’ll get sick if you hang around me. You should go home or--- or not here.”
Roan smirks slightly at her comment, knowing her well enough to know despite the jokes she enjoys the task. He has no doubt she would be well suited for child care. She has a kind heart and a soft soul, the type of nurturing and easy spirit which would do well for young ones.
He smiles softly when she nuzzles against him, tilting to kiss her forehead then resting his chin atop her head. He considers a question a moment before speaking, wanting to explain his homeland and culture in a way that would not sound harsh or repulsive to her. “The land is always cold, even during the summer it is cool,” he begins slowly “all the villages are in valleys. Only hunters venture further into the mountains. And seconds for initiation.”
“Seems like it would be,” she smiles, lifting a hand to trace circles over his chest. “Azgeda sounds as though it looks like every winter wonderland I’ve ever heard of growing up. I want to see it some day.” It would snow soon once winter settled in over the land, but it wasn’t permanent. And it wasn’t Roan’s home. She wants to see what he sees, where he lives and the land he loves and cares for now. “Do you have a second in Azgeda? Or candidates?” Perhaps he wants no second at all, but it seems all great warriors have them.
He takes on of her hands in his, fingers lacing together as he lifts the other to brush through her hair. “It’s your choice, Darcy,” He replies evenly. “Your life. They have no right to keep you from it.” He doesn’t care what exactly it is she chooses to tell them. He just doesn’t want her sneaking away in the night as if this is something to be ashamed of. As if this is wrong. Because it isn’t. He is certain nothing could be more right.
“I’ll come with you.”
If she needs to not have to do this alone than he will be there in a heartbeat. Her last sentence makes him shake his head. “They will have to,” he says firmly, brushing a thumb over her cheek. Some might not like it and that’s fine, but it is not their place to tell him who can or cannot be his niron.
“You’ll do that?” Her gaze lifts to meet his. It’s not that she’s shocked he’d offer to confront skaikru with her, after all it’s just like him to do so. She’s just pleased and eventually nods her head with a smile. It’s more a relief she won’t have to talk with them alone and she places her free hand over his, turning her head to kiss his palm as he keeps it settled over her hair. “I’d like that.”
Darcy presses a second kiss to his hand then looks down again as more thoughts filter through. What about the children here? She tended to look after them but now somebody else would have to. There was certainly no shortage of people but she would need to explain to them she was leaving, and tell them she could always visit. “I want to tell them tonight. Will you stay with me til then?” Her thumb brushes over his hand as she waits. “Then in the morning I can leave... but I want to talk to the kids, first.”
“You would be correct in that.” Varga answers, rising to his feet and passing her handkerchief. She has a spot of blood on her face from feeding, and his need for cleanliness has it bothering him immensely. “It’s available during our ‘daylight’ hours only. Stock gets replenished next week. The fresher blood is reserved for the elders, those nursing, those with child, or for young children recently weaned. There’s a system to coven life to keep everything balanced.”
He doesn’t mention that you could bribe their ‘cooks’ to giving you the fresher stock. Because it’s immoral and wrong, and only should be used when one is near feral due to thirst, or severely injured.
“No. It’s to teach recruits how to fight in restrained, close quarters. It’s of my own design. I fought the elder, Selene in it.” Varga puffs up with a sense of pride, stepping beside her as he keys in a few commands, readying the cage.
“Would you care to try it out? I will go easy on you, of course.”
“Right. Coven life.” Darcy wipes the handkerchief over each corner of her lip, then hesitates but eventually hands it back to him. “We were used to taking what we wanted,” she starts about her coven, shrugging. She is, too, if she was honest. She’d only been in the coven two months before the lycans stormed, but indulgence was hardly something new to her. And it was so easy being in the midst of the city that out here in the middle of the woods, she truly wondered how long she would last before her control slips “Balance will just have to take getting used to.”
She steadies her hand on one of the cage bars, then tilts her head toward him with an amused smirk. “But did you win?” Is the question she really wants answered. Seconds ago he bragged how powerful their new elder was, so she figures he didn’t but can’t help the question. “And what for? So you can kick my ass? I don’t think so, Varga. I may be a baby compared to everyone else in this coven but I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Steve had taken a pretty big step back from missions. He’d given over much of the leadership to Natasha and Rhodey, only spending time with the team for training and normal work days. He was loath to leave John for any amount of time, but he had now, a few times. Those missions had only lasted a matter of hours, though, and he’d always been back to John by the end of the day. This was the first time he was being called out for several days, and he hated it.
The soldier exhaled slowly and wrapped his arms around him as John clung to him. “I know, buddy. I know; I wanna stay with you. But I gotta go to work. It’s just a few days and I’ll call when I can, okay? Hey, we packed your Cap bear. He’s gonna keep you company until I get back, John, and I’ll be back before ya know it.” He ran a hand over the boy’s dark hair and bent to kiss the top of his head. Oh god, watching him cry and beg him to stay was going to break Steve’s heart.
It wasn’t good enough. Even if he held onto his teddy bear for every second, even if Steve called before he went to bed each night, it wasn’t good enough. He needed his guardian to be in the next room so that he could crawl into his bed after a nightmare. He needed Steve to make him meals and left him stir ingredients when he cooked. He needed his hero to kiss him on the head every night, every time he did something worthy of praise.
“Daddy, please!” he sobbed. John wasn’t sure where the name had come from. But he guessed it fit. Steve took care of him and did what daddies were supposed to do, right? Afraid his pleas wouldn’t work, he looked back at Darcy for support.
Darcy wishes she could say something to help John, but she can’t. There’s no way she could convince Steve to say if some other part of the world needed saving, and she could hardly tell John the reason he couldn’t go was because it was dangerous. That would just make things worse and worry John his favorite person in the whole world might not come back no matter how ludicrous the idea seemed.
“If he can come back any sooner, he will,” Darcy promises the boy after a moment spent trying to find the most helpful words she can think of. “And if he takes too much longer than he says, I’ll drag him back to you myself.” She offers him a smile, unwavering so John knows she’s not lacking confidence in her decision. “In the mean time, we can have a lot of fun, right? Plus there’s a few things I need to get done today and I’d really like your help, if you want.”
Varga chuckles again, enjoying the little game with her. He’s positive he’s never seen her around before,and can’t help but wonder if she’s new here. If she’s truly a fresh arrival, then she won’t have been shown her way around. Not his problem, but the death dealer recruit that acted as the tour guide was his problem.
“They’re a little dangerous to be considered toys. Ask Gregor outside to show you around the grounds. You look famished and my neck feels threatened. I will see you shortly.” He calmly dismisses her, returning the salute as a joke before he goes back to his task of organizing and cleaning up everything. Once it’s all in it’s proper place, he takes his seat near the arena ring and waits for Darcy’s return.
Darcy was escorted to the ring by Gregor himself, paying excellent mind to the paths and various halls through the building. Surely for nothing, most doors and corridors here looked the same, but she hopes it'd be of some help in the future.
"Thanks, Greg," Darcy smiles and waves at the gentleman who leaves her at the door. She turns toward Varga. "The blood tastes different here." She'd rather say it doesn't taste as fresh from the kill, more stale, but she doesn't want to be rude. Darcy had just been short of slipping toward a more feral state, but her mood was much better now thanks to them. "I'm presuming it's not a twenty four hour service?"
Next she begins toward the arena, curious. The cage was up, but that there was a cage at all... "Is this to hold lycans?"
*sees a dog* *gasps loudly*
too accurate
You know, for a crazy homeless person.. he’s pretty cut.
she is a paradox. she is faithful and yet detached. she is committed and yet relaxed. she loves everyone, and yet no one. she is sociable but also a loner. she is gentle and yet tough. she is passionate but can also be platonic. ( in short, she is predictable in her unpredictability… )
