Sarah Connor is cursed to be ever vigilant (ever_vigilant) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-07-22 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, neena thurman (domino), romany wisdom |
Yeh need to tell 'im those words...
Who: Domino, Romany
What: A bit of a sister/sister talk, of sorts
When: Sunday, sometime.
Where: The Wisdom/Thurman residence
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for Witchy Shows and Painkillers
Status: Complete
Romany was humming to herself. She lay on the couch, high as a kite and watching Supernatural.
Pete had gone to get her from the hospital, just as he'd told Dom he would last night. Dom was slightly relieved to see that - she'd been going to offer, herself, but it was good to see him get up off the couch. It meant he was still functioning in one way or another.
When he got home and settled Romany in, he'd curled up with his laptop, scotch, and cigarettes to stare at various interpol feeds or what have you. Dom wasn't too sure. He'd shut himself in the bedroom, and she wasn't asking. She was still pretty sure they weren't speaking to eachother.
He'd wordlessly left Romany's care in her capable hands, and she figured at least for a few hours she'd coordinate getting the shop ready for re-opening over the phone while keeping an eye on the other woman. She headed into the living room, and handed Romany a sandwich.
"It's not sunday roast, but it's food."
She looked at the sandwich, then petted the sandwich, as though it were the best sandwich that she'd never eaten. Then she took a bite and groaned, "Oh tha'sgood duck!" She patted the...she wasn't sure what it was but it was next to her, "'ave a seat."
"Well it's made with your leftover roast, so you get most of the credit," Dom replied. She eyed the couch, then eyed Romany. She was busy, but she supposed it didn't hurt take a seat for a bit.
Phone in hand and at the ready, She went ahead and curled up on the couch next to Romany.
"There were leftovers? Right then." Romany smiled and worked on her sandwich, "So 'ow's it goin' with you? I know there's some fightin'."
Dom frowned, then wished she hadn't. Since yesterday the bruise on her face had gained all kinds of pretty colors, and moving her mouth at all was bad enough. She winced a bit, thinking that's what Romany meant, "Nothing I havn't lived through before. The important thing is someone who should have died went free, instead."
"I meant tween yeh an' me evil little brother," Romany corrected. She'd long ago accepted that some people had dangerous jobs. Dom's bruises were from that, though if she weren't high on painkillers she would have ..okay she will anyway, "Though you might want t'cover that up better so peoples don't assume."
"I don't have any cover up light enough anymore," Dom replied with a bit of a sigh. She pulled her knees up against her chest, and tried to pay attention to what was going on, on the tv.
"... What are you watching?"
"I'll get you somethin' from the costume shop," Romany assured her. "It's called Supernatural. Witchy show." Naturally, her mind wasn't making the connection to Dean, which would probably bother her later when it finally did. But she liked the show.
"Pete's actually mentioned a few places I can get white cover up... that'll be too light for me yet, but I can probably mix the two and get something. It's coming in the mail. It probably got stuck at the post office in all of this."
Dom's voice was a bit absent. A migraine was setting in, and the world was slowly starting to spin counter-clockwise. And she didn't want to talk about Pete. She wasn't sure what Romany would say to him if she did, "... Witchy show... right..."
Wordlessly, Romany offered Dom one of her painkillers, "Yeh look like yeh need this as much as I do. Tell sis wots really up?"
The painkiller was handed back to her, with a bit of a shake of Dom's head. She'd already taken a migraine pill, and didn't know how they'd interact.
"... Well right now," Dom said lightly, while slowly shutting her eyes, "The world is spinning, and Susie is pointing at my head again. Lazarus seems to think it's funny to continuously knock on the door to my bedroom, even though Pete can't hear him. I'm chained to the wall in the corner, and Tolliver is watching, I can feel his eyes."
"You're haunted in yeh own mind, duck," Romany replied cheerfully. "Nothin' I can do 'bout that. But jus' 'old in there an' I know it'll work out. Cards told me it would. Change never comes without a lot o'hardness."
"Mine told me, too," Dom nodded. She wished the meds they'd given her for nausea weren't in the bedroom right then. Haunted in her own mind was a funny way of putting it, but it was close enough to reality, she guessed.
"... We wanted to get married, or ... we've been talking about it."
"That's wot the cards told me too," Romany said dizzily. She grinned a bit, "You should wear an off-white."
"I don't know if it's even going to happen now," Dom frowned. Last night was still very fresh in her mind. He'd done a whole lot of not talking, and sometime between when she'd passed out in the shower and when she'd woken up, the only movement or change had been that Pete's near lifeless drunken body had moved from the kitchen floor to the couch.
She'd left him there. It'd been the first time she'd slept alone in a while, and she still felt like it was her fault somehow. She'd made him angry, or pushed him too hard.
"Fights 'appen. Sometimes they're terrible rows that make it feel like it's t'end of the world an' yeh'll never work out. Then yeh realize it was a stupid thing an' yeh talk it out. Sometimes it takes a few days, but few couples ever have this perfect thing." Romany snorted, like a perfect thing would some how be boring, anyway.
"With Petey there's a time to press an' a time not t'press. Usually yeh 'ave to let him soak a bit before pressin'. Then yeh twist his thumbs 'till 'e starts talkin'."
Dom rested her chin on her knees, "I know it won't be perfect. I've never fully gotten along with anyone I've been with. Even the last one I was married to. And I used to be ... well I didn't open up, either. Not even when thumb twisting was happening."
She glanced at Romany, "My problem is that since these dreams have started... There's a lot of stuff, Rommy. Stuff I'd never say... stuff I can't even tell you... but he pushed me to say that stuff. And I let him."
"Yeh don't feel like he's lettin' yeh return the favor." Romany nodded her head knowingly, "Give 'im time. 'e's always been a bit slow but 'e'll open up. Even I 'ave trouble sometimes."
"I don't want us to stop talking to eachother. I feel like the day that happens, we might as well give up. And I don't want to give up. I don't want to run away, I just don't know how to deal with this."
Dom rubbed at her head, "I think he's worried that I have too much going on."
"Did yeh tell 'im that? In those exact words, duck?"
"No... I didnt even think the words up until just now."
Dom sighed, and ran both hands up into her hair. She DID have a lot going on. It was distracting, sure. But most of the time she tried to keep those distractions to herself... well that was a lot like what Pete was probably doing, too. She really needed to talk to him.
"It'll probably have to wait until after Kitty's found. He'll be too wound up on that until then."
"Yeh need to tell 'im those words, as soon as possible. Before things fester any more. Think o'them like a bottle of antiseptic yeh gotta pour on the wounds. It'll sting but be better in the long run."
Romany snorted, "Don' worry bout none o'that. He'll be wound up after that too. Ain't like yeh can do anythin' but wait until somethin' comes down. Lots o'time to talk."
"If he talks. Which he won't." Dom's voice quivered with anger at that, and she got up off the couch. She needed to pace, even if the floor felt like it was going to come out from under her.
"Yeh pressin' in the wrong places. 'it 'im in the 'eart." Romany sat up, and tried to stand herself, "Last thing..last thing either of yeh need is t'give up an' walk away."
"Hey. No. Where are you going?" Dom reached out a hand and pressed it against Romany's shoulder, stumbling a bit and half using it to brace herself for a second.
"You fell on a knife and got stabbed. You're staying put."
"Gotta kick me brother's arse!"
"Let his wife do that, I have to be good for something," Dom mumbled. She didn't even notice the word she'd used.
She pressed Romany back down on the couch, "I'll handle it, okay? Somehow. I don't know how. I'll tell him those exact words, maybe. But you, you stay put. The last thing we need is you springing a leak and dying on us."
Romany started, blinking at Neena. Wife? huh. She grinned a bit, "Promise. Promise yeh'll use those exact words."
"I promise. If you promise to stay on the couch like a good girl. I'll have to head out to my shop at some point today, but you're not moving unless you need to pee or something."
Dom wagged her finger at Romany, like she was already scolding her, even though she hadn't gotten up yet. Then she rose back up to a more standing position, and waited for everything to normalize out.
"Off white or a pearly white, we were thinking," She added, randomly.
"Pearly," Romany said, closing her eyes. It was time for another pill, she decided.
Dom got her some water for that other pill, fired off a few more messages to work, and then stood outside her bedroom door. She took a deep breath, let it out, and then headed inside.