Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-03 17:47:00 |
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Current location: | Ash's House |
Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | ash kowalski, mere delany, place: la |
The Fail of Mere's Cooking
Who: Ash and Mere
Where: Ash's House
When: Sunday, Feb. 28th, mid-morning
While Ash was asleep, Mere slipped downstairs to see what he had in the kitchen. Talk about starving. Of course, the morning sun distracted her when she realized that, once again, it wasn't burning the hell out of her skin and lighting it on fire, so she stared out of a window for ten minutes before remembered her task at hand. She wanted to cook breakfast. Not that she had been a Julia Child before or anything, but something in the back of her mind told her that this was probably a bad idea. Still, when she discovered pancake mix and stuff to make pancakes in Ash's kitchen, she figured it was worth a try.
Fast forward to twenty minutes later, to Mere covered in pancake batter as she tried to actually get the crap into the pan so that she could try to make at least one decent pancake. The dead remnants of a few others, burnt to a crisp, were in the garbage can as the kitchen was littered with the wasted (apparently, anyway) efforts of her non-progress. "Stupid pancakes. How can this be so hard?" she muttered to herself as she tried to make another one.
Ok. Even to someone as wounded inside as Ash? This was pretty funny. He padded, half-asleep still, into the kitchen, in his (what else?) black pajama bottoms, rubbing his eyes as he processed this all. "From undead goddess to this. Lord, how the mighty have fallen."
"Yeah, well the undead goddess that I was before didn't have to eat," Mere commented, glaring at the stove as she finally turned it off in defeat. "So...I suggest IHOP for breakfast. Or delivery. Do any breakfast places deliver?" You'd think that she had been a vampire for far longer than a year with how inept she was feeling at this. "I wanted to make you breakfast too, but that's in the garbage along with mine."
"Hey. There's something to be said for trying." He looked at the trash, a brow raising at the holocaust of food that was now in the garbage. "Gotta say: when you fail at something, you do it in spectacular fashion."
"Thanks," she said, her tone dry. "Sorry about the kitchen," she said with a slight and apologetic grin on her face. "I'll clean it, I swear." Hey, at least she hadn't caught anything on fire, right?
"Yeah. Fire? Not so good. Thanks for, you know... trying, though." He said, still seemingly amazed at the mess one girl could manage to make in less than 45 minutes.
Just imagine what she could do in an hour. "So, are you hungry at all?" she asked him as she started to go around and try to clean up a little. Of course, as soon as she was done, she'd have to take a shower, because there was pancake batter in her hair (and no, she doesn't know how it got there).
"Not really. Haven't been in days. Guessing that's not gonna be an acceptable answer though." He was trying here. To be... more himself. He wasn't doing a stellar job, by any means, but at least he was trying.
"No, it's fine. It's just that I'm STARVING," Mere said to him. God, and she still had people to talk to, which she really didn't want to do yet. How was she going to explain anything that had happened since she had come here? "And you need to eat something, Ash."
He almost did it. ALMOST made a joke there. But... even as good as she looked, he couldn't quite force himself to make it. "Fine, fine... don't feel like going out, but I'll make some toast or eggs or something for now, and we'll order out for lunch. There's a good Chinese place a few streets away."
She nodded. That was fine. She didn't really want to go out, either, honestly. "OK, I guess I'll clean while you try to put together something." It was sad that she really wasn't sure how to act around him right now. She didn't want to get flirty because she didn't want to basically be dancing on Lucy's grave and all, but all she wanted to do was kiss and cuddle him and TRY to make him feel better. That would probably backfire in her face, though.
"Clean? Look. Just... let it go for now. I'll take care of this hazmat case later. Let's just get you cleaned up for now, ok? You look like you just slaughtered a Pillsbury factory." Odd, that this was the most talking Ash had done since everything happened. One thing was still nagging at him though: she wasnt a monster anymore. Yet... when his magic was 'cleansing' her, she had to have gotten mental images of all the things he'd done. In particular his savage torture of Michele. While, granted, she HAD killed Lucy... was there ever an excuse to torture, maim, and destroy someone so vividly, so... horribly... and ENJOY it? "Mere... I know... you had to have seen what happened. Are you sure you feel safe here with me?"
She had seen it, and had sort of buried it deep down inside of her. They had to talk about it, though. "Ash, you're not the only one that's killed a person and got a kick out of it," she pointed out to him. "I had LIKED what I did to Paige." That was the first time she had admitted that to anyone. "I was angry when I did it, but I didn't feel remorse for killing her so much as I felt remorse for what she did afterward." Of course, putting the soul back in her had changed all of that, but it was true. "I trust you, though. I trust you fully now. You're not going to hurt me, and I'm not going to leave you."
"The bad part is.... if she were here again?" He met Meredith's gaze, not about to lie about anything now. "I would do it all over. Every. Single. Time. I promised her that one day, when I die... I would find her in hell. And spend eternity tormenting her. And I still mean it."
"I don't think you'll go to hell, Ash," she said to him. "I'm not even sure I believe in a hell. You were grieving when you did that. You still are. Besides, you killed a creature that tortured and killed the girl you love. If anything's forgivable, it's that."
Ash just... said nothing. As inside? He was HOPING he'd see her again. For what she did to Lucy? Michele deserved an eternity of torment. And Ash wanted to be the one to give it to her. "I'm beginning to think I could murder a family of six, and you'd find a way to excuse me." He said, smirking slightly. Hey... nobody said he couldn't TRY to tease.
"Would you rather me tell you that you're bad and going to hell?" Mere questioned, arching an eyebrow at him. Still, she smiled at him. "And I probably would. I'm sort of eternally forgiving like that." Probably one of her better qualities was her ability to forgive and basically forget all transgressions after a while.
"Either that or you've just got it stupidly bad for me." He walked closer to her, hugging her tightly, even if she WAS sticky as hell. And smelled like flour and dough.
She hugged him back. "Can it be both?" she asked him. It was kind of hard to separate the two concepts in her head, at least as far as when they came to Ash.
"It can. Now... come on. Let's get you cleaned up." He sighed, leading her out of the war zone that used to be his kitchen...