It whispers to me softly "come and play" Who: Darcie and Darklis When: Evening Where: Along the streets
The full moon was coming. Darcie could feel it itching inside of her bones, scratching at the smooth surfaces of the inside of her skull like something that needed to just explode out. And it would explode. True, she didn't get to enjoy it in the same way that she knew Zaviar did, but that was alright. She didn't even remember the night so it didn't matter that she was going to spend it locked up inside of some cage while Rodger sat outside in his massive bear form, ready to swat her down if she somehow managed to get out. She was pretty certain that one of the scars on her back was from something like that even if he wouldn't ever admit that he'd done it. Darcie knew, she knew these things. He didn't have to mean to hurt her for it to happen all the same. Besides she didn't remember it so it didn't matter. Except for when it did because she was having a Moment and started screaming at him. Those could be the best times, when the anger was boiling all along the surface and she was only a little push away from exploding into her hybrid form. If Rodger didn't say the wrong thing then those were the best nights and she even would spend a little time sleeping in the same bed as him before she needed more space and less of his heat pressing down. Tonight could've been one of those nights.
Could've been.
Rodger hadn't said the right thing. No, no he'd gone and said the wrong one and Darcie had stalked out onto the streets. It wouldn't take him too long to come looking for her, she knew how he was and he worried over her being out alone this close to the full moon, but until he did she was going to enjoy her freedom. Her feet had tried to take her towards Zaviar's house but she'd stopped and tilted her head, rocking back and forth on her heels in the rain while she thought about it. Better to think about that then the fact that it was raining. But the rain was alright so long as it was just the rain. It would be when the thunder and lightning started that she needed to run and hide. If the lightning came then it'd come for her, she knew that it would, and she wasn't ready to be burned all up yet. "Which isn't fair!" Darcie shouted up at the sky, choking a bit when the hard rain went down her throat. She shivered and wrapped her arms tighter around herself, wishing that she'd thought to wear something more than just wrist warmers to keep her warm. Once upon a time was the day when she'd have been able to spend the entire day out in this storm without catching chill, but now? Now she felt a little more sluggish the longer she was out and it wasn't long before she had pressed herself under what she thought was a willow tree, shivering as she pressed her back against it and coughed. Did she need to cough? "It's still not fair," she informed the sky through the branches. "I deserve the rain more than anyone." And she did!