Daisy Monroe (foolofhearts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-18 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-12, daisy, joseph |
when the world crumbles down
Who: Daisy and Joseph
Where: Their house
When: Early Evening, after this
Warning: Definite violence and general bad things. It's not good to make a unbalanced fire elemental upset.
Daisy had walked until she was sure that she had blisters on her feet. She had actually come close to going home a handful of times, but whenever she got close to the street where her house was waiting for her, she took another detour and killed more time. Every part of her felt numb from the cold and more than anything she wanted to take a shower and scrub away toady, but she was terrified of facing Joseph. She was an open book to him. There was no way that she could look him in the eye and not give herself away completely. That she had been gone for hours, much longer than what was expected, was enough to alert him that something was wrong never occurred to Daisy. Unable to take the agony her shoes were causing her any more, though she thought it was the least she deserved, she slipped the heels off and finally made her way home. Those few blocks down the street were the longest of she had ever walked. It didn't help that she stopped every few feet to rebuild what little courage she had. Normally when Daisy came home, she stopped on the front steps to stare up in pride at the house that belonged to both her and Joseph. Sure, it was in a name that wasn't really theirs, but it was their home. She loved having a place that she could refer to as "ours". But as she stood on the steps now, the only thing she felt was sorrow. Daisy didn't deserve the house, or the man waiting inside of it. She carefully creeped up to the door and twisted the knob slowly so that there would be no sound to announce her arrival home. A sigh of relief escaped her when she opened it and didn't find Joseph standing there, waiting for her. All she needed was to get upstairs, take a shower, and get herself together, then she could face Joseph. By then, she would have figured out what to say. When she made it all the way up to the bathroom connected to their bedroom without sound or sight of Joseph and Bandit, a small worry flooded through her. Would he have gone out to look for her? The thought alone made her feel that much worse. Daisy turned the hot water on full blast and stood under it for a good fifteen minutes before she even thought of moving to wash herself. Her clothing had been discarded -- literally balled up and thrown into the trash; she would never wear them again. She wasn't sure how long she had been in the shower. Every time she finished and rinsed the soap of her skin, she would start to cry and would feel the need to start the entire process all over again. Daisy couldn't decide what was worse about what had happened: the fact that she had done it or the fact that she couldn't understand why it had seemed okay to do so. What had come over her? The hot water eventually ran out, but it wasn't until the water turned freezing that she turned it off and stepped out. Daisy didn't bother to dry herself off, just went over to her dresser and found the baggiest pair of pajamas she owned, which were still was not as loose as she wanted. She decided that she would let Joseph come find her, instead of seeking him out. She still didn't know what she was going to say. At first she moved to crawl up onto the bed, but it felt so wrong that her limbs practically screamed in protest. Instead, Daisy curled up on the floor by her side of the mattress. She shut her eyes and prayed that she would fall asleep and wake up to find that this had been nothing but a dream. |