Daisy Monroe (foolofhearts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-08-27 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-15, daisy, rina |
somewhere to lay my head
Who: Daisy and Rina
When: Afternoon
Where: Daisy and Joseph's house
For as long as Daisy could remember, she had always loved getting up in the morning and dressing herself for the day. Clothes were something meant to have fun with. Anyone who looked at her wardrobe could see that she had little fear, whether it came to color or how much skin a particular outfit would show off; in fact, some might argue that the more of her on display, the more she preferred an article of clothing, which was not far from the truth. She approached her closet with all the enthusiasm of a child. Except for today; today, the last thing that Daisy wanted to dress as was herself. Everything was too bright, too tight, or too showy. How she had managed to live this long and not own a pair of sweatpants was beyond her. Even if she had had any to wear, such telling clothes would be out of the question. Daisy was supposed to act as though nothing was wrong: no more tears, no sleeping all day, and most certainly no dressing out of character. That was a good word for what she felt like today. Character. She felt like a farce of herself. She eventually settled on a compromise. Her clothing was colorful and tight, true to form, but whenever Joseph left the room, the first thing she did was wrap herself up in the largest sweater she could find; when he walked back in, off it would go, thrown where she hoped he wouldn’t see. If he did notice he never said anything. Mostly Joseph was keeping to himself, shut up in his room away from the drizzle and humidity that lay outside. For once, Daisy was okay with that. She needed her space too. It was harder to keep herself together when they spent too much time alone. So many times before , she had been able to push all the horrible things to the back of her mind and leave them there to be forgotten – the first time Joseph hit her, when he came very near to killing her, the horrible things he would say when he was lucid – but this incident was completely different and harder to ignore. More than once she had to stop herself from slipping into a tearful apology when she looked at him or keep herself from getting sick when something he said or did reminded her of that bastard from the church. Daisy wouldn’t give him the benefit of even thinking his name. She had thought that burning their bed would make her feel better. In a way, it had. She could sleep at night without thinking about the whore that Joseph had brought back to their house, but the fact that she had been forbidden from laying a hand on her left Daisy feeling like there was a hole inside of her. Who did she have to talk to? Daisy sat on the couch, staring blankly at the fire that roared in the fireplace as she made a mental list of all the friends she had in Scarlet Oak. There was Lida, but they were barely getting to know one another. There was also Rina, who had not only helped her, but saved her life. Would she understand? There was a nagging voice in the back of her head that whispered that an angel might not look so kindly on the life that Daisy led. Still, she was certain that she would go insane if she went another day without a friendly face smiling back at her. She shut her eyes tight, trying to remember what Rina had told her about summoning. “What is it? What is it,” she pressed her hand to her head trying to recall. “Oh!” Daisy paused to clear her throat. “I invoke Rina Nimitz.” There; now it was only a matter of waiting. |