Jack (jackissuperfly) wrote in pup_prompts, @ 2008-10-19 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 8 |
Who: Luna Maximoff and Billy Batson
From: undertherainbow
By: The Illustrious Jack
Prompt: Anger!
Luna spent as much of her time as possible being fun. It came naturally to her, for some reason. She didn't know why. Inhumans had the same approach to fun as they had to everything else, which was to avoid it, and her father's idea of amusement was standing around insulting people. Admittedly, she did the same thing, but she could usually spare a moment or two to play a game.
Then five days out of the month happened, and Luna single-handedly earned the mutant reputation for danger.
Luna was, at the moment, doing her best to ignore her impulses. When the television had become too annoying to watch, she turned it off rather than throwing it out the window. When lemon juice squirted in her eye when she made a salad, she did not break everything in the kitchen with a frying pan, but instead washed her eye with water. When a telemarketer called while she was in the bathroom, she very calmly (albeit shakily) said that she didn't want any. She did not call a cab, drive down to the person's place of business, find the individual foolish enough to call her, slit their throat, rip out their entrails, and dance gleefully in their blood. It was a near thing, though.
And now, having eaten her salad and turned off the television and hung up the phone, Luna was digging through her freezer and becoming more and more annoyed with it and the world in general. Ice? Why would she have that? When did she need frozen water? She chucked it into the sink. Frozen vegetables? Wasn't it bad enough that she'd just forced down fresh ones? Into the trash they went. Leftover spaghetti sauce? That was probably Billy's doing, filling up her freezer with trash that, by rights, should have gone down the drain a long time ago. Stupid Billy. Stupid sauce. "ARGH!" she yelled, throwing the cheap container out a window that was fortunate enough to be open at the time. "WHERE IS IT?"
The freezer was lacking in ice cream, and her frustration was such that it was only her small frame that kept her from throwing the whole damn thing outside. Luna tried to take a few deep breaths, but the supposedly calming exercise only reminded her that she very clearly wasn't using her mouth to eat ice cream, the way God intended. As such, she was grumpy.
"FUCK THIS SHIT!"
Luna stormed through the flat, daring a neighbor to say anything. There was no knock on the door nor ring on the phone, so they were safe for the time being. When she got to her bedroom, she threw herself onto the bed and wrapped herself up in the covers, intent on curling up and sleeping it off. Sleep wouldn't come, though, possibly because she was still flooded with adrenaline and looking to injure someone.
She hated feeling this way, and she hated being out of control of her own emotions. Yesterday she'd spent all afternoon crying about a dead mouse she'd found under the sink. Most of all, she hated how clichéd it was. And even knowing that, she still found herself unable to keep from getting angry or sad or whatever without warning. On the bright side, however, she wasn't Aunt Wanda. There was a reason she was called the Scarlet Witch.
With an groan, she rolled out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. The thought was that a nice hot bath would help. She would either relax or cook, and either way she wouldn't have to deal with her uterus anymore.
Luna took her eighth or so dose of ibuprofen while the tub filled up, probably doing her liver all sorts of damage. She didn't care. Ideally she would damage her liver so much that it would start attacking her uterus for spare parts, and her problem would be solved. She was reasonably certain that it didn't work like that, but possibly her body would make an exception.
When it was full, she stripped and lowered herself into the steaming water. It was just slightly too hot, and she loved it. It was like she was finding a hitherto unconsidered third option after relaxing and cooking: melting. If anyone thought to come looking for her after she spent a few days in there, they would have to skim her off the top.
And then there was a knock at the door. Never before had Luna been so ready to commit murder. After letting out a long stream of profanities in every language she knew, she got out of the tub, wrapped a towel around herself, and went to go hurt someone.
When she opened the front door, Billy was standing there. He opened his mouth, probably to apologize, but Luna was having none of that. "WHAT? I'm bleeding, my eye hurts, I can't sleep, no one will leave me alone, I'm bleeding, and the first bit of relaxation I've had all day, you come and fucking interrupt me! Why should I allow you to live?!"
Billy stared like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck. On fire. That is made entirely of spikes. When he found his voice, he held up a paper bag like it was a shield. "I have ice cream. I know that you like ice cream when you're feeling bad."
Luna's face instantly softened. If pressed, she would say it was because Billy had thought of her and known that she was in the need of some attention, no matter what she said. It would be only partly true. She really needed the ice cream.
She sighed. "Come in," she said, smiling despite herself. The murderous rage had ebbed to a murderous hunger, and she could just about handle that.
Still worried, but less so, Billy followed his towel-clad girlfriend into her apartment. They hadn't gotten farther than the living room before his worry was proven justified. Luna spun around and tossed her towel at him. "Ack! Start... warning me!" he exclaimed, turning around quickly. Judging from his colors, Luna thought, he hadn't turned around quickly enough to avoid seeing her body.
"It's nothing you've never seen before, you prude," said Luna. His embarrassment was a bright pink glow in his otherwise pale and gentle aura, although there was a tinge of desire as well. The only reason she didn't change in front of him was because her clothes and hygiene products were in another room. A few minutes later, she returned to the living room and found Billy still standing there, still facing the other way. Any other time of the month she'd be jumping him right now. As it was, she just wanted her ice cream. "It's safe to look," she teased.
"Here," said Billy. He turned around cautiously, holding out the bag as if worried of another mood swing.
"Thank you. I'm not going to bite. Well, that's not true, but I'm not going to bite for at least three more days." Luna took the offered bag and started to sit down on the couch before thinking better of it. "Ugh, I don't want to be in here, the phone might ring and I'd have to kill you. No offense, you're just close. Come to bed with me." Billy froze and whimpered. "We're not going to have sex, I'm on the rag. Just... come to bed with me."
Slipping off his shoes, Billy followed Luna to her bedroom. "I wasn't thinking sexy things," he said in a completely unconvincing voice.
"Billy, you're always thinking sexy things. It's part of the reason I like you so much." She hopped into bed and began systematically destroying the quart that Billy had been so kind to provide. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched in a sort of fascinated horror. It was less than ten minutes before she threw the empty carton into the trash can by her bed. "Whew."
"No ice cream headache?" Billy asked, his jaw hanging loose.
"With all the cramps I've dealt with today, there was no room." She kissed Billy briefly, a mere peck on the lips, but he glowed as if she'd just shoved her tongue down his throat and grabbed his ass. Then she pulled him down, unwilling to let him sit there and be uncomfortable physically when he could lie down and be uncomfortable mentally.
She leaned over his head and pulled his legs until he took the hint and lay down beside her. "You need to learn about personal space," he said, his voice slightly muffled by her breasts.
"No I don't." When he was lying to her specifications, she slid beside him and pulled her covers over them both. "Just... lie here for a while with me, okay?"
She felt him place his arms around her and she smiled. "Okay."
The next thing she knew, she was waking up. Billy's breathing was steady and his heartbeat was steady in her ear. Luna sat up and Billy stirred. "I'm surprised you're still here," said Luna sleepily.
Billy let out a yawn and scratched his head. "You might have needed me for something."
"Thank you." Luna stretched and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend, sighing into his chest. "I feel much better. I'm glad you--" Her alarm clock chose that minute to go off, and she brought her fist down on it so hard that the casing cracked and the display flashed 88:88 before it faded away. "I'm glad you stayed."