Bishop/Marina --> Demi/Marina (just arriving)
“Of course,” Demi stepped over to Marina and took the curling iron from her, focused turned to doing what the other woman asked while she thought about the symbolism of the breaking of a glass. “It’s poetic, but how does it explain loving and marrying more than one person in your lifetime?” Soulmates was one of those concepts she had never bought into, partially because Demi liked to believe she was a whole person on her own, soul and all. Before continuing with her thought process, she released the piece of hair she had twined around the iron and sectioned out another portion of hair to curl. “I understand the idea of completing some kind of journey, possibly even figuring out who you are before stepping into marriage, but two halves of a whole? I don’t know, it could be I’m against the idea because of personal reasons,” Reasons she thought Marina might understand since they shared something in common in their relationships, they were both women who loved men that had lost a wife to this world. “Like I just don’t believe there’s only one person you’re meant to be with.” Call it selfish maybe, but she wanted to believe that her relationship with Isaac was just as important as his relationship with Callie had been. Wanted to believe that he could love her just as much and with his whole heart and soul, not just a portion of it.
“Yeah, I have a hard time believing my Ma was destined to be with a man that physically abused her and me. But I think she clung to all that romantic shit because it was so bad, you know? Like, it gave her a reason to stay,” Marina said as she worked to sit still. Talking about all of this actually made her feel uneasy. Love wasn’t something she’d ever really thought about before Vic. Her parents sure as hell weren’t an example she strived to live up to and with Emmanuel it was something else and it wasn’t talked about, so it felt like a non-issue.
Needing something to justifying staying with a man like that Demi could understand, even if she had never been with anyone like that. If clinging to some romanticized portion of a religious ceremony had somehow made things even a fraction easier, than she couldn’t fault Marina’s mom. “Sometimes you do what you have to or need to do in order to survive a situation,” she commented while still focused on her task of curling the other woman’s hair. “I get that.” Demi added honestly, knowing she had done her fair share of things just to make it another day in La Quinta.
After a few moments, Marina cleared her throat. “Anyway. That shit’s in the past. And breaking and shooting shit is just fun. And we’d be bad Jews if we didn’t do something like that, even if we don’t really believe in the story behind it. Because it’s not like we can afford to piss God off any more than He already is,” she joked.
Demi laughed. “Today isn’t about the past anyway, it’s about the future and shit,” If Marina didn’t want to dwell on that topic anymore far be it for Demi to continue it. “Really it’s not a Dog Park celebration unless something gets shot or blown up, so you’ll appease both God and the Dogs who’d expect nothing less.” This was said while Demi finished up the last portion of Marina’s hair and set the curling iron down on the makeshift vanity, a smirk playing on her features. “And anyway keeping that tradition is sure as hell better than going to confession to stay in God’s good graces.” Demi might not have been hugely religious, but she had been raised in an Irish Catholic household and with all the traditions that came along with that.
Marina shook out her hair, satisfied with how the curls framed her face. But they had a lot more to do if she was going to be ready in time for the ceremony.
“Right. So I’m just going to focus on moving forward,” she smiled -- genuinely looking forward to spending whatever future she had with Vic and her new family. “And now that we got that squared away, that’s enough jibber jabber,” she laughed, “So we better get to work or I’m afraid we’re not going to finish.”