Re: Quicklog: Marvel, Clem & Jake
[Clem knew all kinds of smell, and it wasn't just on account of working. She knew rotting things walking real good, and she knew death come on slow in the nose in patients that were old or infirm. She knew the smell of killing folks in a building going down in flames, and she knew the smell of kneeling atop someone as their life went flowing on out all over the bedsheets. She liked azaleas a whole lot better, and she liked her momma's perfume, and she found comfort in real pretty things, just like she always had. She'd changed some, grown some, but sometimes, things they stayed the same as always.
She'd stopped counting on knowing what was happening with Graham, Shane and Joy. Family, these days, had gone and shifted from what she'd been so sure it would stay. After the dying door, she hadn't been able to function good away from Graham and Shane, like surviving together had tied some ribbon between them that no one could see. But things changed, just as some things stayed the same, and family today was Jake, Declan, Mikey and maybe Penny more than the rest. Clementine, she just went with who made her feel good, and she left all the rest of that fussing behind. Wasn't much point in focusing on things weren't hers to change.]
Michael Kors is a designer, honey. Real ass, but he makes pretty things for wearing. [Jake took after his momma in a real tangible way when his hair fell dark in his eyes like that.] I'll take you to Fashion Week come September.
[She lifted a shoulder careless at his comment about being a hero, and she pushed hair away from the butterfly bandage still living at her temple, bruising still visible some beneath the night sky.] Don't need to be a hero. Need to be happy. You happy there, at your working?