Who: Dani and Tony What: Less than pleasant conversations Where: Tony's apartment When: Thursday evening Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Opal coo'd happily into her over-sized Playschool cell-phone from her perch in the stroller, anchored on the side of Dani's boot in the elevator. The little girl carried on her own made-up conversations, mostly in a language adults no longer remembered, mixed with squeaky words in English, even a few Spanish ones she'd picked up from Sesame Street. Either way, she sounded happy, and that was an ease on her mother's mind. Because Christ, did she need it right now.
The numbers over the doors lit, one by one, a familiar succession that carried her and her daughter to the equally familiar 9th floor hall, to the maroon painted door that had been labeled 'Daddy?' by the ten month old in recent weeks. Besides the recent insanity brought to her by her past, everything Emmylee had said (or Frigga, as she was calling herself now) floated behind her eyes, adding lightning to the constant storm. Not only was her physical life and possible freedom in danger and her emotional life a complete clusterfuck, but now she was just a little worried about her sanity as well. Gods among Men... Her spirituality and Catholic faith, twisted beyond its original recognition... Reality was just not what it used to be.
And now she had to deal with Tony on top of it all. Ever since Billy and the alley, Dani had wanted to put everything negative in her life out of her mind; going on his visits in the hospital, she wanted to remember Tony's kindness and loyalty, not the flip-side of his coin. There was too much at stake, and her energy was too fleeting to be fighting with him under the weight of everything else. But he was forever tied to her through their daughter, and recent events have made at least one thing clear; he needed to know. However it ended up, she couldn't keep this to herself any more.
At the maroon door that Opal pointed and named 'Daddy!', Dani sighed and leaned on her uninjured leg. The stroller was enough for her to venture out without the cane, at least - she hated that thing, especially the attention it received. She pulled at her scarf and took a long breath, reaching out to wrap a few knuckles on her ex's door.