Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} total_milf) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2011-10-13 18:32:00 |
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WHEN: [backdated] Last night around 7pm
WHAT: Doing laundry and thinking destructive thoughts...again.
WHERE: Laundry room of the complex (there is one, right? lol)
RATING: PG
STATUS: Complete
The more time Darcy spent at Clark's, the more she noticed just how much time she spent on his couch, flipping through daytime television and remembering why she'd vowed never to be an at-home mother. It wasn't that Clark was never home, because he totally was...it was just that when he was gone, she noticed his absence that much more because she had little else to focus on. That was especially true since she'd finished her last project for the museum on Monday afternoon.
So, she'd decided that it was time to find something else productive to do, although Darcy's options were pretty limited. Laundry needed to be done, though, and she supposed she could manage dragging the hamper down the hall to the elevator. So, after a quick text to Clark and a search for the shirts in question, Darcy was off, waddling her way down the hall and almost immediately regretting her decision to drag the thing instead of just waiting for Clark to help. She hadn't let her laundry go for this long in a while, so the weight of the hamper was slightly unexpected.
Darcy had managed to make her way down to the laundry room without too much trouble, though. There was another washing machine and dryer already running, so the room was plenty hot and uncomfortable; Darcy was not planning on sticking around once the clothes were in. Still, Darcy dumped the clothes out of her hamper and began to sort them into whites, lights, darks, and delicates. Then...she stopped and felt Ethan shift just slightly as if realizing that something wasn't right with his mother.
She stared down at one of Clark's shirts, frozen. Suddenly, she realized that the situation in which she found herself smacked heavily of Dexter Thaler, only with super powers and two babies on the way. When she looked at it like that, standing in the laundry room with Clark Kent's dirty clothes intermingling with her own, Darcy realized that she was right back where she'd started. She hadn't really grown at all, had she? All she'd done was grudgingly give up the spotlight and replaced Dex with Marcus and then Marcus with Clark. "...fuck," she muttered to herself.
Darcy frowned and re-separated the laundry into only two piles — lights and darks — and then threw them unceremoniously into two separate washing machines. She needed to move back out of Clark's apartment, and soon. She was also going to have to do it gently and as tactfully as possible, if she wanted to retain their relationship. And she did; it wasn't that she changed her mind about being Superman's girlfriend or that she cared about him any less than she had before she'd had her Ah ha! moment. It was just...maybe he had been right and it was too soon. Or, maybe it was just too much, too soon. That was probably it. She'd been with Dex for two years before they had moved in together and, in the end, he'd really broken her heart. Darcy hadn't even known Clark that long, and while she didn't think he would, Darcy refused to set herself up to give Clark — or anybody — the chance to hurt her the way Dex and Rachel had.
So that was that. She'd stay tonight and move out again tomorrow. He was, after all, only a few floors away; if she needed him, he'd still be accessible. And it wasn't a break up, it was just thinking better of things to make sure that there wasn't going to be a break up. Plus, he could probably use some personal space anyway, right?
With the decision made in her mind, Darcy set an alarm on her phone to move the clothes to the dryer, took up the empty hamper, and headed back up to Clark's apartment to discreetly pack.