Post by Firebringer on Feb 18, 2021 15:18:16 GMT -8
Danica stumbles into her apartment. Her hair is frazzled, far more than usual, her eyes look exhausted, but more than anything, she is dim. Her glow is dim. Everything about her is dim.
She sets down her things on the floor, not caring what might have dumped from her satchel or where her phone landed. Her only thought was how to make this night end on a high note. It wouldn't. But damn it if she wouldn't try.
She sits down on the couch and pulls off her shoes and then her tights, stretching her toes and freeing herself from containment. It wasn't enough though. She didn't feel free. She felt even more contained. So, without another thought, she tugged off her dress too and then stood to walk over to her refrigerator.
What did she always make to make herself feel better after a shit night? ...that wasn't alcoholic?
She checks the date on the half gallon jug of milk in the fridge. Still alive. Good. She pulls it out, grabbing herself a large glass from the cabinet and pouring herself a glass. Of course, milk wouldn't be complete without ridiculous amounts of chocolate syrup. So, that's what she did. She made herself a ridiculous glass of chocolate milk. Once she had it in hand, she walked back to sit on her couch.
Next. What else could she do to make herself feel better? TV? Sure. Let's go with that.
She grabs the remote and turns on the small TV and pulls up her queue on Netflix. Guess I could finish She Ra while I'm at it. So, she puts it on and relaxes back with her chocolate milk, feeling like a kid, lazing around without a care in the world. Except that she felt pangs of pain constantly throughout the episode. Things were coming to a climax. Things that were supposed to happen, were finally happening. Catra was finally going to admit to Adora that she loved her and shit was going to be amazing and she should be happy and- And then she was sobbing.
"Why am I sobbing?" Simmering tears roll down her cheeks over and over again. "It was nothing. It was nothing..." she kept telling herself. I thought they'd at least - at least. At least what? You told them about Thomas. It was a pity kiss, clearly.
And then that opened a whole other can of worms. Her heart feels like it has just plummeted. Thomas. And then she just sobs harder.
No strings. They said no strings. It was a dance and a kiss with no strings. No expectations. It was right there in front of her, she knew it, and she went with it. Now she's just lost. Whose fault is that? Hers.
I didn't even know I felt that way before... I just thought you were cute and fun to converse with and intelligent and awesome and then you were actually there and I was a complete mess of actual feelings. What am I doing?
She turns off her TV and grabs the throw pillow she keeps on the couch and just screams into it. Why can't something just be easy for once? Why can't I have one thing that is straight forward? Why? ...why?
She sets down her things on the floor, not caring what might have dumped from her satchel or where her phone landed. Her only thought was how to make this night end on a high note. It wouldn't. But damn it if she wouldn't try.
She sits down on the couch and pulls off her shoes and then her tights, stretching her toes and freeing herself from containment. It wasn't enough though. She didn't feel free. She felt even more contained. So, without another thought, she tugged off her dress too and then stood to walk over to her refrigerator.
What did she always make to make herself feel better after a shit night? ...that wasn't alcoholic?
She checks the date on the half gallon jug of milk in the fridge. Still alive. Good. She pulls it out, grabbing herself a large glass from the cabinet and pouring herself a glass. Of course, milk wouldn't be complete without ridiculous amounts of chocolate syrup. So, that's what she did. She made herself a ridiculous glass of chocolate milk. Once she had it in hand, she walked back to sit on her couch.
Next. What else could she do to make herself feel better? TV? Sure. Let's go with that.
She grabs the remote and turns on the small TV and pulls up her queue on Netflix. Guess I could finish She Ra while I'm at it. So, she puts it on and relaxes back with her chocolate milk, feeling like a kid, lazing around without a care in the world. Except that she felt pangs of pain constantly throughout the episode. Things were coming to a climax. Things that were supposed to happen, were finally happening. Catra was finally going to admit to Adora that she loved her and shit was going to be amazing and she should be happy and- And then she was sobbing.
"Why am I sobbing?" Simmering tears roll down her cheeks over and over again. "It was nothing. It was nothing..." she kept telling herself. I thought they'd at least - at least. At least what? You told them about Thomas. It was a pity kiss, clearly.
And then that opened a whole other can of worms. Her heart feels like it has just plummeted. Thomas. And then she just sobs harder.
No strings. They said no strings. It was a dance and a kiss with no strings. No expectations. It was right there in front of her, she knew it, and she went with it. Now she's just lost. Whose fault is that? Hers.
I didn't even know I felt that way before... I just thought you were cute and fun to converse with and intelligent and awesome and then you were actually there and I was a complete mess of actual feelings. What am I doing?
She turns off her TV and grabs the throw pillow she keeps on the couch and just screams into it. Why can't something just be easy for once? Why can't I have one thing that is straight forward? Why? ...why?