( semi-open ) Just one more thing before you leave...

[sorryitasedyou]

Who: Darcy and CR
Where: All over the mansion
When: Backdated to before the event
Rating: PG-13 to be safe? IDK, will update as needed
Summary: Darcy's leaving at the end of the month after three long years and there are a few people that deserve a goodbye.

The Story:

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[sorryitasedyou]

[ She'd been testing out a new recipe when she heard the knock, peeking up from the notebook she'd gotten for Christmas to see who might be popping by. It's not unheard of for a new person to swing in, but not really back here.

Peeking her head out, she smiles - not sure why he's so hesitant. ]

Hey, come on back.

[shrinkage]

Hey.

[ quiet and hesitant. ray moves inside but hovers by a chair, gesturing to it and waiting for the ok before folding himself into it carefully. he nearly books it back out-- second-guessing himself and feeling guilty for second-guessing darcy. but he needs to know. and if anything she needs to know the mirrors are lying about her,
at least to him. ]

Do you have a little time to talk over something? My mirror contacted me.

[sorryitasedyou]

Yeah, I-- [ Oooooooooooooh shit. Shit, shit, shit, fuck nugget on a dinosaur boogaloo-- shit. Alright, deep down she knew this was coming. If she'd been honest with herself. Ray's mirror was a shadow in her life, one she often hit the point of forgetting existed because she ignored him so much. Her fault.

She sighs, her head dropping forward before lifting to look at him. Her hand brushes her brown curls back out of her face before making a placating gesture in front of her. ]

I can explain. [ That's what people say in situations like this, right? How does she do this without seriously pissing him off? Tact, Darcy. Use tact. ] Why don't you come in and have a seat before I kick this off. Can I get you anything? Coffee, some food, a shot of booze...?

[shrinkage]

[ he's not silent often. ray fills in-betweens with sound and movement and what he can muster of hope.

which makes the moments he does not fill a space loud. he doesn't fidget like normal, or smile and reassure her that they can figure this out. ray only breathes and watches her. he has two distinct thoughts which rage against each other within him, and now he must spend his energy keeping them at bay.

but he doesn't look away from darcy, or offer up an escape in the form of a smile. he doesn't reassure her that this is ok. ]

Darcy.

[ is that still who she is? or does the queen of hearts call her by something else? ]

[sorryitasedyou]

[ No. No. He does NOT get to use that tone on her. Not today. Not when she'd put up with so many other shitstorms that she hadn't started. This was her one fuck-up with good intentions and she hadn't followed through. Hadn't ever approached the mirror to ask for this ridiculous favor that most likely would have backfired because whatever price he might've asked for that kill wouldn't have been worth it. Not in the long run. And not when it came to the memories.

Her demeanor shifts, shoulders squaring as she levels her own look at him with that tone. ]

What's done is done. I voiced a thought but didn't follow through with asking, would never follow through with asking. You wanna chew my ass out and judge me for being stupid for a second, go for it. I'll wait.

[ And with that, she crosses her arms, watching him and steeling herself for whatever might come out of his mouth. ]

[shrinkage]

I don't think you're stupid.

[ which might be the real problem. since his arrival, ray hasn't really allowed darcy the room to fuck up. it's been darcy lewis: wonderland guru who taught him the abc's of this place and can do no real wrong.

darcy, whose opinion is number one over most everyone else when it comes to all things wonderland. ]

What was the question? That you didn't ask.

[sorryitasedyou]

[ No, no. Not like this. She doesn't want to hear that he didn't think that was a stupid move or that she was dumb. She wants him to be mad at her if they're gonna do this. Not rational and the dreaded d--

disappointed.

She walks away from him for a moment, keeping her back to him as she crosses her arms. ]

If he'd kill another mirror. Not for me, for someone else. In order to protect other people from another monster.