Memento Mori

She was even being invited to sit with him and watch human television! A friend activity for sure! An activity for friends! She hesitated just a moment though, freezing up. Could she really afford to do any more slacking off?

or better yet, making yoUrself UsefUl as yoU’ve yet to do so.

The words were burned into her head. Stitched in like a scarlet letter.

if yoU have a speck of intelligence in that little head of yoUrs yoU may wish to Use it now

She shook it off. That humiliation was past. It was nothing but fuel for her success now. One day she’d eat her bitter words. Paint swore it before the Speaker.

"…i-if you…really think it’s okay if I take a break…"

She blinked curiously, looking at the television with great interest.

not as long as you arent havin the dyin urge to take dirk out to a candle lit dinner and try to woo him ever so gently and lovingly 

tho to be fair a hatedate can include candle light

its all about the kind of feelings you feel for somebody which is what separates quads

humans have the same kind of feelins ive seen but they pretty much lean towards whats closest to the <3 on the chart so i havent seen too many humans give <3< a try 

Maybe its worth a shot? I mean as long as father doesnt know but whats the harm in adding another secret to my growing stack haha.

There must be *something* there for me to have stayed miffed for this long. Or at least for my rampant frustration to have resurfaced the moment he showed his stupid jackarse gorgeous asshole face.

She’d scurry in with a bright smile, plopping the tray down in Jake’s lap carefully. It really did seem like her stiffness and formality was easing slightly, though only slightly. Even so, her fear of making a misstep showed, beginning to border on paranoia.

From beratings, to dark insinuations to what she really ought to be used for (emphasis on the ‘used’) she’d seen and heard enough to make her a bit…jumpy.

"F-Frankly I don’t mind at all. It’s important to make sure you’re well fed! So that you can get well soon!"

She nodded with serious emphasis, before scratching her neck sheepishly and looking away.

Hmm. That was troubling. What had the family been treating her like...? He might have to stir a fuss about it. Bring it up with his Father?

"I can't imagine why in blazes I would dislike you," he said with wide eyes, bordering on a laugh. "I mean, holy toledo, all you've done so far is bring me food and try to make me feel better! I think the Handmaid brought me a glass of iced tea once of her own volition. That was nice."

black hate

its like

the best human analogy i have for it is a rivalry

a really intense rivalry that involves sex

have you ever gotten like reely excited after a fight and it was like wow i need to bang somemoby im the king of the world

its like that

Well bowl me down.

Yes I have.

Ms. Paint is indeed up there surprisingly fast with a generous heaping helping of pancakes in a variety of flavors. It worried and disappointed her of course that Die had declined her offer of having some, but getting to bring some to Jake lifted her spirits again. He seemed like a swell guy, and it made her feel good to get to brighten his day a bit considering the fact that the poor guy was still in quite the state.

Plus it helped get her mind off of Calliope declaring her stupid, useless, and inconsiderate. If she could do something useful like this…even if it was small, a thousand mile journey began with a single step.

I can change their minds if I keep at it.

In a few years…maybe sooner, if she worked hard enough! People would smile at her. Think of her and say to themselves…’Where would we be without her?’. She’d have a family again. A world again. A place where she was wanted. Needed. And no Slayer would ever take it from her ever again.

She’d knock on Jake’s door politely, forcing herself from her determined inner mantras, and preparing a smile.

He craned his head back over the couch, sighing happily. Seriously, she was rapidly becoming his new favourite. Imagine having someone who really looked after him when he wasn't feeling well! Was this what it felt like to have a mother...? It was nice...