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Tags: Fluff and angst, I whumped Mel a little, acts of service as a love language, hair washing. TW for death of an unnamed child I created to hurt Mel’s feelings.
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“Is this okay?” Her eyes flicked to his hesitantly and found him earnestly searching for permission to cross this boundary, both of them knowing that things would be different after.
Mel nodded and watched it melt some of his tension before focusing her gaze back on their hands. His right hand cautiously cupped the underside of her elbow, and she found herself wanting to lean into his embrace. She had been holding herself up for so long. It was nice to imagine someone else bearing the weight for a little bit. Especially if that someone was Frank.
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Mel knew going into this job that it would be hard. There were no good days and bad days. It wasn’t that easily definitive. Each day was touched with triumph and mundanity and shattering loss in a way that it usually ended up a net neutral as far as her emotions went. Most of the time it was easy to leave the baggage of the day behind with her dirty scrubs at the end of each shift, peeling them off like a second skin revealing someone different underneath. But this day would stick with her and not just because her scrubs were slick with blood and the stench of death, her head bursting with the memory of a family rent in two. She was sure she would hear the flatline tone in her dreams tonight followed by the hollow screams of parents who lost a child. The insufficient weight of his lifeless chest under her compressions made her hands tremble even now, hours later as she sat under a lukewarm stream of water in the shower in the back hall.
Mel sat and she stared until the water ran cold. Scrubs on, glasses still perched on her face with her back slumped away from the cracked tile wall to make sure the spotty flow at least hit her shoulders where they were wrapping her arms around her knees. She didn’t even bother taking her sneakers off. Everything was out of order inside of her, and it was spilling into her actions.
The door swung open. The light flicked on.
“Shit.”
Her gaze didn’t lift from the drain on the floor where pink tinged water was slowly swirling away.
“Mel, sweetie, talk to me.”
Langdon crouched in front of her. Mel looked up at him and saw his brows upturned, disrupting the familiar lines of his forehead.
“Robby told me. We’ve all been looking for you,” his voice was as soft as her favorite sheets, the ones she would crawl under tonight when it was time to sleep in the expanse of her bed. Alone.
She swallowed. There was so much emptiness in everything she touched.
Her hands shook violently, like she was a pot about to boil over. Frank took her wrist gently, turning her hand over. His thumb rubbed featherlight lines up her palm, tracing the curve of her own thumb. She watched, entranced by the simple movement and the way it had started to untangle some of the mess inside of her. His fingers were warm and steady where they rested against her wrist, dwarfing her hand in comparison.
“Is this okay?” Her eyes flicked to his hesitantly and found him earnestly searching for permission to cross this boundary, both of them knowing that things would be different after.
Mel nodded and watched it melt some of his tension before focusing her gaze back on their hands. His right hand cautiously cupped the underside of her elbow, and she found herself wanting to lean into his embrace. She had been holding herself up for so long. It was nice to imagine someone else bearing the weight for a little bit. Especially if that someone was Frank.
She couldn’t help the shiver that ran over her when she catalogued all the places they were touching skin to skin, even fully clothed in the dingy bathroom of the Pitt.
“Let’s get you warmed up, yeah?” He asked with a squeeze to her arm, signaling it was time to stand. She rose with a wobble from her crouched position while Frank’s hands held steady. He stepped away to turn the handle closer to the faded red H, and the warmth running over her skin began to feel like something akin to love, painting her with soft pink kisses and ridding her of the guilt she wore like armor.
Frank offered her a hand and pulled her further into the stream, and she shivered again as her body adjusted to the changing temperature.
“You sure you want your glasses on?” He asked with a small smile as the rising steam created a layer of fog over her lenses.
She smiled so big she almost laughed as she pulled them free from her ears and leaned over to set them on the chair with her bag and towel.
Mel took a shuddering breath and leaned her head farther into the water, closing her eyes as it washed over her face. Tentatively, her shoulders started to relax. Frank traced up the back of her arm with his knuckles and she rolled her neck back involuntarily. Sure fingers started to work her hair tie loose and comb through her braided strands.
“But you’ll get wet,” she blurted quickly, breaking her silence.
“That’s the last thing on my mind right now,” his voice was strained in an unfamiliar way.
She tried to meet his eyes over her shoulder, but his gaze was intent on where his hands were unwinding her hair. Blood had matted a several clumps together, and Mel felt the wind knock out of her once again.
“Don’t look,” he said softly. “I’ve got it.”
Mel swallowed hard and felt the sting of tears before she could stop them. She wanted to say thank you, but her throat and chest felt like they were being crushed beneath the weight of what they had all endured in that trauma room. She felt herself drifting away, like she was watching this scene unfold from outside her body. It was Langdon’s touch again that brought her back to herself. He cupped the side of her head to angle it back into the water. Plastic crinkled in her ear, and from her periphery, she could see Frank tearing open one of the standard issue hospital combs with his teeth. He worked it through the kinks in her waves until he could pull it all the way down from her scalp to the frayed ends she needed to get trimmed.
Mel was solemn and still as he worked. There was something intimate hanging in the air between them. Like the steam was walling them in, creating a barrier to protect this moment from the prying eyes of their gossiping coworkers.
Frank filled his hands with the mint shampoo Mel had grabbed from the supply closet and started to work it into her scalp. Mel sighed with an almost inaudible groan of relief that unknowingly sent Frank’s stomach into knots. For once, she allowed herself to enjoy something just for her. The way his hands felt in her hair, the strength of his presence behind her, the way he drew his breaths with a small shudder as he tried to hold it together. Now wasn’t the time. They both knew that.
“Almost done,” his voice was a hoarse whisper less than an inch from her ear.
“Okay,” she whispered back.
How long could it take to rinse one person’s hair? She hoped the answer was forever. But it wasn’t forever. The seconds between them were quickly slipping away like the lather from her hair circling the drain. Still, he ran the length of her hair through his hands a few more times than necessary. They both knew it.
“There,” he finally conceded.
For a second, they both stood statue still, feeling miles apart without his hands anchoring them together.
Mel couldn’t bear the loss, and turned quickly to bury herself in his chest. Frank let out a heavy breath and wrapped his arms around her. Her head fit right in the space beneath his chin just like he knew it would. His right hand held tight to her shoulder while his left cradled her head, scratching the base of her skull gently where he noticed she had enjoyed it a few minutes before. Neither one of them spoke. Words seemed insufficient to name what was happening between them.
Frank pressed his lips to the top of her head and held them there. Mel nuzzled her nose against his collarbone in response, and his grip around her tightened. He didn’t even care if she could tell how fast his heart was beating beneath his scrubs. In fact, he hoped she noticed, that it confirmed something for her that he had been too afraid to say out loud.
When the water all too quickly started to run cold again, Frank was the first to break the newest spell of silence. “We should probably get out of here.”
Mel nodded against him and pulled away from him quickly, knowing neither of them could afford to linger in this in between space much longer. She reached to turn the water off while Frank made his way to the door. “I’m just in the next room if you need me.”
“Frank.”
He paused, and she turned to face him.
“Thank you.”
She offered a tiny smile and he cocked his head to the side while she dried her face with one of the scratchy hospital towels, waiting until her glasses were back on her face so she wouldn’t miss the softness of his face when he said, “I would do anything for you, Mel.”
He watched the way she absorbed his words before she thoughtfully replied, “I know.”
He smiled, boyish and quick, brushing the wet hair back from his face before he ducked out of the room.
They both dried themselves the best they could and changed into fresh clothes aside from their soggy sneakers. Mel peeked out of the bathroom to find him exiting the adjacent room at the same time with his bag slung over his shoulder and a Pirates cap on his head. Her hair was falling around her face in waves, and he wanted so badly to run his hand through them again.
“Are you hungry?” Mel asked, quirking her mouth to the side like she was unsure of what to do next.
“Starving,” he grinned.
They fell into step together and ducked out the door before anyone from night shift could rope them into staying any longer. Frank opened the door to his truck and offered her a hand up that they both held on to a fraction of a second longer than necessary. While he backed out of his parking spot, they were laughing loudly about the puddles that were still in their shoes.
When he looked at her and smiled, she didn’t hide this time, basking the quiet admiration that flowed between them. One hand gripped the wheel with her hair tie still around his wrist, and the other reached to brush her hair back behind her ear. Last winter she had told him that he never let her down, and he would do everything he could to keep it that way.
With just a few minutes of kindness, he had freed her of some of the weight she unnecessarily carried. Imagine what he could do with a lifetime.
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Mel with her buddy Frog - ch 4 of emotional consonance
Frog stares at her, unnervingly blank. Mel loves them.
“Just to be clear, the frog is named Frog?”
Mel shakes her head. “No, I don’t know Frog’s name yet, but it’d be rude to just call them the frog, so Frog is their nickname for now. Would you like to share your name, Frog?”
Frog continues staring impassively. She feels like she could learn the secrets of the universe if she got to hang out with them for long enough.
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For the 'drop a horror trope in my inbox and I'll tell you how I'd apply it to kingdon' thing - I love this, this is delicious.
Please, if you will, walk with me and imagine everything I'm saying with an intense Crimson Peak vibe.
Melissa King is an industrious young lady. She lost her father at an early age, but her mother taught her all she possibly could about keeping herself afloat as a woman with few means, and made sure to give Mel the best education she could. Mel is sure the only reason her mother clung to life as long as she did was to spare Mel and Becca becoming wards of the state and possibly losing sight of each other. Now they're orphans, but Mel is doing her best to keep them in as respectable a standing as she can. She's a stenographer, a secretary, she cleans, she minds children and gives private lessons. She makes ends meet and rebuffs any effort from the city council to 'take the burden of her sister off her hands'. They're not thriving, but they're doing well enough.
She works as a secretary and court stenographer for the city's lawyer, and this is where she meets Lord Langdon, a relatively young man, barely thirty, a widower, and he's come to town because he fears his health is declining and his greatest fear in life is that his children will become wardens of the state, as he has no relatives left. He collapses right there in Mel's employer's office, but begs them to please not bring him to a hospital, as that is where people go to die. So Mel volunteers for him to stay the night in her and Becca's place. It's not suitable for a Lord, but at least he'll be tended to, which would not be the case in the inn he's meant to be staying in. Lord Langdon is a gentleman and a kind soul, he thanks her profusely and gratefully eats the stew she makes him, rich in iron which he seems to be sorely lacking given his pallor, and he speaks to her until late into the night, telling her about his wonderful children and his late wife and her not so recent passing. Mel, in turn, volunteers her own story, and come morning, Lord Langdon approaches her with a proposition. A marriage of convenience among new friends. Won't she marry him? When he dies, which he is convinced will happen soon, she would manage his estate until Tanner is of age and he would grant her and Becca life-long right to live there as a thank you, plus a generous stipend to keep them afloat for the rest of their lives, just so long as she cares for his children and doesn't allow the state to put them in a home once their father passes.
Mel agrees, she can't stand the thought either, and before the week is out, the two of them wed in the town's chapel. After five days or so in Mel's care, Lord Langdon (Frank to her now) looks so much better, his cheeks rosy as he lifts her veil, his lips no longer deathly blue as he kisses her to seal their bond. And the way he looks at her makes her heart pound, perhaps it's not just convenience after all, perhaps there could be love? He's in good spirits on the way to his estate and plays cards with Becca, joking with the two of them, making merry. That night they stay at an inn at the halfway point towards their destination, and soft words lead to gentle touches, and shed clothes, and ... oh... so this is what it feels like to be loved? It's wonderful. What a tender gentle man, so enthralled with her pleasure, and so needy for her affection, clinging to her through the night.
The next day, they arrive at the estate, and it's ... not great, it needs a great deal of renovations, but that's alright, Frank is not alone anymore now, they'll manage. The children aren't outside to greet them, but run to him when he opens the door, hugging their father. It's a heartfelt reunion and they're well-behaved children who charm Mel and Becca swiftly.
The joy is short-lived though, because just one night after their return, Frank falls ill again, and he won't entertain the thought that something in the house might make him so. He won't entertain leaving the house while renovations take place, and he won't take the children elsewhere either. The nanny who cared for them while Frank was gone, equally pale, leaves the next morning and tells Mel that if she knows what's good for her she'll leave too, but won't explain what she means. Frank overhears the exchange and begs Mel to please not leave him, and of course she won't.
Over the next days, Mel witnesses some strange happenings. She finds Frank with the children in his lap, seemingly in a trance as he looks into their eyes, and just a few days later, she sees Becca in a similar trance that she can't explain when Mel asks her about it after. And that's when the dreams start, a beautiful red-headed woman comes to her in her sleep, emaciated just like Frank is again now, her lips blue, and begs her to run, and to take Frank with her, to please not leave him here. When she startles awake, Penny is sitting on her chest.
When she goes to put her back to bed, she finds Frank in the children's bedroom, seemingly cradling Tanner, asleep, but this time she sees what's really happening. The little boy has his teeth sunk into his father's chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Mel yanks the boy away, and with a scramble manages to lock the children into their room while dragging Frank outside. Frank who barely has a pulse when she feels for it. She screams for Becca and together they manage to get him into the carriage and drive away. A storm rolls in and they end up having to drive into a forest to shelter from it, lest the horses panic and hurt themselves. There, in the forest, Frank comes to, weak as a kitten, and Mel tells him what she saw. They've tied him up in ribbons of fabric they've torn from their night gowns, because he must have known what he was bringing them into, but Frank has no memory of his children feeding on him. Mel asks him about the red-headed woman she saw in her dreams, and he vaguely recalls her name. She asks if he ever saw them nurse on her, and it's like a spell breaks, his eyes clear up and he panics almost to the point of fainting, gasping out what he remembers. He'd been a poor baker's boy when Abby had come to town, looking for a husband, for a man in the house to be an example for her eldest son... and it turns out that the children have bewitched adult after adult, and their spell made each adult lure another one into marriage, and into ultimately becoming their source of nourishment. And as each would-be parent passed, another one was lured in by the weakened bodies and minds of the remaining would-be parents.
Now, free of the spell, they take Frank to the inn they stayed in that first night on the road, and they stay there, nursing him back to health, before they decide together they must put an end to this little devil.
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