#97naive

petite  frame  darts  upward,  though  her  hands  stay  crossed  over  her  chest.  woeful  gaze  drifts  to  the  window,  where  she  notices  the  sky  shifting  hues  —  dawn  was  near.  yet,  that  was  not  what  had  stirred  the  dead.  wednesday  rises  from  the  bed,  moving  toward  @97naive,  who  seemed  haunted  by  something  dark.  she  stood  over  suzie  for  nearly  two  minutes  before  her  hand  reached  out  to  gently  tap  the  other’s  forearm.  ❝  suzie.  suzie.  ❞  she  repeated  softly,  not  particularly  adept  at  waking  others  from  night  terrors.  usually,  she  was  the  one  inducing  them.  ❝  wake.  up.  ❞  her  voice  grew  both  sharper  and  rougher,  as  the  addams  took  a  more  drastic  approach  :  by  shaking  suzie,  hoping  to  rouse  her.

"fuck—" sweaty hands cause her beer glass to slip from grasp, sending it crashing to the floor. she draws in a sharp and shaky breath, cheeks hot and flushed pink as she looks up at the other woman, utterly flustered. "that is... so embarrassing," she tucks auburn hair behind her ears with her now free hands, feeling a heavy pit in her stomach and the spinning sensation of humiliation and dysphoria in her head, triggered by the shattered glass and starting to breathe even heavier. "shit. i—" she sighs, looking ashamed as she continues, unable to look the other in the eye as she's weighed heavy with disappointment in herself, drooping. "i just wanted to tell you you look really pretty tonight... i should go find somebody to help me clean this up..."

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“    see.    “    he    chuckles    before    lips    find    the    ice    cream    in    his    hand    again.    tongue    darts    forward    to    catch    a    drop    before    it    can    run    down    the    cone    to    his    hand⸺    then    goes    for    another    one    right    after.    unflattering    sight    to    her,    perhaps,    but    moxley    is    used    to    none    else.    somehow,    through    all    his    ticks    and    all    his    irks,    she    still    stuck    around.    somehow    …    suzie    wanted    to    stay⸺    and    he’d    be    a    fool    to    question    something    good    happening    to    him,    huh    ?     “    this    is    …    “    he    pauses    and    instead    leans    over,    licking    at    her    ice    cream    to    try    it.    “    this    is    why    people    think    you’re    weird.    thank    fuck    your    taste    in    ice    cream    is    better    than    it    is    in    men.    “

without even peeling her eyes open, vic knows it's too early for her.

she moves only stretch out languidly, an arm thrown over her eyes like she's afraid the sun might blind her. there are blackout curtains in her room for exactly that reason — there's no danger of opening her eyes a little too fast here.

after a long moment, she rolls onto her side, scoots in closer to drape an arm over suzie's form. she tugs the smaller woman closer with a hand pressed against her belly, pressing her face into her hair.

“    alright,    alright.    “    moxley    chuckles    and    brings    his    thighs    together    a    little    more    so    she    can    sit    comfortably.    both    hands    on    her    hips    to    draw    her    in    closer,    draw    her    in    enough    that    her    stomach    touches    his    and    hands    can    finally    run    up    her    sides,    nudging    her    face    towards    his.    a    long    few    hours.    a    long    few    days.    long⸺    considering    how    used    they    are    to    being    in    each    other's    space.    “    miss    me    ?    “    corner    of    his    mouth    curls    up,    boyish    smile    showing    off    dimples    that    make    him    look    younger    than    he    is.    a    long    few    days,    moxley    thinks    again.    a    long    few    days    that    had    felt    even    longer    with    him    trying    to    figure    it    out⸺    trying    to    understand    whether    missing    her,    at    this    point,    goes    beyond    the    longing    of    two    people    who    mess    around    occasionally.    beyond    just    sex.    maybe    it    does.    “    i    missed    you.    “    dirty    blond    mumbles    and,    before    he    can    see    her    reaction,    finds    her    lips    with    his    own.    gentle    touch    in    contrast    to    rough    appearance    and    [ … ]    a    rougher    life.

with damon, it's easy to tell what he's thinking most days because he wears it unabashedly on his face. so when susie comes to him with her watery doe eyes, he doesn't hide his discomfort. she's so sweet and that's the last trait anyone would attribute to damon. these days he's generally sarcastic – he's cold and unfeeling. normally, when empathy is an emotion in his rolodex, he might actually feel bad for hurting her feelings. right now... damon just needs a refill. 〝 c'mon, susie q! 〞he groans lightly. 〝 if i didn't like you, you'd probably be dead already! 〞it's his idea of a joke. 〝 plus, it's not like i don't come to you for your witchy-woo stuff. you're useful! 〞