#bayden wardeyn

[ Unfortunately, like every year they never truly ever had any access to anything - the only talents they ( Celestis in Bayden’s body ) had was only one thing && one thing only - Yarn.       Placed in Rowan’s mailbox this year was a card they made nicely packed in blue made envelope with a card of a popping polar bear saying: ‘ Hold on for deer life! ‘ for his love of deer, && a bit of play on the fact he was holding on for dear life in another person’s body in a fun kind of messed up joking kind of way. Underneath the card would be a grey antler yarn hat, that would be all matchy-matchy with Clarissa’s adorable antler one && a crochet pencil shark/pen case that matched the rules to this caged scam they ( Celestis ) were in. ]

[ A nice sized crochet doll of Clarissa with a handheld black kitty accessory with antlers that have the same shade of blue as Bayden’s.  With was suppose to be matching antler’s to Bayden. . . but they passed it on to the REAL B a y d e n because that’s just a big nah.  Originally suppose to be all matchy-matchy with the real Bayden but it just didn’t work out. ]

[ Being Bayden, meant they had to play the part, but what do people get mothers?  What do you buy with Bayden mums money?  They have no idea!  What do mum’s really like, as they can’t recall if they ever had one or not . . . but none the less his mom’s card did get charged.  The FIRST g i f t they bought Bayden’s mum came a little early, as it came the day before Christmas Eve so all her employee’s get to see the very big mystery bouquet ( as the sender was annonymous!  How? Used the power of getting a Visa Debit and using paypal but with Mum’s money so it’s easy to link the connection ).  IF Dr.Wardeyn didn’t put 1+1 together, she would on Christmas Day, as the 2nd charge was $75.00 ( org. price $280 cause it was on sale ) for a Diamond Accent Calla Lily Pendant in Sterling Silver on Christmas Day ]

[ . . .  What do you get someone who literally hates everything but designer shit?  Doesn’t even know where to begin.  Loser psychopath.  Not going around to spend much of Bayden’s mum’s money but they did get them a $50.00 Starbucks card with an envelope saying ‘ Where do deer get all of their coffee? ’  && when Monty opened it the answer ‘ STAR-b u c k s ’ the originality there was priceless had to play the Deer loving Bayden. With a star bucks card inside. Oooo.  Hope it burns her tongue.  The other gift cost Dr. Wardeyn nothing.  They personally made Monty an exact Ýrúrarí Jóhannsdóttir’s slobbering mask && told her ‘for your knitted sweaters && in case you needed a mask to cover up those zits’ since it was featured in Vogue.  Maybe she won’t notice it’s a duplicate fake, but all in all, it was more meant to be disliked over liked to begin with. FASHION is w i e r d. ]

Merry Christmas Bayden,

Rowan this year stole one of Baydens black hoodies from his room && patched `give me space` on the front of the hoodie && on the back sewed up the big patch on the back.  A homemade christmas card in the pouch && stuck it near the back of his closet on Christmas Eve when he was going to one of his mothers christmas eve parties.  On Christmas day she told him his present’s already in his room have fun searching for it.

“Now you’re going to tell me not to have a dirty mind and then refer to our live as day time television? I think we’ve both sat around in that community room enough that Sammy and all the characters that make up every piece of sand that fall through that hourglass do nothing but think about sex and who’s having it with who.” He laughed proving he watched Days of Our Lives too.

“Speaking of-” He clicked on his tv as the time neared not wanting to miss it. “-I have to find out what happens with Marlena and Black at the auction and all the jewels. That other she-bitch is determined to out-bid them for her son to impress her daughter he can prove he loves her still which leads to sex. All things leads to sex. All things are motivated by thus. Even the scenes that aren’t about that are really about that.” He laughed. “It’s what it’s all about Celestis. Might as well get used to it now.” He kept laughing.

As for his favorite fairy tale?

“Uhhhh… I don’t know. Do you really mean fairy tale or just Disney cartoons because you always see me watching those? Because I’d probably pick Fox and the Hound. I don’t think that’s a fairy tale. It doesn’t have much a happy ending. It’s a tragedy. Actually, it’s sad fuck. I don’t know why it’s my favorite. It just is. It’s the best one I watch over and over, but if I have to pick an actual fairy tale fuck, I don’t know. Um…. does it have to be Disney because I’d probably go for Shrek. If it has to be Disney Beauty and the Beast hands down. Best music live or cartoon. Somebody falls in love with you even though you’re big mean asshole that never leaves his castle? Yeah, that’s the best one.”

Fiona picked being a grossy Ogre herself to be with a grumpy ol Ogre love over her own beautiful form too. Bayden may have had a running theme on fairy tales and love. Fox and the Hound went deeper than that.

“You know what one I hate though? Pinocchio. That one drives me crazy. I hate it when that one comes on. It’s so eyeroll worthy. It’s not even about all that I wanna be a real boy bullshit. It’s how he’s judged. Like damn Honest John and Gideon trick the fuck out of him. He’d never been in the world a day in his life and father sent him out in it all alone with no guidance. Worst father in the fucking world. Geppetto sucks and Pinocchio got all the flack. The fact he’s a puppet is ridiculous symbolism in how everyone dragging him around and he has no idea how to get. He honestly can’t even when he tries. He’s winds up in that puppet show. He may not have no strings but that doesn’t mean he aint in no cage. Fuck his song. No. Then this cricket is all harping on him about his choices like he’s making bad ones and has very little brains? No fuck that cricket. Judging his choices like he had the same choices someone else had. He didn’t see it from Pinocchio’s shoes. He saw it from his own privileged cricket shoes that already had an education and yada yada yada. Pinocchio didn’t even know what school. I gotta go to school my ass. Who sends a magic wooden boy to school like that’s fucking normal? Dumbass dad. Everything that puppet went through is asshole idiot Geppetto’s fault. Pinocchio just stood there not understanding anything trying to be nice to everyone he ever met even the con men because he was naive as fuck because his dad didn’t teach him better until it was too late. Yeah yeah. The blue ass fairy turns him into a real boy at the end. Big fucking deal. She waits until his dying ass breath to go oh I guess we’ve finally let life break you I guess that counts as good enough then. Here ya go. No. That story sucks. That’s the worst story ever told.”

Then someone answered on the Cuban other end of the phone and Bayden started his order.

Woah Nelly. Bayden just went off on a passive aggressive rant paralleling his life in relation to the wooden boy without saying so of course. He didn’t realize how obvious that was. At least it would have been obvious to any one of his nurses and doctors had he said it to them.

When he got off the phone he said, “They’ll be here in about 30 minutes.”

Never any fun? Him?

“Oh!” He laughed about to get her again. “That must be why a stick in the mud like you hangs out with me. It makes so much sense now.”  

Then she called the state of their relationship right now an Ice Age phase.

That got to him more than he thought it should. She wasn’t wrong. It was some sort of miracle they were talking right now, that she was in his house again, that he was even in his house again at all.

Then she spilled what she had meant. She managed to get a hold of some of his stuff before they tossed it. His stuff only consisted of his art or his flash drives. He didn’t own anything and his mother confiscated his guitar and it was left back at her house for now. That meant the majority of what Celestis could have saved was his art. He didn’t know which, but he knew that’s what it meant. She had his sketchbooks.

That mechabitch of a neighbor of his was going to be so-so-so-so disturbed at that zero patience lack of impulse control neighbor of hers.

He flung his arms around her Ms No Touchy Worse than Kuzco Rogue. He was going to totally throw off her groove and test her risky powers without a thought about it in the world and squeezed. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal, like fuck it.

Fuck everything. But those sketches were his heart and soul. He put everything into those. He just reacted.

“Thank you.”

He just reacted without thinking like he always does.  

       !!!!!!!. WHAT i s WRONG w i t h HIM.  She covered her ears && turned on her heel walking away from Bayden.  Distancing herself from him yet she could still hear every word he was saying.  His mind was worse then just dirty, it was greasy too.  Ignoring the cleverness of the way he correlated Days of Our Lives.    Whipping around lowering her hands to look at him with full on annoyance  “ONLY o n c e.  && that was the correlation between you && that hissy cougar of a nurse.”  The way her eyes squinted just a bit, as if the sun was in her eyes as she talked to him as he knew exactly who she meant, but she looked up to him.  The dynamic of Bayden && Nurse Janet was much later explained from him. “She’s very territorial of you, that it made me wonder you’re relationship.”  However outside of that?  No.

       “I’d go mentally insane with SEXUAL f r u s t r a t i o n if that was the case.  Some of us can’t afford to think about sex && who’s having it with who all the damn time Bayden.”  With the restrictions of physical touch, she just couldn’t think like that.  Celestis- in Rowan’s body had to strive different approaches as she knew she appears a bit of a closet dyke, or perhaps closet lesbian?

       “You are so fucking weird Bayden.” Celestis was at a loss of words.  Putting her hands up for surrender on this topic.  It’ll drive her quite insane challenging his deranged philosophy.  Celestis didn’t even want to know if she dared questioned the thoughts in her mind that he was suggesting.  After all, what about themselves?  About what kind of relationship they held && what it was going to evolve too.  She felt it was very arguable, but the topic of itself was dangerous territory && a lot of uncomfortableness.  “I just can’t with you right now.”

       FINALLY a topic to take her mind off s e x.  Any more of it && she would start to feel a little uncomfortable.  “I’m guessing you never read Mannix’s work.”  Not that she found anything wrong with it.  Bayden was right.  It wasn’t quite a fairy tale, but a novel.  Depressing as the novel is the little Disney cartoon barely captures the depth of sadness the novel actually has, it’s a book she would never recommend to the weak hearted, yet animal loving types like Bayden, it could be a bit far more tragic.  “What makes you think all fairytales have happy endings?  There are quite a few fairytales that don’t.”  She seemed to mention gently, as they were like North && South.  They pointed in opposite directions in a way, as in he was more involved with movies as she was more involved with books.  So he liked red heads && brunettes'.  Shocking!   

       Going completely silent during Bayden’s hate ted talk on the topic of Pinocchio, that she could tell, was talking about his own self.  The things we disagree with in life speak a lot about ourselves.  As he could write a very good essay on the topic, if it ever arised, it would be interesting to read.  Yet there was something he said that stuck with her for a moment:

       He-saw-it-from-his-own-priviledged-cricket-shoes-that-already-had-an-education-&&-yada-yada-yada’.  A lightbulb had came on behind her eyes, as it spoke out in the kind of way that she feels she treats Bayden like that sometimes.  Maybe even a lot more than she wished.  Not that she had a very good education, as she didn’t finish Middle School properly, but she kept to educating herself within the hopeless hospital programs as much as she could.  In a way her experiences, && his own were very different.  The materials she could get her hands on.

       Another example that randomly came to mind, that she probably never properly explained to Bayden that started to sink in was realizing her mistake on the whole why she’s so anti-Witch Coven.  Claims of it being a CULT might stick a little strange to someone like Bayden who has a more innocent view due to his family d y n a m i c.

       The other?  BODY s w a p p i n g.   Raising her arm to her neck she’d rub her neck, digging her nails into her own skin, dragging her nails into flesh.  She knew about the dangers.  Spending some time in someone else’s body, && the senses of self && memories start to shift as being them occupying there body, there brain, as you’re trying to change to adapt to better fit the new form.  Physically && psychologically.  However, that night would have gone wrong regardless within the depression she was in, Bayden’s desire for answers, the wait that separated the both of them when they met up.  Interrogated && heavily/relentlessly questioned nearly side by side of each other was a little to much at the time, but, she can’t deny listening now, she felt negligent.

       “That’s fast.”  Celestis said the first thing to come to her mind, avoiding the thoughts clouding her mind, correlating the dots to his rant on the topic of Pinnochio as she is to blame sometimes.  

       She’d make that snarling noise.  “Excuse me?  Take that back!  I’m not old-fashioned.  I just progress like a TORTOISE.  Seriously s l o w.”  Yet she could relate to the oh so seriousness.  Her life was terribly serious.  Yet she doesn’t truly avoid enjoyable activities.  She just avoids anything with animals.  Horrifyingly crowded area’s most the time.  Money related places.  She enjoys doing activities, that meet with her agenda, && desires. 

       KARMA is a b i t c h.  LIFE is a b i t c h.  This world is full of mysteries, that MANKIND has not even s c r a t c h e d the surface to see what’s really going on.  So much emotions bubbled up the surface, she forgot to guard herself from the dangers of her zero patience lack of impulse control neighbor of hers.

       As much as she couldn’t deny the seconds of the tight embrace was something that Celestis could realize was nice.  Perhaps something she’d rarely felt in her lifetime.  Went terribly wrong.  Sensing something wasn’t right before she could pull Bayden off her, her soul rushed out of ROWAN’S b o d y && into BAYDEN’S own v o l i t i o n.  The first thing she felt was the cold.  The way violent tiny needles of pain stabbed at the flesh ripping itself from Rowan into Bayden’s.  The temperature became an unbearable feeling.  Feeling the way the muscles began to spasm from the awful, bone-numbing cold as she settled in a a different body. 

       A wave of dizziness && nausea swept through her in Bayden’s body as she stumbled, fighting to stay on her feet, but she found the body mass of himself entirely different then Rowans.  Just like that, she was registering she was in Bayden’s body, as she ended up unable to keep herself on his own two feet ending up collapsing down onto the floor.  Determined to just lay there, unmoving, as floodlights flared to life as it all started in small blurs to visually  focus.  Everything became utterly different in someone else body.  The way they breathed, see, level of focus/thought process/what drugs ran in his veins, control of the limbs, the mass of it’s body, she can’t say they flatline during transitioning but the body ends up hurting in places she didn’t know could hurt && it wasn’t from just falling moments before.  Perhaps more the nervous system having to be entirely rewired?  Restart?  As if it sensed an invasion of the body pushing out it’s owner’s soul.  She was. . . she was in BAYDEN SHANNON WARDEYN’S body.

       Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuck.

       LIFE can be s h i t sometimes.

Bayden rolled his eyes. He was clearly a movie watcher. He didn’t read all the damn comics. That was a big not. Movies were free on the tv. Comics cost money he did not have to spend on the inside of the asylum. Such was his life. He was at a disadvantage there.

He laughed when she said he said more than her liking. “Yeah well, I never promised to stay in your comfort zone, did I? No I did not.”

And no, no Bayden did not try to annoy the nurse too much despite his own annoyance with the situation. He literally just got his privileges back. He wasn’t in the business right then for getting them taken again, not over shoe strings.

“String you down? Double A. You forget yourself and how dirty minded I am. You are not doing anything good for my visuals. You should stop whole you’re ahead.”

Her usual.

“Like I ever see you eat. I wouldn’t know what that is. OH! I may not be able to leave yet, but you know what we could do? I think can find my way back to my own house thanks. I got this. I don’t think either of us need a guide after all these years for fucks sake. These people dude.” He shook his head about the whole thing. He understood if they were new patients but come the fuck on. They’d been there for years. He guessed that’s why the nurse eventually came to her senses and just let them go.

This chick. All she ever annoyed him about the last time they argued was going out for the coffee he owed her but he lost his off property privileges. He was like hello community room free, gross, lukewarm, pot. In the middle of everything she just kept bringing it up. He couldn’t believe it kept popping out of her mouth. So, he was going to try and make some peace by fulfilling his promise somehow unless she was still going to hold out for privileges he may never get back again. He was a murderer who also had an escape on his record now. The likelihood of that was pretty damn nil. But, his mother had pulled off a lot in past. Pigs could fly and wouldn’t shock Bayden if someone said his mother made happen.

“You know I can’t take you out for that coffee but I am pretty sure there are places that deliver. Can’t promise it will get here hot but we do have microwaves. I know how to push the buttons and everything.”

The walk back to Asylum Acres behind Briarcliff Manor was actually a liberating feeling even if his heels kept slipping in the backs of his boots from lack of laces and even if they got a few stares on the way out due to Rowan’s lack of pants.

He looked over at her and grinned as they passed through the gates. He couldn’t help himself after all this time. Celestis of people had to know how much it sucked being in the hospital.

Then there they were, all the little pastel cottages, flowers, and picture perfect happiness, like a postcard. It used to be enough to make him want to puke. After having it stripped away and reminded life could be worse that puke-worthy cookie cutter image of perfect full of mental cases like him really was perfect to him. He looked at his house and then he looked at his neighbor’s house still there across the way. Rowan’s house. Now Celestis’s house. Inviting her in was a never done before, at least not really on purpose. But, now he already had.

So, up to his door he went, unlocked it, and there was his place completely empty like he never lived there. They’d cleaned it out. He saw his pile of sketch books were gone. His heart sunk. He never put a lot personality on the walls of the home to begin with. His sketch books were the only things around that made it looked like anyone lived there at all.

“Guess they really were just waiting to give this place to somebody else. Nobody thought I was coming back.”

He wondered which asshole staff did it because his mother built this place just for him. He knew it now. It twisted a knot in his stomach to consider her being the one to order the clean up. No. Some asshole did it. Right?

“More like hoping I wasn’t. Well, fuck ‘em, right?”

Guess he was starting over from scratch. He could do that. What more could they do to him? Fuck ‘em all. He was back. Bayden Warden was back.

       TO be fair she didn’t read them either, as she was way to poor for that as well, but g o o g l e && fandom nerd pages have just enough info to build from to keep herself in the loop.  However, that was the difference between the two of them.  She was a lot more curious about things, && where they lead.

       She looked almost annoyed at him.  The usual way her lips pressed together tight, her facial features nearly void of most expression.  “Apparently so.”  Dropping it for now.  Noticing a couple times the way Bayden looked or talked to her changed a little.  Either that was a sign of growth between the two, or something she wasn’t quite sure.

       Parts of her did feel it was her fault Bayden was there where he was in the first place.  It would have been different if she took that night a lot more series.  So she understood why, but still, it was so worth the bad-puns.  Huffing a bit drastically “if I have to work on my p u n s, YOU have to work on that d i r t y m i n d of yours!”  

       Nearly humored by Bayden she couldn’t help but agree.  “I wouldn’t even know what that is either if I’m being honest.”  Not really sure herself anymore.  It was by all means her fault putting Rowan’s body what she did, but what Celestis has learned was recovering from turning herself into an anorexic was hard.  Hopefully, by the time she finds her body, she’ll return Rowan’s fully recovered but that’s only if she ever succeeds.  As she didn’t want to get stuck in her own head about never returning to her own body.

       She almost wanted to tease Bayden, if he ever got lost he could just use google maps.  But sensing the heat from where she stood, she didn’t say it.  “It’s just protocol Bayden.  It’s just like she said before..”  Understanding the issue both ways, but in the end there’s not much they could do about it.  Shrugging it off as they got to walk without an escort back.  Perhaps in some way, if Celestis wasn’t in the room lil-Miss Nutrix might have not even bothered with shoe-strings, && guides.  It might have only been because she was with Bayden that she took it to that level.  

       The only other option was that his mother actually ordered it, or Janet did.  If Janet wanted the upper hand in Bayden’s favoritism, all she would have to do is target the weaker Nurses.  It get’s a bit muddy when someone had the upper hand on someone else.  In theory anyway.  Celestis didn’t really think Janet was actually going about finding faults && dirt on other Nurses just to target them when they happen to be assigned to Bayden making them push his buttons on purpose.  Making her the crowned numero-uno.  That would be CRAZY.

       Forgetting how comfortable && cool it felt being bare-less along her legs as she walked side by side.  It was always her being so cautious && careful that she forgot what it felt like.  Giving those who stared at her the middle-finger along the way.  That was really out of the blue.  Wondering where all that came from all of a sudden.  Looking up as the clouds looked even more greyer then they were the last time she was outside as she wondered if that triggered the coffee conversation.

       “Eh.  Don't FRET o v e r it anymore Bayden.”  She seemed to vocally && express herself nonchalantly.  “The truth’s already out between us anyway right?”  It’s not like she could go back && change what had happened back then.  She exhaled rather loudly  “It was just me wanting to hang out with you && tell you the truth outside the Asylum properly.”  It really never was about the COFFEE.  She just became f l u s t e r e d for a while, more at herself then at Bayden.  It was her fault for lowering her guard that night anyway && not preparing better incase of the truth came out accidently.  It all happened to fast.  “You deserved better.”  

       Shrugging a bit, it’s all done for as she wouldn’t have brought it up again.  Not sure why he had.  She had the time to think about it for a while, since they stopped talking briefly.  Celestis honestly didn’t know any other way to explain it rather then that.  It was all to messy, && she held onto her own anger && frustration.  Projecting it.  && she knew it, sort of, after really thinking about it.

       Celestis felt a small tug of a smile, as Bayden looked over her && grinned.  She can’t deny the sense of relief not having to live behind locked doors again.  Depending on the program level if there were camera’s or no camera’s.  Constantly using an intercom.  Marched to a beat of there insane schedules, && there impossible many rules, along with neglect time to time.  Being in a cookie cutter puke-worthy cottage meant she never had to live with her doors locked, && yea that’s dangerous, but she rather take that risk, then live constantly LOCKED i n like she had been since she’s been in Rowan’s body.

       It was strange.  They always invaded one or the other’s space, as she’s undone his lock, broken into his cottage multiple times, to do something she shouldn’t do, like vandalize his space with artwork since he didn’t really do it himself, while her door was just always unlocked making it easy to invade her space at anytime.  However being invited?  That was new.

       Hopefully it doesn’t become a thing.  It would just be down right awkward.  Closing the door behind her softly, as she’d lean into the door.  She found herself gazing into the newly covered painted walls, the echo of emptiness surrounding them.  The same structure, as it’s old scars where covered.as she took it all in.  Same old same old build just like the one she lived in as she ran her hand up the doorframe slowly.  The little framework of art dedicated to Janus was gone around it’s frame.

        “Maybe.  RUMOR has it the neighbor's quite a m e g a - b i t c h.  Who breaks into locked cottages, especially the one to the left.  It would be hard to find someone who can tolerate that.”  Celestis knew for a while that his place was cleaned out && gutted.  She had witnessed it after coming back from a run.  With them not talking. . .well she kept that info to herself it wouldn’t have helped either of them.  

       Unfortunately his MEGA-b i t c h of a neighbor couldn’t save everything of his either.  Having help.  Being lucky that Princeton was in a good mood, as Garrison only would budge if she owed him a favor.  Between the three of them, she was able to at least recover what she could without it being too big of a deal.  Inconspicuous as possible when they weren’t paying attention when they were cleaning && re-painting inside the house..

       “Well isn’t that the usual Princess Trope, you’re highness?”  His princess struggle was so very real as of right now.  With the Evil Queen just up && sent her minions to do the dirty clean up, as it was up to a very MEGA-g r u m p y Huntsman?  To gather up a band of idiots to help aid the distressed && upset Princess in question?  

       “Princess jokes aside, don’t be to upset, not everything was lost in the minion sweep up.  That MEGA-b i t c h of a neighbor of yours is peculiar && even useful sometimes!”  Hopefully lightening the mood just a little to ease the pain he must be going through.  She knows it can’t fix or change how he was feeling right now.  It was a lot to take in, but she hoped the hinting that there was something good to look forward to even if this all felt like a set back was still there.  His stuff that she did save would all be on his porch by early morning tomorrow, since she won’t be making that morning run since she didn’t have any shoes.

As if Bayden didn’t screw with his therapists, lie, and throw very loud fits of epic proportions. If asylums gave oscars and grammys he’d have snatched up a few by now.  

So, when she turned to bark her real name at him she wouldn’t be screaming at his back for long. He turned right around. She gained his attention quick.

Celestis Davenport?

The name was so much better than Delacour. He hated that last name. But, he wasn’t about to tell her that yet. He was far too intrigued with her hilarious descriptors of herself.

Prepubescents what the fuckers? It would have been really hard for him to keep a straight face if it wasn’t for the fact it all happened so fast, so his eyes were still busy being popped. This was comedy club gold. He blinked several times as she kept popping off.

There was nothing hotter than a fiercely angry woman running at the mouth about the most ridiculous shit. She has two personalities inside her and the first thing she wants to bicker about is her god damn horoscope?

HER GOD DAMN HOROSCOPE OF ALL THINGS!

His face started to crack a smirk. The amused grin was twisting up one side of his cheek quick.

Annoying brown freckles?

Da’w how cute. Celestis was jealous Rowan was pulling them off. Bayden was loving every minute of this chaotic explosion.

Something finally felt real again.

Holy shit! She used her powers in front of everyone! Bayden’s eyes darted around to see who witnessed it besides him. The couch was upturned on it’s side.

This shit was too funny to not follow. Bayden wasn’t the sort to chase. He’d proven that time and time again, but this was too good. Oh, he had to pester now.  

He felt like writing her IDoNtHAvEpArNoRMaLExPEriEnceSEs on a Spongebob meme and slipping it under her door. Actually, that would happen several times before the end of the week. He was plotting it with every step he stalked behind her. He couldn’t believe how down she talked to him like he was an idiot and could understand nothing about this stuff. His sister was a witch. She went to the school and he’s dealt with this magic shit all his life and heard about all kinds of shit. She acts like she has to explain it like magic is a new concept no one but her could possibly understand. He was so sick of everyone thinking he was an idiot. He didn’t need it all explained to him like he was still learning his ABC’s.

So, he had to be the shit he was and called out behind her.

“Are you jealous Rowan’s pulling off the freckles or that I like them?”

That wasn’t all. He didn’t stop there. He kept yelling out.

“Thank fuck it’s not Delacour. Stupid Harry Potter cop off name. No one gives a shit whether you’re a virgo or not. No one. No one actually believes in that shit. Now I know for a fact you’re delusional, ParaNorman.”

He said it so mean and then he just started laughing. He couldn’t take it.

       YET Bayden’s a complete && utter idiot who couldn’t follow one simple instruction.  Typical.

       It felt like floodlights flared to life burning her from the inside out.  Invading her space as the lights in the hallway felt to bright flaring && giving her a terrible headache with him tagging along.  GLAD Bayden wasn’t on the brink of his melodramatic break down he was at seconds ago though wasn’t he going back to his assistant living?  

       The sound of his voice helped her brain connect to her limbs, && started to motivate her to move at a much faster pace at that.  Emotionally her body was hurting in places she didn’t know could hurt.  Though depression && exhaustion usually found ways to do that.  It didn’t help that his comment bugged her, just a little, as if it got under her skin.  She wasn’t jealous of Rowan’s freckles, but perhaps brackish at the idea he liked them.  Feeling tiny pinpricks of pain rushing through her chest.  She couldn’t explain why that almost upset her.  But damn it.  What was wrong with her?  “Didn’t really take you for a Burnette && shallow type.”  Turning her head to look at him as she’d have a harsh sibilant tone.  

       “YOU still owe me c o f f e e.”  On a rainy day && she won’t let him forget that outside of this shithole when they get there special privilege's back knowing it won’t be awhile anyway.

       Heat welling around her eyes.  She blinked && kept a stoic face, but didn’t trust her voice to say anything just yet.  && even if she did trust it, she wasn’t sure what to say.  The ache in her chest doubled in the kind of way of always wishing she knew that part of her.  It’s not just validation, or some acting way to understanding oneself but it went deeper.  She always wanted to know when she was born.  Celestis never really knew the exact day she was born, let alone month.  Though she finds herself knowing she’d be a lot happier if she had something.  Anything.

       Apparently it was to much to ask for.  It was always to much to ask for. Shaking her head, as Celestis knew it was her turn to talk, but she still didn’t know what to say.  Shocker.  She couldn’t say she was enjoying this right now, because she wasn’t.  Then a thought struck.  “So what’s your zodiac?”  It mattered very little about Rowan Delacour’s last name.  Rowan was french descent, as Wardeyn wasn’t any better, as Davenport sounded just as worse as Last name’s in general where subjectively supposed to sound stupid to begin with.  Though she doubts even in Rowan’s body she could pull of the sexy french-depressive type the last name imbues.  It was just not in Celestis genetics, or in her case soul.

       The hallways in the Aslyum had felt suffocating in the seconds she was storming through them.  Needing to get out.  It was like the walls were closing in && becoming claustrophobic as she’d find herself trying to remember the way out.  Surprised his mother even so dared him to watch Harry Potter!  Since his mother control’s everything in his life anyway, who would have thought.  However, she wasn’t in the mood to point it out, not today anyway.  “I thought you were going back to you’re princess cottage?  Don’t you have birds or rats waiting to braid your hair or somethin.” Celestis couldn’t say that with a huge amount of enthusiasm, but she gave it a shot.

       Eager to escape, she took off at the nearest door that led outside where she could breath!  Celestis inhaled, still trying to catch her breath, trying to clear her head.  She’d walk a bit slower, but not by much, as she found herself going near the graveyard.  It wasn’t so much the graves or the dead that made her comfortable, but if there was a calming area, she found the random gardenia bush quite comforting && relaxing even in it’s not so desirable location.

☪ —— Freckles Mound

When Freckles met a tragic end — Bayden was really devastated. && as his friend — she wanted to comfort him the best way she knew how. A painted grave rock pile where Freckles was cruelly mutilated was a way to keep Bayden's beloved horse's memory alive — && help him grieve through it.

It honestly felt like the right thing to do but when they inhabited Bayden's body the task felt bittersweet. Each rock they collected ended up being painted by them ( Celestis ) in the end. Doing absolutely nothing to truly represent Freckles — the real Freckles. For Bayden that rock mound was suppose to be a way to keep her ( or his ) memory alive.

☪ —— Holly Jolly Season.

       THANKFULLY during the holly jolly season THEY didn’t have to meet with the W a r d e y n family during Christmas.  Thank goodness for that.  They did not think that far ahead, && was already stuck with Bayden’s nightmare of a sister.

       The perks of being them during the holly jolly season would be seeing/staying in Bayden’s bedroom!  Exploring through his room, && being nosey.  Three words: what a dork.

        Though after everything Bayden && themselves went through recently.  Bayden was sort of an animal lover.  Though they can’t say the same for themselves.  Animals never really liked them.  But it did stick with them.  Remembering the loss of Freckles the Horse && how it impacted Bayden.  They know that there is nothing that could ever replace Freckles.  But what Bayden doesn’t know during DECEMBER && that they didn’t t e l l him.  They won’t tell them until after they figure out how to swap back.  When nosing around the attic they found a fish tank with a working pump.  Next thing they did was buy a ‘Mystery Betta Fish’ online that turned out to be a Black Orchid Betta, a fake log, filters, betta food, a fish heater && an automatic fish feeder.  Betta’s are one of the few low maintained fish to take care off.  So it’s actually fine for Bayden to be gone long periods of time.  Since things have been pretty rough since Freckles Death.  

       They hope they get to go home at least every month && a half to change the fish filter.  && every three months change the water.  Able to live up to 6+ years it might not be the animal of his dreams but it’s actually something that sits on his nightstand now.  Currently nameless.  They are planning to let Bayden actually name it when he personally discovers it.  Using Bayden’s mom’s money, but didn’t feel an ounce of guilt doing it when they did it.  But no one can take it away from him?  && they guess that is why they did it.  Unless his mom or sister pours bleach in the tank killing it.  It also gives him a reason to go back home, regardless if it’s only for a few hours.  It could be comforting, && though comforting means two very different things to the other.  Sometimes they think Bayden needs it more.  Also he could keep his sketchbooks there.  Might be wiser than holding on to them like before.