#bdrpjane

@lost-girl-at-sea​

Tom was on a grocery run. Not for the house. No, no. That was John’s territory, unless he specifically instructed Tom to pick something up that they were running low on but did not warrant a full-on trip to the store. Not that Tom didn’t help. He often went with John and enjoyed being sent off like a solider to gather this item or that one. 

Today, he was alone and shopping for the firehouse. Because their shifts often overlapped with meals and sleep, Captain Denim kept the kitchen fully stocked and it was a trade off on who was to do the shopping. Thankfully, Tom had a list, so it wasn’t much of a hassle and he was confident he would be able to carry out his task with little effort.

So, here he was, strolling into the store in his deep blue fire department t-shirt, when he saw a woman just coming out of the store. A woman in a cast, on crutches, clutching precariously at a few bags of groceries. 

Without a thought, Tom swooped in. “Here, let me take some of those for you!” he offered her with a bright smile. 

@lost-girl-at-sea

Artemis had finally done it.

It being her semi-secret obsession of the last month. Even the solstice had not kept her distracted long. When Artemis got a bone between her teeth, she never stopped until the marrow was sucked from it and it was hollow. She did not dedicate as much time to it as she wanted, of course. The reprimand from their father (which only became clear as a reprimand after he had left and Apollo had given it a name) still rang loud in her ears.

She would not neglect her duties. Which was why she stayed out later--to make up the time she spent researching for Jane. Each time the woman came into her office, Artemis wanted to be able to offer her another piece, like a dog awaiting scraps, a cat leaving dead birds on a door step. 

So far it had only been meager morsels, breadcrumbs and nothing more. Each time she watched Jane’s brows twist a little more, like a toy being wound up, she wanted to try harder. Artemis had always hated disappointing people. And no matter what her brother teased--she just didn’t want to disappoint the mermaid.

Finally, though, finally, she thought she might have something. 

When Jane appeared in the doorway, Artemis smiled. It was not too big, nor too bright, but a sliver of silver moonshine. 

“Come with me!” she chirped, more giddy than necessary as she skipped towards the door and down the hall, keys jangling as she found the right one to unlock the archive door. She did not bother with small talk as they stepped inside and she flicked on the light.

@goingtosee-theworld

Jane was the last thing on Simba’s mind.

Literally.

After her disappearance, and that more than a little frustrating conversation with Milo, Simba had said: fucking forget about it, then. And he did. Because he was not the person to dwell on people who did not want to keep him in their lives. He did it with ex-girlfriends and his ex-boyfriend. He had done it with no one as thoroughly as he had done it to Taka, though. 

But, Jane--it had hurt, because Simba had rarely ever had to do it with his friends. All through school, he had been on good terms with almost all of his friends. The closest he’d ever come was when he had to rip Nala and all his other friends out of his heart, because of his own delusions and grief and loathing. That wasn’t the same as this.

Jane had left. She had left and she hadn’t even told him goodbye. She was, arguably, one of his closest adult friends--a friend he had made all on his own. Which for someone like Simba, wasn’t that much of an accomplishment, but outside of Pixie’s--with Tink and Timon and Pumbaa--she was the first friend he’d made after his father died.

And besides all that, he loved Jane, plain and simple. He liked how small she was. How intelligent. He loved all the things that she taught him about animals and the world. He loved that she knew Swahili and felt a bit like that other home to him. She reminded him of Oyibo, but also of Desta. She was his Jamii.

Or, she had been. Not anymore. He had plucked her from his heart and shut the door, because that was how he dealt with the pain.

When the knock sounded on the door--Jane was the last person that he thought it could be. 

Bowie and Simone barked and whined as he made his way hesitantly to the door, unsure who was there and wary. He looked in the peek hole and his heart gave a funny flip in his chest, but he clamped down on it. The anger flared up instead. For a moment, he considered not opening the door.

It was the last shred of love he had for Jane that made him do it. 

Though, he stood in the doorway, stony-faced as the dogs poured from behind him, snuffling on Jane and whining at her feet, Simone jumping right up onto her. Simba didn’t tell her to get down.

Belle [deleted]: Hello, Jane.

Belle [deleted]: Hello, Jane!

Belle [deleted]: Hello, Jane, it's me, Belle. Get it it's a lit--

Belle [deleted]: Hello!

Belle [deleted]: Hi!

Belle: Fuck.

Belle: Oh no that wasn't supposed to send!!

@goingtosee-theworld

Hercules had finally gotten his professor assignments. There was some woman named Sarabi Lyons (whose last name sounded familiar to him, though he couldn’t exactly place why and c’mon Herc there is probably a hundred people with the last name “Lyons”). A professor Lotte Eleveld, who taught magiart history. And a Professor Thatch.

Hercules was leaning against the counter in the teacher’s assistant break room, chewing on his lip. 

When someone else entered, a cute girl with a thick fringe, Hercules pushed a little eagerly off the counter (leaving a bit of a dent behind) and headed over towards her. 

“Hey!” he said, “hey. I’m Hercules, uhm, one of the teacher’s assistants. I’m...pretty new around here so, uh, I was just--wonderin’ if you--knew any of the professors on this list?” He held it out to her hopefully.

@goingtosee-theworld

Ellie found herself, very unfortunately, opening the wide double doors to Swynlake’s General Hospital. Ellie hated hospitals. The only problem was, her situation required the necessity of such a place. She took a glance around at a scenery she was far too use to. People waiting in chairs to be called for, receptionists answering phone calls and paging doctors. Doctors and nurses running around in the back lines... It was a scene the ginger was growing tired of. 

She walked to the front desk, her footsteps cumbersome and languid from the fatigue that once again began to fall over her. She wasn’t so sure if this was from the cancer itself, or from the horrible cold she had caught. 

The ginger was easily prone to sickness with her shot immune system and they always hit stronger and longer then they should have. She reported to the woman in the front about being scheduled for chemotherapy and was immediately allowed through. 

Ellie continued to walk through the now familiar hall ways, making her way to take the next left around the corner when she bumped right into a person she hadn’t even been aware was in front of her. The impact was harder then expected and made the redhead completely lose her balance and land right on her bottom, her purse hitting her hard against her chest. 

“Oof.” She was going to pay for this, she knew she was, she could already feel the bruises forming, and she honestly had no energy in her to try and attempt to get up. Ellie looked up to see a woman a sorry look immediately filling her features. “I am so so sorry! I didn’t see you at all and that’s completely my fault.... Are you alright?”

@goingtosee-theworld

Simba Lyons had decided that alone was good for him. Alone was better. He was going to just--stay away from people, that way, he couldn’t hurt them. Knowing that he had Kiara, Nala, and Tink’s tears on his conscious, he decided that was it. No more!

One day.

That’s how long it lasted until Simba was so utterly bored and alone that he just couldn’t stand it. Thought he might actually go insane. He’d spent that “alone” day running at the gym until he was practically chased out by Hercules. Then, he went home and ran around the lake. After that he was exhausted enough to sleep for a few hours until it got dark.

He had ice cream for dinner. A whole tub of it. Some part of him had just wanted to get drunk. Just be wasted and deal with all the loneliness by turning up Elton and jamming out--as he was wont to do when his chest was aching as much as it was. But, no. He fell asleep on the couch, Titanic playing on loop in the background.

Waking up late the next morning, he decided the ache in his chest (and his stomach--but really that was the ice cream) was too much to ignore. He opened his phone, laying upside down on the couch, his feet over the back, he head hanging towards the floor. Scrolling through his contacts, he dismissed all of them the first time around. 

Ber - definitely not. Jack - no. Kiara - no. Nala - no. 

It wasn’t until the second time ‘round, scrolling slower--less desperately, that he considered the name just under Jack’s: Jane. 

Jane.

Well, Simba liked Jane very much. Hadn’t spent much time with her--she’d come into Pixie a few times after Halloween, but that had really been the last time he’d spent any decent amount of time with her. He had wiggled his phone between his fingers for a moment before finally typing out a message. 

Hey Jane! Long time, no see. Wondered if you wanted to grab a drink at the Deer this week?

She’d gotten back to him quickly and they’d scheduled it for the next night. 

Which, was why he found himself now, tucked into a booth in the corner away from the bar (god he hated Gaston). He had a coke in front of him and her usual on the other side of the table. When she entered, he stood up. “Jane!” He waved to get her attention, beaming at her as she strolled over.