#benevolentism

absolutely untrue.

the majority of her current hostility isn’t because she doesn’t love her family. it’s more or less because she sees them intruding on her life and taking away things that were good from her. not to mention, she’s extremely independent. the idea that adira thinks that she indra needs her (?) disgusts her, and she wants to show that she doesn’t need them (because she doesn’t).

     "You okay, cutie?"

      it was a young couple,  whom , in a kind of retreat , had launched themselves from the immortal, chaotic bodies of the tall eastern coast cities to the inconspicuous and,  more homely in comparison,  swamp coverings of the south.  they had taken up to an indefinite stay at banks’ bed and breakfast, their arrival a prelude in short to that of poppy’s. she had grown to only see them together, daphne lowell and trevor parrish.  they folded into each others company as if there were no other place on this dirt crust they could better belong. an atypical arrangement of relevance to their corresponding existences,  almost an instinctive sense of gravity and awareness of their significant other.  like it had all been hinted in their genetic make-up since the beginning , and once they met , it was piecing together a design to make it complete.  it was a sensible assumption to resign yourself to the belief that daphne and trevor were married. but in fact, when asked,  one would look at the other, blinking. then their mouths curled with some youthful secret and the reply , always met with surprise, issued as no, decorated with polite chuckles surrounding.

    at one point poppy overheard this and was quickly assessed with her own degree of puzzlement.  she mentioned it to teddy one evening and he hummed pleasantly, smiling too with that same separated   and distinct aura of knowing.  

         ❝  hmm, to be quite honest, ah, they’re better off than most married couples,  ❞ teddy banks’ mused, mostly to himself than his angelic companion.

      ❝  but i thought that was what you do.  getting married to someone you especially like,  ❞ poppy kicked out her leg from underneath her, sitting on the floor of the parlor and slumping back against the leg of a  sofa chair rather than actually taking a seat in it. her lower lip jutted out as well,  working to comb through thoughts ;  had she misconceived yet another mortal tradition in it’s plainest fashion.  she watched her employer fit a cigarette between his lips because the guests were retiring and the windows had opened for the delight of letting in crisp fall air.  ❝  why wouldn’t she get married. ms. daphne would make a lovely bride. ❞ silently they both agreed. daphne would be an ideal vision dressed in white,  her aristocratic upturn nose, square shoulders and chestnut brown hair.  teddy lit his smoke,  this time pressing out a particularly content sort of humming.

      ❝  well, ah, my dear ,   sometimes marriage isn’t so much about the   ceremony and the fuss, ❞ and he speaks vaguely like a married man himself, with the same fondness and disinterest in the idea.   ❝  a union, yes.   marriage is a union, not always defined by whether or not it’s been officiated before an audience and ——  . ❞      ❝  and god,  ❞ poppy offers, finally climbing into the furniture,  to which teddy opts to just amiably smile and nod, affirming.     ❝  ah, yes,  before that fellow too . ❞  they sit for a moment in silence of various waves of contemplations being sifted through and dissected. it would almost feel like the topic had met it’s close, but.

                       ❝  so then,    could we be married.  ❞

      the cigarette is kicked up in between his teeth, nearly lost between stammers he hadn’t quite realized were waiting around inside of him.  ❝  ah, well ——- hmmm . ❞ she doesn’t like the sound or lilt or melody of that answer’s start. so the angel continues in a nonchalant rush of words,  sniffling for no reason at all and lifting her chin to set about a certain poise to her otherwise always windblown mess of hair and  absentminded posture.   ❝  it’s just that i like you and you like me. we get along just fine, actually , maybe,   very much enjoy each other.  on television wives and husbands cook and clean like we do.  ❞ if you asked i’d stay here with you more than mornings and afternoons, but entire days after day after day. we’ve got alice and igor.  but the rest, those bits  , of course, don’t make themselves as freely known.  another interval of stillness, teddy ducks his head, blowing quiet smoke. cigarette smoke, too. when he laughs, even though it’s always a carefully approaching sound, never too loud , almost reluctant to leave him,  it still causes her to jump in her sitting place. her eyes widen, dancing speckles of gold-crusted anxieties pooling in those hues.

      ❝  ah, yes. quite.   then,  i do believe,  we’ve done it all but bustled to an altar, hm ? ❞ his smile is aimed for the wall but hits directly in the meadow of her chest. her cheeks smother in colour, so she abruptly pats her face in order to blame the red sting on anything but a soreness of the heart.    teddy, maybe forgotten for a bit, arches his brow in ever so itching question but refrains.  ❝  no need for that though,  wouldn’t you agree, ah,  poppy. ❞

who cooks normally :   ' for the record ' , the busy work is more or less divided up equally between poppy and teddy,  although teddy's had loads more experience as a home maker, of sorts , so there are times when the angel has no choice but to step back and allow him to fuss with what he will, how he will, decidedly going about in doing so. poppy bakes more than she cooks and you very well can't have lemon squares and sweet potato pies in loo of a proper suppertime meal ; boiling it down, ultimately to teddy. although poppy is there too. right beside him, watching, or flitting around the kitchen in effort to be of some kind of assistance.

how often do they fight :  notably, once . he just had to try reanimating the neighbor’s dog, a pup passed in it’s prime. just had to, really. then he did, and the animal tracked it’s dead and dirt all over the carpet and she was non-too pleasant about it in the most put together fashion, because it takes a lot to clean that carpet, theodore banks, honestly.

what do they do when they’re away from each other :  i imagine teddy unknowingly drifts to the kitchen or the gardens, expecting to find poppy fussy quietly and even more discreetly murmuring things to herself. he might sigh, realizing she isn’t there. poppy carelessly falls asleep in the swampy backyards that curl around the manor, running the risk of bug bits galore. she brings out the radio and listens to contemporary music underneath the static  there aren’t venus plants trying to nip at her fingers and it’s less enjoyable that way. when it becomes too pressing,  she tugs on her house slippers and takes a walk and just so happens to pass by bank’s bed and breakfast. and he just so happens to see her out there and maybe, by coincidence, invites her in for some sweet tea and a second opinion on the new drapes.

nicknames for each other :  poppy dear, very often, poppy dear. maybe pops if he isn’t paying attention to himself and oblivious to how deeply invested he’s become or thinks she can’t hear him .  eventually she stops anxiously tacking ’ mister ’ in front of everything and that’s about as creative as she can get.

who is more likely to pay for dinner :  teddy. 

who steals the covers at night :  poppy but you can’t say anything about it or she denies it out of embarrassment and will remain reluctant to have anything to do with blankets and sheets, since she’s such a hog about them.

what would they get each other for gifts :  from poppy to teddy : cufflinks using real human molars. a note reading, i read this in a book somewhere. it reminded me of you. from teddy to poppy :  house slippers that weren’t stolen from salvation army, that aren’t worn down thin to the sole, that aren’t covered in dirt because you’re not suppose to wear house slippers outside of the house, so these are clean but he knows they won’t be for long. and an candy apple with a smiley face carved into it.  

who remembers things : teddy. sometimes poppy but her talent for details can be laughable.

who cusses more :  poppy.

what would they do if the other one was hurt :  tentatively approaching or hovering around the other,  a daring embrace. something very sincere is said, maybe too telling. then awkward, reluctant peeling away and an offer for soup ‘ to warm the cockles of your heart ’. 

who kissed who first :  poppy, because after the third time teddy flakes out and hurries to his study to listen to marvin’s room, she got a little fed up.

who made the first move :  teddy unknowingly. he smiled at her , it was all downhill from there.

And it’s the oldest brother B)

it’s official he wanted his mom’s vagina

  It   has been   frequently refereed   to her, the book,  to kill a  mockingbird.   Seeking out, she    will hold      it and  closely      skim      pages     through   before    shelving her     choosing lightly     between    the stack.  Naturally   she implores her   shoulder neighbor   for his judgement        There were   an   abounding amount   of books   that it   was difficult for her to pick and   choose  without proper  commentary !