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“ what the hell happened? ”
@damienofhell
“Can you believe it? A cat climbed through our window this morning after you left. I went over to it and it lost it’s shit!” She turns her hand in his. It’s wrapped neatly in gauze, though speckles of red have still managed to seep through over the course of the day. “I couldn’t wrap it myself so I went over to Jerry’s. He patched me up. It sucks but I don’t think it’s--- that bad..”
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“I’ve been thinking.” There’s a hesitance in her voice, a second to breathe and mull over her words. There’s no subtle way to say it, so... “--- do you want to have a baby? I mean... we’d be good parents. Right?”
❛ I promise you, we will be fine. ❜
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They’re waiting for the doctor to return with the results from the blood tests and, honestly, she may or may not be panicking. They weren’t ready for a child, were they? Was Damien? Was she?
Darcy’s heart is racing and she swears the room is too small. It’s almost hard to breathe so she squeezes her fiancee’s hand, unable to really tell what kind of results she was hoping for. If she was pregnant, they’d promised they would both raise the child, love it... but, god. She worries still. Would she even make a good mother? Damien, though... she has no doubt about it. He’d make a great father and the thought of him holding their flesh and blood son or daughter makes her smile wide, thoughts pleasant enough that for a second she forgets why she was fretting. It may be difficult, but at least she had him. He believes in her too, even if she didn’t. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe they could make it work.
So she nods a little, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles as she shifts in her seat and closes her eyes. “Okay. Okay...”
℟ - Hug my muse from behind without saying a word
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She had to get up early for Oscorp, to finish some reprogramming she’d promised Felicia. Earlier than even Damien tends to wake up for his runs into the park but considering he was due soon anyway, she’d started on breakfast for him before getting dressed. Darcy had just finished setting up the brewer and turned it on when she felt a cool breath on her neck and arms wrapping around her waist. She smiles, leans against his chest and turns her head to kiss the corner of his jaw with a quiet hum. One hand comes up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the other cupping over his arm.
“ I didn’t wake you up, did I? Shit, sorry baby, tried to be quiet.” She tilts his chin toward her so she can catch his lips in a kiss before she’s smiling again. “See? Look, nothing’s burnt this time and the kitchen is still in one piece annnnd for this early in the morning, I think I’m functioning at a pretty o-kay level.”
❇ - To ‘casually’ touch their butt.
@damienofhell
“Damien...” She feels his palm over her ass through the tight dress and no sooner can she feel him cupping a squeeze, making her hum softly. Darcy nudges closer to his side and lifts onto her toes so she can murmur in his ear. "At the risk of sounding cliche: good things come to those who wait.” Lips brush over his ear and she withholds kissing his neck, even at the back of the room. Others are more focused on the speech occurring at the front, but she’s not sure she wants to take chances being caught as inappropriate someplace so open. Until the presenter starts rambling politics and she rolls her eyes and smirks at her fiance, fingers curling around his hand. She starts tugging him toward the door. “Or, uh, maybe we’ve waited long enough.”
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@damienofhell // xxx.
“Jogging? Is that what we’re doing?” She has trouble keeping up. Darcy is out of breath and her calves feel like they’re on fire. Eventually, she doubles over before she’s even come to a full stop. “You sure? I mean, put four wheels on you and I’m pretty sure a cop would pull you over if he caught you on his speed-o-meter.”
Darcy stands upright and heaves, stepping closer to kiss her fiancee’s jaw before resting her head onto his chest. She wiggles her wrist out of his grip so she can hold his hand and collect her bearings. “Sorry--- I don’t move this fast unless I’m being chased. The only exercise I’m suited to is riding you, ha.”
“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”
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“Damien.” Eyes shift from him to the nurse prepping to insert the IV from which she’d be drawing Darcy’s blood for the next several minutes. The nurse quirks an eyebrow, curious, but resumes her gaze on the equipment when Darcy passes herself off as having a fear of needles. Darcy’s attention refocuses on Damien, a nervous little smile playing on her lips while she murmurs to him, shy of being heard. “I already feel like a baby.” It doesn’t stop her fingers from curling around his, though, because she can definitely use the comfort-- even if she doesn’t want to admit it out loud.
It’s her first time donating blood since before her life took a turn from weird to ‘seriously, what the fuck.’ It’s scary, preparing herself to face the feeling of the blood leaving her veins again and the weakness that came afterwards. It takes her to a place she doesn’t want to go to ever again but she thinks it’s stupid if she doesn’t overcome it. Embarrassing, even. Not when a little bit of good can come out of facing her fear and discomfort. Never mind her her already racing heart.
“i don’t want to win. i just want to make the world a better place.”
@damienofhell
“They don’t control you. They can’t. Nobody can.” Suitable words of comfort, she hopes, while she welcomes his head on her shoulder and rubs her fingertips gently over the back of his neck, catching and tugging short locks of his hair between her fingers. Her other hand rubs over his back. She wishes it was enough to protect him. “And the world doesn’t change in a day, Damien. You gotta give it time. If you want it to happen, you have to keep trying. But that doesn’t mean you can’t take a break, either. Rest. Doesn’t matter who your father is, you’re still only human.”
