#darkconsumed

unfrozed, dethawed and sore beyond belief. those were the waking thoughts of one jackie taylor. the initial shock of all but coming back to life. those were the knee-jerk moments coming to. but the first thought? the first real thought was about shauna. because why break tradition? why meander away from the fact that every time she woke up, she instantly thought of shauna shipman?

seeing things and people who weren't actually there wasn't a new thing for taissa, but seeing van in front of her is enough to bring her to tears. she'd only buried her body a few hours prior, pieces of her lover's heart still circulating throughout her body. taissa had gone home, not realizing how much seeing the remains of the love of her life would affect her emotionally. maybe she assumed that it wouldn't - that she could just be cold and unaffected. but she wasn't, not in the slightest.

everything felt like her. the movie collection that van had dug through boxes for after claiming offense to the fact that taissa had never seen them was still sitting on the coffee table. (they'd only gotten to finish one) van's favorite foods were still in the fridge and her clothes were scattered across their bedroom and in unfolded laundry baskets. the house was back to being empty. she was back to being alone.

cleaning things up felt wrong so she didn't. not yet. the messes that were left were supposed to be there and taissa would deal with it when she was ready. she felt more of anger more then anything else, holding herself back from calling her former best friend in a fit of rage. this wasn't supposed to happen, none of it was. so instead she just sits on the couch, debating if she can watch a movie in van's memory. she doesn't even have time to really think about it until she hears an all too familiar voice that moves her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, could you please just give it a rest with that shit?" She wasn't ever really much of a believer. So many of them had faith in spades back then, with Lottie being the most unrelenting of them all. Even to this day she seemed to hold onto it. Shauna didn't though, and she certainly didn't believe that there was anything good inside of her either. Let alone anything beautiful. Any and all semblance of goodness had been carved right out of her (if there was ever any to begin with).

@darkconsumed (jeff) sent: ❛ you don’t have to say anything. ❜

WHAT WAS SHE EVEN SUPPOSED TO SAY—? This entire exchange was supposed to mean nothing or at least, that's how it started out in the beginning. Nothing more than a casual fling between two consenting adults who just needed to feel something other than the constant weight of guilt that surrounded both of their lives. To feel wanted, desired, but love? No, love wasn't supposed to be involved. Emotions as a whole tainted the very essence of what made this safe and Jeff's sudden admittance destroyed an already broken shell that resonated between them. Best to shut it down as soon as possible before his delusions of her spiraled out of control. There's a silence that seemingly lasts longer than it actually did, skin tingling with nerves all the while as she ponders her next move. Ball in her court now, regardless of the fact that he tells her she didn't have to say anything in return, she knows that she does. Because saying nothing - acknowledging nothing - only allowed him to remain hopeful with the idea she might feel the same way. If not now, then eventually. Arms come to cross over her chest as feet shuffle in weight from one to the other a bit nervously and in that moment all she can think about is how badly she wanted a drink, or a cigarette, or both.

@darkconsumed {Jeff} and Shauna are trying to make this thing work post-crash

In some ways, Jeff was all that Shauna had left of Jackie.

In some ways, that was absolutely not true, but maybe if she said it enough, she'd be more comfortable with his love. Was that what this was? There was something to his affection and attention that wasn't being said. Which was fine -- apart from the barest of bones (bad choice of words), Shauna wasn't going to tell him what had happened out there. He'd never understand, no way.

Not Jackie, not the baby, none of it.

Where Jeff and her best friend had assumed the mantles of class king and queen to ensure their survival in the food chain that was high school, Shauna had to become something she wasn't (or maybe she always was) in those woods. Something that shouldn't have been rescued, or let back into society. Those words, those thoughts were only for her journals, and maybe Jackie's, someday. Wherever she was, she hoped Jackie understood. The hunger, the jealousy, the love.

Oh god, he'd asked her a question, hadn't he? What was it -- something about getting lunch, maybe? It was hard to go out in public in Wiskayok since the return, people asking the girls questions no one wanted the real answers to. But Jeff had said something, and she was just sitting here staring.

@darkconsumed (natalie) sent: ❛  you and i will always be unfinished business.  ❜

UNFINISHED BUSINESS—? THE QUESTION STIRS IN THE BACK OF HER MIND: what did that mean, exactly? There was an influx of connotations that those few simple words could have noted and yet, Lottie is without true understanding in regard to any of them. Head shakes as an automatic response, uncertain and in some disbelief when in reality, she shouldn't be. A soft sigh of breath, but she can feel her heart pounding profusely in her chest just the same. Natalie and her had always held a similar, connected spirit or at least, so she always thought.

@darkconsumed: should still be warm if you’re hungry. ( for jeff from shauna )

five nig.hts at freddy's starters / accepting

"Thanks, hon," Words are half mumbled as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the back of his wife's head. Momentarily unaware of any sort of tension in the room. He's a bit late, of course, caught up with things at the store namely, the sketchy fucking loan he had taken out. Still, it's only once he starts to dish out his food that he starts to pick up on that. He sets down the plate, turning to face Shauna.

@darkconsumed {Nat} gets a lighthearted starter

"Okay, check it -- there's this old convent out here that got turned into a museum. But back in the day, folks believed it was a boarding house for vampires."

The sun was setting on the French Quarter and Faith had done some reading about the local legends and myths -- since she and Natalie had first met while the Slayer was chasing a loup-garou when they were just girls. A number of years, wrinkles, and a few pounds later (thank the Cafe du Monde for that, as well as the Chosen One's aging metabolism), life had taken Faith and the fierce Nat Scatorccio in different directions, but being back here together ... it felt right. Put an extra spring in her step, especially as the two women walked off the dinner they just shared.