( @dcwdrops ) Finley takes the route that allows them to avoid as much of the festival as they can on their way to the General Store. Their return was relatively quiet, as they wanted it to be. They had only texted Malia so they could leave some of their stuff at her house, but they werenāt ready to face everyone else yet. Itās Monday, though, and they have a job they have to go to. And they have to face the person that theyāre most scared to face. Theyāre fine, is what they want to believe as they stand outside the doors, hands sweaty, mouth dry, heart trying to beat out of their chest and make a run for it. Theyāre already five minutes late, but it becomes ten when they spend five more minutes just standing there, trying to will their legs to move.
They do, eventually, slowly and painstakingly. Usually, they would have thrown out a greeting as they walked through the entrance. Usually, however, doesnāt exist anymore, so theyāre quiet and jittery and nervous as they make their way to the counter, eyes darting around to see if they catch a glimpse of her.
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@dcwdrops - itās jillianās birthday & weāre pretending jackie was here on time
Sloane knocks on the Mercer general store before placing a parcel that is wrapped in purple tissue paper. Inside is a carefully folded sweater. Fae quickly ducks away as the door swings open. A small piece of paper with Jillianās name written contains a quick note.
Dear Jillian,
Hereās to making another trip around the sun, and defending the small businesses of this town. Happy birthday, I hope Brioche gives you extra attention today.
believe i sent you ben and jillian already, but a bizzie kiss for you too
Of all the new farmers in town, Ben enjoyed spending time with Lizzie the most. She was brazen and vivacious. She also happened to be the nosiest person heās met in the Valley so far. Even so, he did enjoy spending time with her, especially at the saloon. Before she came along, he hadnāt had much luck with finding someone who could match his skills in pool. After a particularly surprisingĀ match, the two of them were leaning against the pool table, Ben in mid-sip of his beer when he felt Lizzie building up to one of her prodding sessions. Seeing an opportunity to distract her, he shifted his stance so that his left side was still leaning onto the pool table, but his right hand was reaching around to place the bottle in hand onto the pool table to Lizzieās left. This effectively boxed her in-between the pool table and Ben, a smirk on his face as he looked down at her. āYou know what I think we should do instead of talking?ā He asked, gaze flickering from her eyes to her lips. Slowly he leaned down towards her, lips barely brushing against one another as he moved one of his hands up to cup her cheek. Just as her eyes fluttered shut, he took a moment to appreciate her face before shifting to give her a light peck on the tip of her nose.Ā āI think we should call it a night,ā he said as straighten up, taking a step back. In only a matter of seconds he was walking towards the entrance, turning around back to her briefly.Ā āGoodnight, Lizzie. Looking forward to our next night together.ā With that said and a wink sent her way, he was out the door before she could stop him.
art, lizzie, and kiran had gotten into the habit of hanging out at kiranās barn house watching netflix on his tv. he actually doesnāt mind it. he wouldnāt ever admit it to anyone out loud how lonely it can be out here. theyāre all sitting piled up on the couch, kiran in the middle of the two watching some sitcom that kiran canāt remember the name to, but heās too busy watching both of them react to whatās happening on screen. he thinks of where theyāve started and he knows that they still have a long way to go heās proud of both of then. itās this rush of affection that he didnāt know he had in him looking at both of them, feeling... proud. he reaches over to kiss lizzieās cheek and mess with arts hair. he shakes his head reaching to grab the remote and turn up the volume on the tv and stealing snacks from each of their plates for himself. he smiles, wanting to remember this moment. it was a good one.Ā
( everything is fine! | @dcwdrops ) itās late. finleyās head hurts. their hands are sweaty no matter how many times they wipe them on the fabric of their pants, and they donāt think their heart has stopped beating this quickly. all they know is they need to see jillian now. they donāt know why; they donāt know if itāll calm them down or make everything ten times worse, but their mind wonāt stop racing until they see her.
so finley stands in front of the mercer house, shifting their weight from foot to foot, running a hand through their incessantly before they finally get the courage to knock on the door, this rapid, nervous thing-- like a hummingbird on the verge of a panic attack.
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( @dcwdrops ) itās subtle, but elaineās hands tremble as she turns off her phone, deposits it in the drawer of her nightstand, and shuts it. she sits on the edge of her bed, head falling into her hands. okay, fine-- the first note was a prank. itās frustrating, but they move on. if joja is on the table now, though, that changes everything. people who were once barely suspects are now front and center, those who were in the center now fall to the back, and itās all just... she sighs. she doesnāt want to think about it.
then, she remembers sheās not the only one in the house now. she stands up, slips on her robe. the least she can do is check up on her guest. the floorboards creak as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her. what was previously her room when she lived here with her grandfather is now a guest room, with the room right across from it being... well, she doesnāt go into that room anymore. she waits for a moment before knocking gently. ālauren... are you awake?ā
Finley is calculated. They wait until itās midnight. They hope her phone is on silent. They hope she doesnāt pick up, because if she really did, they wouldnāt be able to talk. They wouldnāt know what to say, even if they had a script in their head.
Theyāre a coward. This isnāt surprising.
And theyāre good at calculating, so it works. Thereās a resounding beep after a couple of rings, and Finley is quiet. This is a bad idea. They think about hanging up. They donāt deserve to be calling her, anyway. That stupid missed call notification will be damage enough. Just add it on to the pile, why donāt you?
But the moment they let out a couple of words, they canāt stop.
āHey, Jillian. Um, I...ā Thereās a few seconds of silence. You can almost hear the hesitation, the dozen second thoughts. āThis is... Iām not sure if youāll listen to this, or-- fuck, you might have me blocked already for all I know. Which is... itās fine. I mean, not that you need me to tell you that, but--ā Another pause. Get your thoughts together or hang up.
āI, um... Iām coming back soon, probably in a day or two. I just thought Iād warn you, you know, since we work together and stuff... If you... I donāt know, if you want to have Stanley take your shifts or something, thatās fine.ā Thereās an audible sigh as they tug at the fabric of their blanket. ā... Iām sorry. I know that doesnāt fix shit, but... IāmĀ really sorry. I didnāt... It doesnāt matter why I did what I did. You didnāt deserve that-- You donāt. Youāre...ā
They tuck their knees into their chest, which has felt tight and unruly and clouded ever since they left Stardew Valley in Sloaneās van. They wanted to run. A part of them still does, but it doesnāt feel like they can. It doesnāt feel like thereās a right choice, or even a choice that makes them feel less weighty. They think of leaving forever, and they think of coming back, and both scenarios leave them on the verge of a panic attack. And then they think of Jillian, and... and itās harder to imagine they were ever a good person.
āI came to the valley because I didnāt, um-- I wasnāt in a good headspace, and I had just finished a, um, a really long relationship with someone...ā Both of they faces; Jillian and Maisie, reflections of the same hurt. Fuck. āI wasnāt ready for another one. I, um, I donāt know if I still am, or if I ever will be. I donāt know if Iām... if Iām any fucking good at it, honestly.ā Their choked out laugh is humorless. āI should have... I should have told you something. I should have... I just... I thought it would be nothing at first. I met you, and you were... well, you, and it was like... fuck, I donāt know, I thought... it felt nice to be around you. Even when you were insulting me or, like, when we were bantering, it was... it was nice.ā
Until it started to morph into something more. And they should have stopped it. They should have said something, but they didnāt. They liked the feeling too much. Even if they werenāt ready for someone new, that didnāt mean a part of them didnāt secretly want it.
āThat night in October, in your room. It... I think I fell there--ā Itās the first time they admit their feelings-- their actual feelings-- out loud, and it hits them. Their next words come out shaky. āYou were so honest with me, and... and I told you things that I had never really talked to pretty much anyone about and-- and I just thought: fuck.ā They laugh again, this time as a poor attempt to hide a sob. āIām fucking doing it again. Iām... fucking things up again.ā
They canāt even remember what the point of this message was anymore.
āIām sorry that you... that you had to find out Iām an asshole. Or, um, that you had to find out this way. I... I mean, I got a text from Malia saying I apparently got evicted, so, um, I guess Karma is already doing some work, huh?ā They wipe at the tears falling down their cheeks. They feel so small, and lost, and thereās no clear sign pointing anywhere anymore. āIām sorry, I donāt know why Iām... I just thought you should know that it... that it was something. Um, to me. It... it was. It is. It... Fuck, sorry, I feel like such a mess. I donāt want you to think that... that it was all in your head, or-- or that I never felt... Iām sorry you had to waste all that energy on me. But I... I felt so many fucking things for you, Jill. I did... I still--ā
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