Luz for the ask game with all numbers!! >:))
OOOH OK!!
1. What do you like the most about them? EVERYTHING, ESPECIALLY AFTER HOW HAPPY SHE WAS IN S1 BUT THEN SUDDEN ANGST IN S2-3. SHE <333
2. What's their sexuality? SHE'S FUCKING CANONICALLY BISEXUAL!!!!
3. Otp ship. Lumity my beloved <3
4. Notp ship. Her with anyone she's related to or considers family pretty much.
5. Favourite friendship. Her with Hunter MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!! THEY'RE FAMILY :) but also, her with Willow IS TOO CUTE AS WELL, AND GUS TOO!!
6. Would you date them? no, I'm good!
7. If you were them for a day what would you do? I'm not sure tbh.
8. If you could change something about them what would it be? I think her arc has been going PRETTY GOOD, since SHE IS THE main character!!! but as long as she ends up in a satisfactory way in the finale, then idc.
9. How do you think they smell like? pretty good??? idk.
10. If you had the chance to ask them only one question what would it be? SHIT, IDK.
11. Do you think you have something in common with them? HELL YEAH!! we're both Latina, bi, and neurodivergent!!! oh and we both have eye bags and curly hair!!
12. Do you ever wanted to slap them? Why? HECK NO. SHE'S MY GIRL!!
13. What would you do if they kiss you? to not go cheat on Amity lol
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Sapphic September Day 7
Today's word was Cold.
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The cemetary was empty when Domi got there. The lights on the street beside it had just flickered to life despite the sun hanging just above the rooflines. Given the lack of lights in the cemetary Domi didn't much mind.
She weaved between the headstones till she came to a half row of empty plots. There was a hole dug, splitting the empty plots from the full.
It was one of the last rows in the cemetery, butting right up against an old oak tree and well-hidden from the park beyond by a tall hedge. In the quiet of the cemetery you could even hear the families playing on the other side - the children laughing and squealing as they ran around.
Domi stopped at the grave on the other side of the hole. She crouched. There was no marker the last time she'd come to visit and she was surprised to see a curly script on her brother's grave.
Beloved Son, Galvin Davies, 1984-2012.
"I'm officially older than you big brother." Her voice cracked and Domi took a stuttering breath. "I graduated ya know. Finished my residency just last year."
There was no response, of course. Domi didn't believe in ghosts or magic or whatever else Eleanora thought she could do. But…she still kinda hoped to hear her brother's voice.
Domi reached a hand out, let her fingers trace the lettering her mother had selected. She pursed her lips, "Sorry I haven't visited." She glanced to her left, to the hole her sister would be lowered into tomorrow. "Sorry it took something -"
Footsteps alerted Domi to someone behind her. Though they stopped a few rows back. She cleared her throat and stood.
When she turned around Domi came face to face with Amity Lawn. Her spine straightened and her eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
Amity Lawn looked just as she remembered him - square jaw, leather jacket, and scuffed up boots. His face had a few more angles on it now and his eyes were ringed with yellowing bruises from lack of sleep.
"S-sorry…" Amity couldn't- or wouldn't- meet her eyes. He gestured a bit. It drew her eyes to the bouquet of flowers in his hands. "I was just-" he gestured again, this time towards Gavin.
Domi found herself stepping towards him, placing herself between her brother and his would-be murderer. "Go away."
His eyes finally flickered up as his hand, jittery and pale, ran through his hair. "I didn't mean-"
"I said go away!" Domi screamed at him. Her voice echoed, too loud in the quiet cemetary. Amity flinched back. He took three paces before stopping.
His chest and shoulders rose as he took a noticeable breath. She recognized the technique - eight in, eight out. Her fingers curled into fists and her nails dug into her palms.
Amity's chin rose and Domi was struck by the flatness of his eyes. Listless. It was like staring into the earth itself, but far less comforting. Less comforting in that it sent warning bells off in every lobe of her brain, including the cerebellum - which was providing exactly zero help as her feet refused to move.
"The lady said to leave." Eleanora's voice was as flat as Amity's eyes and it sparked a flicker in them. Amity took the bouquet with him when he fled.
Domi had jumped what felt like three feet when Eleanora spoke. When she turned around, again, she found the woman behind her.
"How long have you been here?" Domi groaned as Eleanora smiled at her.
"A while," she shrugged, nodded her head in the direction Amity fled, "I wanted to see if he'd show up."
Domi took a breath, flexed her hands a few times to loosen the fingers. "How did you know-"
"That your brother was the one he attacked?" Eleanora raised a brow. "Despite you not telling me that crucial bit of info?" Her smile stretched wider.
Domi rested her hands on her hips. "I told you about my brother years ago."
"You said he died, due to an accident." Eleanora snorted as she gestured with her thumb behind her, "Dude used a rope. That was no accident."
"Well?" Domi gestured out, "How'd you figure out it was my brother he attacked?"
Eleanora rolled her eyes, long and slow, before giving Domi a pointed look. "This isn't that big of a town. Two men get attacked in roughly the same time period, it isn't hard to piece together, Domi."
"That's..." Domi nodded, sighed, "…fair." Eleanora chuckled. Her laugh was dry and hollow. Gooseflesh spread across Domi's skin at the sound. "You okay, Nora?"
"Been a day," Eleanora's lips trembled, but her smile held. "Been a while since anyone's called me that."
Domi shook her head, grinned, "Been kind of a day for me too." She rolled her shoulders back. With a tilt of her she asked, "Wanna get some food? The bar's just across the street."
"Bar food huh?" Eleanora clapped her on the shoulder as she started walking. Domi followed half a step behind. "It's gotta be a helluva day for a doctor to suggest that."
"The occasional soul food is good for everyone," Domi hip checked Eleanora as the stepped onto the sidewalk. "Occasional being the key word."
Eleanora kept her mouth shut all the way into Patrick's Pub. Once she plopped herself onto a stool she leveled another look at Domi, "I am confused about one thing."
"Just the one?" Domi flagged down the bartender and ordered a scotch. Eleanora ordered water and chili cheese fries. Extra cheese.
"In this town, your ex-stalker is the sheriff and the man who murdered your brother might have been dating your sister." Domi closed her eyes and wished for her scotch to get there sooner as Eleanora spoke. "Why the hell would you move back here?"
The bartender delivered her scotch. Domi downed it and tapped the edge of the glass for a refill. "In my defense, I didn't know Amity was back." She rolled her neck, "And technically, Galvin committed suicide."
Eleanora tutted at her, water still untouched, "Semantics."
"I grew up here. My family was here. Is here." Domi sighed, downed her second scotch, and shoved the glass away. "It's not like I knew Ana was going to get murdered the day before I arrived."
A hand patted her shoulder and Domi glanced at Eleanora to see her looking at the bar top with scrunched up eyebrows.
"You're shit at comfort."
Eleanora shoved her shoulder then, "If you wanted comfort you should have stayed in Nashville where you could drink with Sera."
"Yeah..." Domi folded her arms over the bar and rested her head atop them. "I suppose that would've been better."
"Suppose?" Eleanora snorted befor finally bringing her water to her lips. She shook her head as she glanced around the bar. "And you call me nuts?"
When the psychic has a point, you know you're screwed. Domi groaned and turned her head to bury her face in her arms.
"Only behind your back." Domi mumbled into the wooden bartop.
"Hey!" Eleanora flagged down the bartender, "Double that order of fries or the doc here is going to be drunker than a skunk within half an hour."
Domi turned her head to glower at Eleanora, who sipped at her water with a smile. "I hate you."
"Feelings mutual," Eleanora patted her back a few times. Domi watched her scope out the rest of the bar, eyeing each patron with the aid of the bar's mirror and the shiny jukebox.
Eleanora would know all the juicy secrets by closing time.
"Can I get a bourbon? The cheap stuff." Eleanora nodded her thanks as the bartender set the fries down between them. Domi upped her estimate to midnight as Eleanora dropped from her stool to go mingle.
"At least she left the fries," Domi mumbled to herself before picking up the cheesiest looking fry in the basket.
Cheese makes everything better. Even sitting in a bar with a psychic she didn't like, or believe in, in a town where that psychic was the friendliest face.
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