“From here on in, the shadows get deeper, the nights get longer. We’re heading into the dark and we have to hang on to each other.”
“I was seventeen,” Jamie was trembling, Dani could feel it. She presses closer, offering the comfort of her arms and her undivided attention.
“Whose bloody idea was it to snort it through your nose? I didn’t know whether to sneeze or cough after my doing my first line.” She laughs softly, sadly
“It made me feel invincible. It made me do things I regret … “ Jamie chokes on her words. She’s thankful for the cover of darkness, hiding her face, hiding her shame, but Dani’s hands find her cheek anyways, and wipes away the tears she can’t see.
Three days apart had felt like ten years. Despite the wide expanse of grassy field beneath them, Dani finds herself shamelessly pressed into Jamie’s side, feeling her body warm at the contact. It’s not proper, it’s not becoming of a lady, but she can hardly bring herself to care. She allows herself to want this, to want Jamie, propriety be damned. She is wholly, utterly unprepared, however, when Jamie takes her hand and presses it between her open legs. Dani’s eyes quickly scan the open field, and Jamie smirks, swinging her parasol in front of them, shielding them from view.
for ‘apocalypse’ we’re going with a quick digital sketch based on this drawingby@me-za-me-ro that got me staring at the ceiling for five hours. go check out her art!
Dani has finally stopped crying, and though her legs are numb and her back is aching, Jamie continues to hold on. Six tries. Six attempts at bringing new life into the world. Hopeful beginnings dashed by bitter endings, each an apocalypse of their own, until nothing remained but an unfathomable emptiness. Fresh tears slide down Jamie’s cheek, and Dani must sense it, because she stirs, and gently wipes the tears from her face. They sit in the silence of their flat, and cradle their dream of a child between them one last time, before drifting off into a restless sleep.
pretty simple sketch for day 2 of #damietober. let’s go!
Jamie thinks about what it means to be whole. Ponders life before tonight, content with the company of plants and endless stretches of time. Wonders how such a life can be filled, almost imperceptibly, like the moon moving through its phases. Slow, but constant. And she knows she should be listening to Dani, who waxes poetic about the crescent moon in the sky tonight, but Dani is a galaxy of her own, filled with the things that make Jamie’s world a little less dark, and she hopes one day, she too can be as radiant and full as the moon.
