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neurotoxicity) wrote2022-11-17 11:55 pm
neurotoxicity) wrote2022-11-17 11:55 pm
Memory 2: Rubber Ducky
[ Ivy's in a jacuzzi naked with a man with short hair and a few earrings on his ear. There's candles everywhere, enough suds to cover everything, and a little yellow rubber ducky floating around. The man speaks first with a fake British accent that he's not entirely great at doing. ]
Why still so tense? It wasn't a vampire who killed them. [ Ivy sighs and closes her eyes as she snuggles up a little closer to him. ] I know. I didn't care until I found out the murderer was a witch. You know what that says about me?
[ He frowns and looks down at her. ] What?
[ She leans her head against his shoulder. ] I'm a vampire today. Rachel is inept, impetuous, and disorganized. He grins at her, flirtatious as he takes a sponge to her shoulder. ] It's that last one that really bothers you, isn't it?
[ Ivy tosses him a brief glare and then chuckles. ] I mean, I'm serious. She cried over those wears. [ Said as though it was ridiculous to cry over werewolves. The man whispers into her ear, nibbling gently: ]
Piscary is pleased with you. So drop it, will you? [ And like a child Ivy's eyes light up. The man's face takes on a gentle expression and he wraps her in for a quick kiss. When he pulls away she speaks with more excitement than Ivy usually shows: ] Pleased, are you sure?
[ The man speaks: ] Yeah, he wants to see-- [ Before he can even finish Ivy stands and grabs a towel and a robe. ] I'll be right back, Kist. [ He watches her leave with a sad expression on his face as he grabs the ducky and pushes it along the water. ]
Why still so tense? It wasn't a vampire who killed them. [ Ivy sighs and closes her eyes as she snuggles up a little closer to him. ] I know. I didn't care until I found out the murderer was a witch. You know what that says about me?
[ He frowns and looks down at her. ] What?
[ She leans her head against his shoulder. ] I'm a vampire today. Rachel is inept, impetuous, and disorganized. He grins at her, flirtatious as he takes a sponge to her shoulder. ] It's that last one that really bothers you, isn't it?
[ Ivy tosses him a brief glare and then chuckles. ] I mean, I'm serious. She cried over those wears. [ Said as though it was ridiculous to cry over werewolves. The man whispers into her ear, nibbling gently: ]
Piscary is pleased with you. So drop it, will you? [ And like a child Ivy's eyes light up. The man's face takes on a gentle expression and he wraps her in for a quick kiss. When he pulls away she speaks with more excitement than Ivy usually shows: ] Pleased, are you sure?
[ The man speaks: ] Yeah, he wants to see-- [ Before he can even finish Ivy stands and grabs a towel and a robe. ] I'll be right back, Kist. [ He watches her leave with a sad expression on his face as he grabs the ducky and pushes it along the water. ]