[Drabble]
Another AU world piece.
I know something is wrong as soon as she walks through the front door. Kona keeps his distance from her, an expression of disgust as plain on his reptilian features as if he were human. He goes immediately to curl up by the fire, everything in his posture showing disdain for his usually beloved creator and companion.
Outside, a storm is kicking up.
I wait for Dee to speak, trying to feel out whether this is anger, depression, or just PMS. With Dee, it can be tricky to tell. But she just keeps silent, and it feels wrong and I can only wait her out for so long. I get up from the couch and try to pull her into my arms, but she's stiff. Not resisting, but not complying either. To top it off, she still won't look at me. My fingers brush under her chin, guiding her face up so I can see those bright blues that always drive me crazy. When she does finally look at me, it's through thick and clouded tears.
"...Dee?"
Her eyes close suddenly and she gasps sharply, clutching her stomach. The storm worsens outside, and it registers somewhere on my peripheral that Kona has vanished. I grasp Dee's arms, trying to support my typically freakishly strong imp, but she's withdrawn and fighting some pain I can't see or understand.
"Dee, baby, come on. Talk to me. Give me some direction here."
I try to lift her up into my arms, but she's suddenly vicious, lashing out and tearing away from me with a choked cry.
"Dee-"
"Shut up, Scotty."
It's the only actual words she's spoken since she walked in the door, and her voice is shot through with anguish. I rack my brain to understand, but there's no crime I could have committed. I had always told her everything, and given her everything. I'm no longer just worried about her. I'm scared. I've heard the stories about this. Visionaries that suddenly lose their minds, having to be put down, and I know I could never have the strength to do that to her. But Kona is gone, and the storm outside has turned into a hurricane. It's tearing holes in the roof, and the rain pours down to drench both of us.
"Baby, please." I have to shout, and even then I can barely hear myself over the wind and the thunder. "Whatever it is-"
I'm cut short by a cold, searing pain slamming into my chest and racing through my veins. I barely hear her over the weather and the roaring in my own ears.
"I'm sorry, Scotty."
It's the last thing I hear before everything fades out to black.
I know something is wrong as soon as she walks through the front door. Kona keeps his distance from her, an expression of disgust as plain on his reptilian features as if he were human. He goes immediately to curl up by the fire, everything in his posture showing disdain for his usually beloved creator and companion.
Outside, a storm is kicking up.
I wait for Dee to speak, trying to feel out whether this is anger, depression, or just PMS. With Dee, it can be tricky to tell. But she just keeps silent, and it feels wrong and I can only wait her out for so long. I get up from the couch and try to pull her into my arms, but she's stiff. Not resisting, but not complying either. To top it off, she still won't look at me. My fingers brush under her chin, guiding her face up so I can see those bright blues that always drive me crazy. When she does finally look at me, it's through thick and clouded tears.
"...Dee?"
Her eyes close suddenly and she gasps sharply, clutching her stomach. The storm worsens outside, and it registers somewhere on my peripheral that Kona has vanished. I grasp Dee's arms, trying to support my typically freakishly strong imp, but she's withdrawn and fighting some pain I can't see or understand.
"Dee, baby, come on. Talk to me. Give me some direction here."
I try to lift her up into my arms, but she's suddenly vicious, lashing out and tearing away from me with a choked cry.
"Dee-"
"Shut up, Scotty."
It's the only actual words she's spoken since she walked in the door, and her voice is shot through with anguish. I rack my brain to understand, but there's no crime I could have committed. I had always told her everything, and given her everything. I'm no longer just worried about her. I'm scared. I've heard the stories about this. Visionaries that suddenly lose their minds, having to be put down, and I know I could never have the strength to do that to her. But Kona is gone, and the storm outside has turned into a hurricane. It's tearing holes in the roof, and the rain pours down to drench both of us.
"Baby, please." I have to shout, and even then I can barely hear myself over the wind and the thunder. "Whatever it is-"
I'm cut short by a cold, searing pain slamming into my chest and racing through my veins. I barely hear her over the weather and the roaring in my own ears.
"I'm sorry, Scotty."
It's the last thing I hear before everything fades out to black.