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[September 17] [Near Dark] A Thousand Miles (13/26)
Title: A Thousand Miles (13/26)
Day/Theme: September 17th/Scenes from the life of a double monster
Series: Near Dark
Characters: Diamondback
Rating: G
Sometimes she forgot that she used to like the sunlight. She forgot she had any family other than Jesse and Severen. She forgot that her name hadn't always been Diamondback. Her life was a road stretching out before her and behind her, with her boys on either side. So it didn't matter where that road went or where it came from, it was all the same; only thing that mattered was that she kept on moving forward.
Her husband had called her a monster, once. Not Jesse, who'd never taken her to a church but was her husband nonetheless; no, this was the other one, before she'd done much to earn that name. He hadn't said it with fear or horror, the way so many people had since. His only horror was at her complete lack of maternal instinct. He'd wanted a big family; she hadn't. It was a problem they probably should have worked out before the wedding. There were a lot of things they should have worked out before the wedding.
She used to wait tables at the jazz club in town. It wasn't a real upscale joint, but it wasn't sleazy, either, and she'd had hopes of making her way onto the stage, one of those nights. This was back when her clothes were new, flashy and stylish, and when her hair was touched up so the roots didn't show. That stopped when she got married; she'd planned on giving up the waitressing career, but she hadn't counted on giving up her dreams of life on the stage with it. And she wound up going back to waitressing after the stock market crash, when he lost his job; not at the club, but the bar in the next town over.
She'd had a pet snake. Just one, a harmless little thing; her brother had kept snakes and given her one when she'd moved out. But her husband hadn't liked snakes, didn't approve of his wife keeping one in the house. Didn't suit her, he'd said, and it'd be too dangerous to keep around the baby. Baby? she'd asked.
Kinda funny how things worked out. He'd called her monstrous for not wanting a child of her own, and now, after being called a monster for plenty of better reasons than that, here she was, watching this lost little boy and wondering what it'd be like to take him for her own.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
"Homer."
Day/Theme: September 17th/Scenes from the life of a double monster
Series: Near Dark
Characters: Diamondback
Rating: G
Sometimes she forgot that she used to like the sunlight. She forgot she had any family other than Jesse and Severen. She forgot that her name hadn't always been Diamondback. Her life was a road stretching out before her and behind her, with her boys on either side. So it didn't matter where that road went or where it came from, it was all the same; only thing that mattered was that she kept on moving forward.
Her husband had called her a monster, once. Not Jesse, who'd never taken her to a church but was her husband nonetheless; no, this was the other one, before she'd done much to earn that name. He hadn't said it with fear or horror, the way so many people had since. His only horror was at her complete lack of maternal instinct. He'd wanted a big family; she hadn't. It was a problem they probably should have worked out before the wedding. There were a lot of things they should have worked out before the wedding.
She used to wait tables at the jazz club in town. It wasn't a real upscale joint, but it wasn't sleazy, either, and she'd had hopes of making her way onto the stage, one of those nights. This was back when her clothes were new, flashy and stylish, and when her hair was touched up so the roots didn't show. That stopped when she got married; she'd planned on giving up the waitressing career, but she hadn't counted on giving up her dreams of life on the stage with it. And she wound up going back to waitressing after the stock market crash, when he lost his job; not at the club, but the bar in the next town over.
She'd had a pet snake. Just one, a harmless little thing; her brother had kept snakes and given her one when she'd moved out. But her husband hadn't liked snakes, didn't approve of his wife keeping one in the house. Didn't suit her, he'd said, and it'd be too dangerous to keep around the baby. Baby? she'd asked.
Kinda funny how things worked out. He'd called her monstrous for not wanting a child of her own, and now, after being called a monster for plenty of better reasons than that, here she was, watching this lost little boy and wondering what it'd be like to take him for her own.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
"Homer."