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[August 26th] [The Wild Wild West] Home Heartbeats
Title: Home Heartbeats
Day/Theme: August 26th - Sometimes home has a heartbeat.
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K/G
Continued from prior pieces.
By Lucky_Ladybug
You know that saying Home is where the heart is? It sounds really corny and cheesy and endlessly sentimental. But it fits the way I felt about Chita once upon a time. Home was wherever she was, whether that was a riverboat or a broken-down house or a big mansion.
I guess for her, a better saying would be Home is where the dough is. As long as she had money, she was happy pretty much anywhere. Or that's the way it seemed, anyway.
I'm not sure why I kept up-to-date on her whereabouts after the break-up. Maybe I just wanted to make sure I knew where one of my biggest enemies was and what she was up to. Maybe I felt sad to lose her still and I considered her a friend more than an enemy. (With friends like her, who'd need enemies?)
It was always the same old story with her: she had to have a guy, and he had to have money. She really didn't stay with Jeremy very long. After she bankrupted him, she went on to one of the other guys I'd introduced her to on a business level.
I had to wonder why all those guys put up with it. I mean, by then they all knew that she'd been around to all of them, so why were they such idiots? At least I dropped her like a hot rock when I knew about the other guys. I can only guess that they either didn't really believe what they'd heard or else they lusted after her so much that they just didn't care. Whatever their reasoning, they were all crazy.
She finally left the New Orleans area and started taking up with guys all over the place. It was always in big cities, though. And fancy neighborhoods of big cities, naturally. Eventually she made her way back to New York on the arm of some millionaire of another. I don't know if her aunt knew. Poor thing probably rolled over in her grave after she was dead and found out what her niece had been up to.
I considered going to her personally and telling her all about me and the marriage and what Chita was doing. I thought it was the only right thing to do, really; the woman had a right to know about her own flesh and blood. At the same time, I was sick of trying to do the right thing and getting bit for it. I figured that if I did go and tell her, she might very well think that I'd corrupted Chita and blame everything on me. And I just wasn't up for that. In the end, I decided not to bother at all.
In hindsight I probably should have gone. Maybe she wasn't as bad as Chita made her out to be. And no matter what she was like, she still deserved to know. Still, I don't really blame myself for being more concerned about me at that point. Someone can only take being kicked around so much before they just can't anymore.
As for that Home is where the heart is stuff, I learned that home was where I took it. I started feeling perfectly at home on riverboats, in any of my towns, and in any of the houses I started collecting in those towns. Home was where the heart was, alright---my heart. And my heart was with me and my empire. Nobody and nothing else.
Of course, I really only learned that because I didn't have any other choice for survival. Deep down, I didn't want to carry my home with me. I wanted someone else to be my home, like Chita was for a while. But that was over and done with and I wasn't about to go looking for somebody else who'd stomp all over my heart. So I didn't.
Day/Theme: August 26th - Sometimes home has a heartbeat.
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K/G
Continued from prior pieces.
You know that saying Home is where the heart is? It sounds really corny and cheesy and endlessly sentimental. But it fits the way I felt about Chita once upon a time. Home was wherever she was, whether that was a riverboat or a broken-down house or a big mansion.
I guess for her, a better saying would be Home is where the dough is. As long as she had money, she was happy pretty much anywhere. Or that's the way it seemed, anyway.
I'm not sure why I kept up-to-date on her whereabouts after the break-up. Maybe I just wanted to make sure I knew where one of my biggest enemies was and what she was up to. Maybe I felt sad to lose her still and I considered her a friend more than an enemy. (With friends like her, who'd need enemies?)
It was always the same old story with her: she had to have a guy, and he had to have money. She really didn't stay with Jeremy very long. After she bankrupted him, she went on to one of the other guys I'd introduced her to on a business level.
I had to wonder why all those guys put up with it. I mean, by then they all knew that she'd been around to all of them, so why were they such idiots? At least I dropped her like a hot rock when I knew about the other guys. I can only guess that they either didn't really believe what they'd heard or else they lusted after her so much that they just didn't care. Whatever their reasoning, they were all crazy.
She finally left the New Orleans area and started taking up with guys all over the place. It was always in big cities, though. And fancy neighborhoods of big cities, naturally. Eventually she made her way back to New York on the arm of some millionaire of another. I don't know if her aunt knew. Poor thing probably rolled over in her grave after she was dead and found out what her niece had been up to.
I considered going to her personally and telling her all about me and the marriage and what Chita was doing. I thought it was the only right thing to do, really; the woman had a right to know about her own flesh and blood. At the same time, I was sick of trying to do the right thing and getting bit for it. I figured that if I did go and tell her, she might very well think that I'd corrupted Chita and blame everything on me. And I just wasn't up for that. In the end, I decided not to bother at all.
In hindsight I probably should have gone. Maybe she wasn't as bad as Chita made her out to be. And no matter what she was like, she still deserved to know. Still, I don't really blame myself for being more concerned about me at that point. Someone can only take being kicked around so much before they just can't anymore.
As for that Home is where the heart is stuff, I learned that home was where I took it. I started feeling perfectly at home on riverboats, in any of my towns, and in any of the houses I started collecting in those towns. Home was where the heart was, alright---my heart. And my heart was with me and my empire. Nobody and nothing else.
Of course, I really only learned that because I didn't have any other choice for survival. Deep down, I didn't want to carry my home with me. I wanted someone else to be my home, like Chita was for a while. But that was over and done with and I wasn't about to go looking for somebody else who'd stomp all over my heart. So I didn't.