She listened to him list off different places they could go, Ibiza being more Beatrice’s speed than Ophelia’s. After the year she had, she could use a few days of rest, relaxation, lavish spa sessions and endless days or nights spent in bed with her... Well, whatever they were. She knew her idea of a vacation sounded more like a honeymoon than an adventure but could he blame her? He joked about his age, his last hoorah before they settled down and she had to laugh. “You have not had a year full of 20 hour surgical procedures and 48 hour shifts at the hospital. You can’t blame me for wanting for wanting something like... Castaway Island, in Fiji? I’ve always wanted to learn how to surf. I would be a chance for both of us to get away from work, too.” She said, leaning against the counter, trying to meet his eyes. “Though, maybe it does sound a little too much like a honeymoon.” Her mouth down-turned slightly, hand reaching to pull her phone from her back pocket to pull up the Internet browser. “Anywhere I know I’d like to go is going to sound like a honeymoon though. I guess that’s what you get with wanting to spend your life with an old woman.” She joked, putting her phone down on the counter. “But you knew what you were signing up for.” She laughed, hands moving to mes up the dark smattering of hair on his head playfully. She felt awkward at the moment; hadn’t they just been planning their wedding and honeymoon? She hated the notion of bringing up old wounds, but she guessed that the important thing now was that she had found her way back to him. She just hoped he would see it the way she did, too.
“Oh, I plan on telling you when you’re being too mobster at home. I’m not the quiet, meek doormat I used to be. Being honest and open with you is a whole lot easier on me than keeping everything bottled up because I want to avoid conflict. Less stressful on the heart.” She offered a half smile, still getting used to their new dynamic. While it was a very welcomed changed, she had rarely dealt with conflict of this nature before. To be so completely open, honest, brash even - it was a learning experience. “I will talk about my work if you talk about yours. I want to know anything you want to tell me about your life, Danny. You should know that by now. There are some things I could probably due to not hear about, but if something bad happens - if another client overdoses or something... I can help you through it, I understand.” It was so strange for her to be in such a supporting role, especially in the case of client overdoses; she could tell they were taking some toll on him, but he was a slave to the job just the way she had been. She didn’t want him to completely lose himself in the darkness of his job.
She would save him if she could.
“It’s something to think about when we’re away on vacation or when we get back. Once we spend however many days we’re away together, I doubt either of us will really like the idea of going back to separate spaces again. Plus, it would really give us a chance to see if this would work on a day to day basis. If the shit hits the fan, we can just sell the house and go our separate ways.” While there was a hint of seriousness in her suggestion, she also was joking with him. She knew they wouldn’t be able to take things horribly slow, the thought of being able to completely start over when they had shared so much of their lives together as it is was completely ludicrous. Perhaps it was the fact that they were back in their house that made her feel so confident that they would work out, the two people who stood there so completely different than the ghosts who still haunted the empty rooms of the mansion giving her an over abundance of hope for the future.
“It feels so... strange to be back here, doesn’t it?” She asked, long legs leading her back to what had been their dinning room. The sun was just starting to set, gold washing over everything the light could touch. “We’re so different from who we were then... But still the same.” She mused, feeling content and distressed at the same time. Were they moving too fast, being silly in thinking this could work?
Either way, she would enjoy it as long as it lasted.
and as the world comes to an end
i’ll be here to hold your hand
because your a king and i’m your lion heart