(no subject)

[takecourage]

She avoids him for as long as she can because, honestly, she's in no hurry to see that cold disdain in his eyes when he looks at her. She knows that he disapproves of her choices, that he wants her to better herself, and she can't help that her reaction to that is the same as it's ever been: to throw herself as far and as hard as she can in exactly the opposite direction. Her tattoos coming back on stage the other day is a whole different issue. She's wearing a hoodie zipped up to the neck, pulled down over her hands because that's just another coveration that she doesn't want to have with Darlington today.

But there's stuff at his apartment, a drawer in his dresser with a few t-shirts and her favourite panties and a pair of heels that she really wants to for a scene. She might have more money these days, but that doesn't mean that she wants to waste it. When she gets to Dimera, she knocks the door instead of just using her key.

Maybe she'll get lucky. Maybe he won't be hoe.

Comments

[more_magic]

Having showered and changed after his run, Darlington's in his kitchen looking for something to eat when he hears the knock. In a way, it surprises him. He hasn't gotten to know many people yet, though with school starting and his new job at the museum, that's bound to change before too long.

And the one person in Darrow he does know already, perhaps far too well? She wouldn't be stopping by.

Most likely, it's a neighbor, or a delivery person who's been somehow misdirected; huffing a sigh, he closes the cabinet he'd been picking through and goes to the door, undoing the lock. For a moment, he just stares at Alex, wrapped up as tightly in her hoodie as she'd been in that black henley the first day he'd ever met her. Now, as then, there's something flinty in her dark eyes. His jaw tenses a moment as he sees it--and as he swallows back the apology that tries to bubble its way to the surface.

"Alex."