The whole thing just kind of makes her cry harder. He is being so sweet and it breaks her heart that she was so crazy to him, and it breaks her heart that she doesn't have all of him to herself. She of course doesn't realize that she doesn't actually want him all to herself, but love is blind and she is absolutely crazy about her old man. She wants him, or she wants someone like him for her own, and at the moment the quest to find this person seems absolutely epic and impossible. Who else would duke it out with her and then take her to the ER when she goes bat shit crazy, and then, on top of that lets her cry and snot all over his shirt?
So she is only seventeen and hasn't seen a large chunk of the world.
Spoiler alert: It's filled with self serving douche bags and emotionally stunted assholes. Not to ruin anything for anyone.
Not that Salome realizes this, hell, she is still hopeful and excited about going out and finding herself, or something like that, but as a seventeen year old long range planning isn't exactly one of the finely working portions of the brain. Everything for Salome is NOW NOW NOW and NOW NOW NOW the love of her life is getting married to another woman who she sometimes wants to gas to death. It's not Delilah's fault, she is actually probably getting the short end of the stick here. Salome will have to get them a wedding present. Roofies?
She must look like a shit storm when they walk into that little room and slap a wrist band on her wrist full of identification. Facts like her name, age, birthdate, and all the other good shit. She'll get generally checked out too just in case something else is wrong. Not a full on exam but blood pressure, heart rate, stuff like that. Which is great because she is all sniffling and doesn't want to ask for an aspirin because it will cost fort-five dollars.
"I bet you'd call me stumpy," she sniffles and throws the tissue away that she has absolutely destroyed by now. "Or some awful other puns. Then I would have to smother you in your sleep." She doesn't want to joke about burning down the house, that's her ace in the hole.
"I should get her flowers." None for you, fucker. For Delilah.
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Date: 2013-01-09 11:03 pm (UTC)So she is only seventeen and hasn't seen a large chunk of the world.
Spoiler alert: It's filled with self serving douche bags and emotionally stunted assholes. Not to ruin anything for anyone.
Not that Salome realizes this, hell, she is still hopeful and excited about going out and finding herself, or something like that, but as a seventeen year old long range planning isn't exactly one of the finely working portions of the brain. Everything for Salome is NOW NOW NOW and NOW NOW NOW the love of her life is getting married to another woman who she sometimes wants to gas to death. It's not Delilah's fault, she is actually probably getting the short end of the stick here. Salome will have to get them a wedding present. Roofies?
She must look like a shit storm when they walk into that little room and slap a wrist band on her wrist full of identification. Facts like her name, age, birthdate, and all the other good shit. She'll get generally checked out too just in case something else is wrong. Not a full on exam but blood pressure, heart rate, stuff like that. Which is great because she is all sniffling and doesn't want to ask for an aspirin because it will cost fort-five dollars.
"I bet you'd call me stumpy," she sniffles and throws the tissue away that she has absolutely destroyed by now. "Or some awful other puns. Then I would have to smother you in your sleep." She doesn't want to joke about burning down the house, that's her ace in the hole.
"I should get her flowers." None for you, fucker. For Delilah.