[ by the time daisy darkens the doorway of the space they're calling home, tired has become more than just an adjective. it's a state of mind, a part of her personality; it hangs from her bones like so much weight, exhaustion evident in the dirt that's ground itself into her skin, exposing every laugh line and each dash of crow's feet across her face.
wanda, called out in between coat shuffling to the floor, pooling at the bottom of the coathanger as it has so many times before. there's no immediate answer, so daisy moves on. her satchel finds its home on the couch, tucked into a corner where it's immediately swallowed up in the pile of pillows serving as a backrest; belt and shoes too are deposited, discarded somewhere in the length of the hallway.
she considers calling out again. it's late, though — late enough that the sky's long since given out on keeping any sort of light in it, thick clouds muddling any remaining starlight and leaving the world draped in inky blackness. the girl's probably asleep, daisy assumes; might as well crawl into bed, too.
perhaps it's that assumption that prevents her from bothering to turn on the light. whoops? don't shoot, wanda, don't shoot. ]
take all your troubles, put them to bed.
wanda, called out in between coat shuffling to the floor, pooling at the bottom of the coathanger as it has so many times before. there's no immediate answer, so daisy moves on. her satchel finds its home on the couch, tucked into a corner where it's immediately swallowed up in the pile of pillows serving as a backrest; belt and shoes too are deposited, discarded somewhere in the length of the hallway.
she considers calling out again. it's late, though — late enough that the sky's long since given out on keeping any sort of light in it, thick clouds muddling any remaining starlight and leaving the world draped in inky blackness. the girl's probably asleep, daisy assumes; might as well crawl into bed, too.
perhaps it's that assumption that prevents her from bothering to turn on the light. whoops? don't shoot, wanda, don't shoot. ]