A million thoughts ran through Virgil’s head as he stepped to the door of his sister’s house. Memories of days past, anticipation, expectations of what was yet to come and things he’d need to say. Beside him was the single suitcase that had everything he owned, the after-effect of failed endeavours.
With a certain level of hesitance, he knocked. Three gentle taps on the wooden door and he was already debating whether or not to turn around and simply take flight. Run away and pretend nothing happened. His body began to shake, his legs ready to give in. It wasn’t the fact that he was planning to discreetly edge himself into moving in with his sister that made him nervous, but simply the fact that he’d be seeing her once more.
He replayed a memory in his mind of them as children. They were playing together outside, he couldn’t remember what they were playing but it must’ve been fun; it was always fun with the two of them. They laughed as they grew tired and lay in the grass, panting with smiles on their young faces. Virgil would always remember that night. The night where Daisy asked her brother where stars come from.
“I dunno,” he shrugged, “They’re just there.”
“So what…” she laughed, “They just appeared in the sky and said hi?”
The door opened.
“Hi,” he said
Daisy had finally brought out her easel, her paints half strewn over the dining room counter as she looked out into the back yard; her mind on anything but the canvas in front of her. Life had taken a turn of the odd and curious the past few months, and although she was sure she was enjoying herself, something seemed to be missing. There was love of course, but this feeling was something different, something far deeper than the fresh wound of heartbreak.
Inhaling, Daisy decided to pay it no mind. She already had too much to deal with, now was not the time to miss the life that had already passed her by. She needed to focus on the here and now, and what the hell she planned to do with the rest of her life. Not the memories that made her miss everything she used to enjoy.
She’d grown accustomed to the knocking. Between Dickey, Warren, and Isla all checking up on her to make sure that everything was running smoothly, she hardly paid any mind to who was behind the door anymore.
But this time, she wished she would have.
Virgil was much taller than she remembered, and more heartbreakingly handsome that he could ever recall. Yet the family resemblance was still uncanny between the two and as he smiled at her softly, her heart fell to her toes.
“What the hell….?” She whispered, grabbing the door frame for support as she stared at the man before her. “Virgil. what the hell are you doing here?”
After Warren’s sudden departure after the Police Gala, he had taken a step back to go over the events of the past few weeks. He knew that things were strained with Daisy and he didn’t want to make her life anymore difficult than it already was. But at that moment Warren needed to think about how he felt when it came to the blonde. She didn’t intend for it surely, but her words cut deep and he didn’t really know how she would react to what he had to say. She hadn’t called about shifts at The Stroll and he didn’t ask, the two of them were just in limbo, perfectly avoiding the other.
Taking a breath, he left his car and walked up the pathway to her door. Knocking a few times he took a step back, waiting for her to answer the door. When the door opened a crack he smiled, “Hey Dais.” He greeted softly.
“Is it alright if we talked? I wanted to get some things off my chest.”
Daisy’s chest pounded furiously. Partially from embarrassment the other half of her half bewildered by the face that looked at her from the other side of the door. Warren always made her warm from the inside out, no matter the circumstances that surrounded them, and although she had a feeling this conversation might be tense, she still wanted to wrap her arms around him. He made her feel safe. He made her feel wanted.
Clearing her throat, Daisy opened the door a bit more, smoothing out the sun dress that she was wearing. She hadn’t been expecting visitors, but Warren had seen her much worse for the wear. That still didn’t stop her from being self conscious though.
“C’mon in. You want some tea? Coffee?” She asked, shutting the door behind the man as he took off his coat.
It was an unexpected visit, but Devin had to make sure that Daisy was doing alright. Ever since the man made accident she caused to her shed in the backyard of her house, he’d questioned her morality greatly. He was sure that he was approachable…Right? He didn’t seem that intimidating as people depict him to be. Maybe he was just delusional. Chaos followed him wherever he went anyway. What’s to say that what happened between the two last week fell in that category?
But he didn’t regret it. Not at all.
Maybe there was more to Daisy than he originally thought. He swore he felt something…indescribable the last time he was with her alone. Would it be the same this visit? It was hard to tell, but deep down he hoped that something would happen that was just as amazing. Devin held a few flowers in his hand as he stood in front of the seemingly empty house, wondering if she was even home at all. He knocked on the door twice before ringing the doorbell. But he decided to wait for just a while longer. Just a little.
Daisy had been sitting by her phone for days. Thinking, wishing, praying that he would call. It was strange that she found herself so infatuated with this man. She hadn’t ever anticipated this. The dreams that plagued her after work forcing her to do things, things that weren’t deemed proper of a woman when a man wasn’t in her presence. She caught herself again, her index finger brushing over her lower lip at the thought of his mouth on hers again, the taste of sweet tea coming to mind as she forced herself to cross her legs out of sheer modesty.
What had she been thinking playing a stupid game like that? Never in her life had she made it so apparent that she wanted a man before, but Devin made her do things she wasn’t apt to do normally, at least now that she had gotten her shit together.
The knock on the door scared the daylights out of her. As if someone was able to read her thoughts and decided to catch her in the act. She wasn’t prudish by any means, but it didn’t stop her from blushing feverishly at the thought. One that suggested it might be him at the door.
She sat frozen for a moment before finally forcing herself from the seat where they had been last; her feet moving with caution as she peered around the corner of the foyer.She could make out part of a male’s frame through the sheers of the side window next to the door, but she couldn’t be sure as to who it was. Hesitating for a moment longer, Daisy forced herself to move, to grab the door knob and twist. And for a moment, time suspended itself, their eyes meeting, leaving Daisy starstruck.
Isla rested her cheek against Daisy’s, the blonde’s fingers against her skin causing her entire body to begin to buzz. She knew that it was due to the drugs she’d ingested, but Daisy had always had a way of making her melt until she was nothing but a pile of goo at the blonde’s feet. “You look beautiful,” Isla breathed against her skin, the brunette’s hands delicately running up the blonde’s back.
She’d completely lost herself in the moment, her body pressing closer to Daisy’s as if they could become one if she tried hard enough. “I love you,” she whispered once more, her lips now beginning to dot kisses over her companion’s rosy cheeks. “I love everything about you,” she finished, her fingers now lost in the woman’s soft locks; everything about Daisy felt heavenly and for the moment, Desmond had been forgotten.
He sipped his beer and sat on a stool, watching the two girls sway in each other’s arms. As he tilted back his head and took in a long swig, he began to contemplate his relationship with these girls. Two nights he spent with Isla, one night he spent with Daisy. All three occasions involved him completely forgetting the world around him and falling deep and hard into the girl’s seductive lure. They were beautiful, and if Desmond was being used then he had no problems playing along.
He watched them dance as if no one else was there. To him, they were the only two on the floor. They seemed to be having some sort of moment with each other, a seemingly sentimental moment filled with physical intimacy as he watched Isla give the blonde kisses. Desmond smiled and nearly laughed out loud. So that’s how they were with each other. He silently nodded with an amused look on his face.
“Yeah,” he whispered as he took another swig, “I’m being used.”
There had always been something about Isla. Something about the way she was so comforting, and so beautiful. It made Daisy’s inside knot up, her hands tremble as she brought her face closer to the brunettes, her thumb forcing the woman’s chin down enough to give her a proper kiss - one that was sweet and slow, her tongue tracing the outline of Isla’s lower lip.
She was in public. And kissing a woman.
Laughing, Daisy threw her head back, the pins coming loose from her hair, allowing golden blonde tendrils to slide from her chignon, framing her face; her hands still in Isla’s. “I think we’re leaving someone else out of the action.” She whispered, her eyes drifting in the direction of Desmond as she laced her fingers with the woman in which she shared such mixed emotions with.