#*❈ ‣ how can you jubilate sitting in cages never taking wing? — ( v. hawkins )
@heygutlcss / riff sent: “ no , you’re not going anywhere . you have a fever . ”
if the housekeeper has become suspicious of all these sick days she’s been taken, when in the past, johanna would rather trudge through a day of school than be stuck at home ( trapped ), she does not make any show of it. not that johanna has been taking too much advantage of claiming she felt ill during the past few months. it was only a few times. only on the days that riff and her planned out beforehand. if she ever became suspicious that she was sneaking someone into her room during those days, she does not hint at it.
today, however, johanna has been confronted with all of these lies in a physical form. for all the days she’s claimed her body aches all over, she’s woken up unable to identify where she’s sore because there is no specific part of her. for each time, she said she’s had a headache, today her head pounds. it’s god’s revenge on her for all of her lies ( johanna has yet to consider that it may be the bug that everyone’s been getting at school lately ). even without holding her hand up to her head, she can tell she’s sick.
riff finds her by the window, waiting for him as usual. though, he looks far worse than her. why he’s decided she has a fever after barely feeling her forehead, she doesn’t understand. johanna simply rolls her eyes at him and practically pulls him further into the room. touching his wrist already tells her what she was afraid to find out.
❝ you don’t exactly feel like a refrigerator, either, ❞ she rasps, holding up a hand to his forehead to officially test. the fact that a side effect of this particular ailment is loosing one’s voice puts her on edge. ❝ i wasn’t going anywhere. just because i’m dressed doesn’t mean i was leaving. ❞ the natural instinct of getting ready for school and even attending class while in this state kicked in before she could think. johanna clears her throat. ❝ besides, you’re early. ❞ apparently, clearing her throat had done nothing for it. ❝ he still hasn’t left yet. you’re sick. i don’t know about me, but you absolutely are. you are not going to school today. ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: i'm not ready to do this.
it was only a few hours ago that she was threatening to sue the hospital if they didn’t let her husband into the delivery room. that moment feels like days ago. more of a fever dream that an event that actually happened. nurses screaming at her to breath when she wished she could scream back at them, but didn’t have an ounce of energy for explain that she was trying, just that giving birth was making it a little difficult. squeezing onto riff’s hand and apologizing for squeezing too hard afterwards. seeing a little glimpse of their baby before being told that they have a girl.
a nap plus a shower ( that she had to be assisted with ) later, johanna stares ahead of her at the white hospital walls. they have a baby now. they aren’t even allowed to see her, but they have a baby now. they’re supposed to protect her and keep her alive. despite all of johanna’s previous attempts, they don’t even have a name for her. how are they supposed to be her parents? a nurse -- or whatever the title is at the hospital -- is supposed to come in to teach her how to bottle feed. she doesn’t even know that.
turning towards riff, she squeezes his hand ( not nearly as hard as before ). ❝ i know. ❞ it feels like they should be ready now. her guardian came in to interrogate her. shouldn’t answering all of those questions make her feel like like she’s supposed to be here? aren’t mother’s supposed to know exactly what to do in every situation? the only thing johanna knows is to panic. ❝ i know. she’ll be in here soon though; maybe we’ll feel more ready once we’re actually allowed to see her? ❞ it doesn’t seem likely. ❝ they just . . . took her away. perhaps, if we have more time . . . it’ll help? ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: “ is… is it mine? ”
it’s a suspicion that’s been weighing down on her shoulders for the past . . . it seems like forever. reasonably, johanna shouldn’t started worrying about it for longer than that; ever since she first realized that that time of the month hadn’t, well, started when it was supposed to. then it never did and she realized this is a possibility now. all those extra times asking for the bathroom pass and the nausea she prayed to god would pass quickly clicked.
she didn’t know how riff would react. it’s less-than-ideal circumstances. johanna always expected to one day have a few babies of her own, but not so soon. especially not while she isn’t married and especially with the judge looming over her shoulder. if he found out she even had reason to be suspicious . . . the thought ties her stomach in knots. once he found out about riff, he would kill him. how dare he corrupt his ward. johanna should have told riff sooner. he is her boyfriend, no matter how silly she finds that term to be; she should have told him the moment she starting having suspicions.
❝ whose else’s would it be? ❞ fingers move through her curls, each other springing back up as if she hadn’t tampered with it at all. ❝ you’re the only one i’ve ever done that with. ❞ johanna glances at the door again. telling him at his trailer is their safest option, yet she still worries that his aunt might come in as if she lives here. ❝ i don’t cheat. especially not on you. ❞ for a second, she wonders if he means that the father could be him. part of her can’t blame him. riff isn’t blind to what happens with the judge, as much as she tries to shelter him from it. but he’s never tried anything as far as that.
johanna sighs, wrapping her cardigan firmer around herself. ❝ i don’t know for certain yet. i just . . . i think . . . ❞ another sigh. ❝ i don’t know what else it could be. i’m sick all the time and i don’t know if you noticed that i didn’t drag you to that aisle at all last months. ❞ despite everything it took to get them into this situation, she pales at the mention of something as delicate as the feminine experience. hands move to cover her face. didn’t his aunt accuse them of this very thing only a few months ago?
❝ there’s those tests at the pharmacy. to see if you are. i can’t just ask my guardian to take me to the doctor to see. i, um, snuck about ten dollars so i could get one. that’s how much they are. i checked. ❞ johanna uncovers her face, looking back a riff. ❝ i just don’t want to do it alone. ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: foreheads touching
she’s been choking on her own sobs for the past hour. trying her hardest not to start crying. it might wake up the baby. it might wake up her guardian. it might make him think he’s won. it will only make riff more upset. every time she thinks she might burst into tears, she pinches herself. arms are now decorated with pale crescent moons where her skin is trying to fade back to normal. johanna isn’t letting it. if she does, she’ll start crying. next the baby will cry until the entire household is awake.
despite their circumstances, everything has been too good. they’re married, at least ( wasn’t it almost two years ago when she confessed she wanted to marry him? ). their baby is healthy. they’re able to sleep in the same bed now. it wouldn’t be too long until he found a way to tear them apart. brutally. without a hint of remorse. johanna thought they had more than six months. thought that he would at least give them a year. but a year was too much time. they might figure out an escape by then. seeing the divorce papers physically and hearing his ultimatum made her feel sick.
❝ i don’t want you to go, ❞ johanna mumbles again. she doesn’t want her baby to grow up without a father. the last thing she wants is for her daughter to become her. it’s a cruel, cruel thing to force riff to choose between his daughter and his brother. she leans forward, meaning to hit her forehead with her husband’s chest, but meets his forehead instead. the baby is curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully. a surge of jealousy tears through johanna’s chest. she wishes she could be asleep, without knowing what her guardian will do the second her husband is out of the picture. ❝ she needs you. and i know your brother needs you, too. and . . . ❞ i need you. ❝ i don’t know. ❞
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❝ i want to marry you. ❞
it isn’t often that they end up in his bed. usually, in the back of someone else’s car in the parking lot of the library or grocery store. her own bed is strictly off limits for obvious reasons. on the rare occasion, johanna can sneak him in through the window, they risk getting caught by the housekeeper ( who would in turn, tell her guardian, who in turn would . . . she doesn’t want to think about it ). the only reason they made to riff’s trailer, to his bed, is because her guardian is gone for the weekend and mrs. eastman is under the impression she’s staying for an event at the library. usually, at this point, johanna would be frantically putting back on every item of clothing she’d, well, removed while throwing his things at him to get them to get out faster.
laying here next to him is peaceful. a finger trailing along his shoulder. a gentle kiss. it’s safe. despite knowing she needs to go to the house soon. despite the fact this moment can’t last forever, this is the safest she’s felt in a long time. safe enough to admit something so scared out loud to riff. it doesn’t seem to matter that they’re young and all they want is to get away. she can whisper her vulnerabilities to him.
❝ that isn’t just the hormones either. ❞ adjusting the sheet so it stays above her chest, she turns over to look at him better. ❝ perhaps, a little of it is. my brain is only used to be scared so it doesn’t know what to do when i’m happy, but it’s true. ❞ gaze flickers away from him for a moment before looking back. she could wake up every day like this. ❝ i’m sorry for springing it on you like this. we’ve only talked about getting away and not really what happens after so i won’t blame you for being surprised. it’ s just . . . ❞
how does she begin to describe it? ❝ i don’t like to think too far ahead about the future. when i do, though, you’re always there. you’re never not there. with me. i don’t know what it looks like exactly. i’ve never thought that far. it’s just me and you. ❞ she pauses to take a breath. to think through every word. it isn’t enough to describe it. nothing ever will be, she thinks. a gentle hand reaches to brush away a stray hair on his face.
❝ i love you. and i want to marry you. ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: ❛ what do you want for dinner ? my treat ! ❜
they've never been on a proper date. while johanna listened as other girls happily discuss every detail of the last school dance and awkward classmates shyly ask a friend to go with them to get ice cream, she can't even admit to anyone that and and riff are something together. they've participated in certain things in the back of cars though they've yet to actually get caught. the amount of times they don't realize they're holding hands in the hallways might've given them away, yet no one said anything about it. dates for them are occasionally sneaking off to the library together or stopping by the supermarket to pick up a treat before school started. that's been completely alright with her.
this sounds like an actual date. dinner. together. him paying. this is exactly what people think of when the word date is mentioned.
❝ just because he's out of town doesn't mean you have to pay for me. i have other ways of getting ahold of money, you know. ❞ a whole weeks with her guardian across the state for a conference. what was a sweet relief before has turned into a week of paradise. they've been able to be more casual about everything. more free. despite herself, johanna feels a flutter of butterflies soar through her stomach as she thinks about it. she assumed that was behind her, yet here she is now.
though, riff knows how she is about food. aside from mrs. eastman and her guardian, he's the only person to have noticed something off. accepting silly treats like snoballs or zingers from him was a difficult step to take. part of her wonders if this is an attempt to make sure she eats a full meal because he can't control what she does during lunch, yet the flutters in johanna's stomach win. she wants to go to dinner with him.
❝ you really don't have to. ❞ brows raise as if to ask, you would do that for me? ❝ mrs. eastman cooks. ❞ she knows nearly every way to make it look as if she ate everything on her plate. ❝ besides, i don't know anywhere in town. we don't go out. ever. we should probably be saving our money if anything. we can meet up to do something else instead. ❞ it's her own fault she's loosing this chance, yet she doesn't want to give it up entirely. ❝ if you, um, really wanted to -- which i'm not saying you should -- where, uh, would you want to go? ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: [ SAFE ]: sender wraps their arms around the receiver after (the sender) was in a very nearly lethal situation, and spoons with them out of relief for their own survival.
she always thought she would be dead by now. what cause or reason has never been clear to her, just the fact that by the time she was twenty, she would be dead. murdered, perhaps. several people went missing after all. despite the judge’s harsh rules, he could not save her from that. when johanna was in labor, she had half a thought that all that pain was going to be the end of her, yet she survived.
then there was the earthquake where it felt like the earth was ripping apart with each powerful thrust. the world hadn’t collapsed, however the same could not be said about hawkins. when johanna turned on the radio in the car they had stolen, they said there were at least ten people dead and counting. all she could think was that she was surprised she wasn’t one of them.
instead they smile and nodded their way through getting pulled over and eventually ditched the car to walk over to the nearest motel. the baby had been quiet, something johanna will never stop thanking god for. perhaps, even more often than for saving their lives. fixing her formula in a gas station bathroom was far from the most glorious thing she’s ever done, but their daughter needed to eat and that was the best they could do.
they didn’t have a lot with them. in the midst of their panic, in the midst of realizing that they could use this natural disaster to their advantage, they’d forgotten the bag they packed. it’s a miracle johanna grabbed the formula and money ( and took a moment to release her birds from their cage ). the first thing she did upon arriving was fix a bed for the baby. the spare sheets fixed together nicely for her. johanna was afraid to just leave her there. it took more effort than she would like to admit for her to get into bed. they would need their beauty sleep.
she feels riff’s arms around her as she clings into the corner of a pillowcase, trying to forget about that earthquake. she hadn’t realized how much it scared her until now. what if she dropped the baby on accident? what if riff wasn’t there? he could have died. they’ve been too close to this before. the days he spent in prison were too long. she couldn’t live a lifetime without him. johanna holds her arms around his. nightclothes were forgotten in the moment and the best she could do to make herself comfortable was stripping down to her underthings, but it feels better to feel his skin like this. to know he’s alive.
❝ is the baby okay? ❞ johanna mumbles, trying her best to look at him. ❝ she’s quiet, but . . . ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: ‘ how about i take you home? ’
she looks at him as if he offered to deliver the moon to her on a silver platter, not the simple offer of walking her home. walk her home. walk side by side until they got to her house and he said goodbye and walks away as if he thought nothing of it. johanna hates how she feels around him now, chest tightening, palms clammy, lips slightly parted as if she gaping up at the stars in a hazy heaven above her instead of at a boy. at him. it wasn’t like that before, but ever since they’ve begun spending more time together because she wanted to know how he got out, she’s slowly developed the symptoms of some respiratory disease. it isn’t a fever. not at all.
❝ um, are you sure? ❞ mouth dry, she puts away one of several books she checked out at the school library into her backpack. did she freeze when he offered to take her home? oh, she hopes not. what if riff starts to think . . . well, she doesn’t know what he’ll think. johanna just doesn’t want him to think that she’s weird around him now. or weird in general ( which she knows, she’s likely considered to be . . . not especially normal with her random habits during class, but she’s been able to blend into the background ). ❝ you’ll have to stop a few blocks away. he’s not home, but if my guardian saw you . . . ❞
johanna hasn’t even considered what the judge would do if he saw her with a boy her age ( the audacity ). it won’t be a smile of a supportive parent and a firm handshake. even if she explained that it isn’t like that, the judge would do anything he could to get riff away. and despite how much she know she shouldn’t, her heart secretly sinks at knowing that riff wouldn’t like her in that way. it isn’t that she likes him that way, it’s just . . . she doesn’t want to think about it.
she tucks a stray curl over her ear. ❝ there’s been a lot of strange things happening. i don’t really know much about anything, but word gets around. i, um, i probably should have someone with me just in case. if i went missing, he would be . . . ❞ would he even care? the question completely dissolves at johanna looking up at riff and realizing just how tall he is. her knees buckle. she looks away. ❝ i may be trying to get away, but i would like it be to be on my own accord. ❞ what is she saying? she’s rambling. ❝ i’ll show you the way. if you don’t mind, of course. i don’t want to make you. ❞ please, walk me home. she might die.
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: ❛ i’m trying — i’m trying so fucking hard , but nothing’s working . ❜
she doesn’t know when she fell for him, only that one day they were partnered up for projected then the next she saw him and it was different. the air was tighter. the slope of his jaw was sharper. electricity buzzed through her fingertips when they accidently brushed hands. what was strictly a friendship before ( she likes to think they’re friends -- they are running away together ), had a desire associated with it that reached beyond simple companionship. any excuse she could come up with to get him over, she took before the offer was fully thought through. suddenly, the tap was jammed, a door squeaked upon opening, the sink wouldn’t drain right. it wasn’t a terrible way to get their hands on more money. riff should keep anything they collected anyway. johanna couldn’t. she knew he was too proud to take it by itself.
looking over her shoulder to make sure mrs. eastman isn’t in sight, she turns back to where riff is crouched in front of the sink ( which concerns her because of his back ). despite his frustration, she smiles. whether the sink really was broken or not is a different story. one that johanna isn’t even certain of. it just seemed different. a good enough excuse to tell him to come over as any. perhaps, she should explain that to him: how she isn’t certain, she just has an inkling. yet looking at him and leaning against the counterspace, watching has he works and listening to his voice, there is only one thing on her mind. why she considers it at all is beyond her, yet the idea pounds. the way riff speaks, the way his hands move, the little twitch in his facial muscles. oh.
❝ can i kiss you? ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: this feels weird to me.
guessing how her guardian would react was impossible. too impossible to attempt to imagine that scenario until it actually played out. when he picked her up from school, he was quiet. the house was quiet. mrs. eastman prepared food in silent, not even daring to whistle as she usually does. all johanna could do was sit on her bed and wait for him to scream at her again. yet his reaction was calmer than expected; simply walking into her room, telling her to put on whatever sunday dress still fit ( which hurt more than it should have -- of course not everything is going to fit in her condition ), before driving them down to the courthouse. after signing the documents she and riff were forced to sign, he hadn’t explained much. only that her husband would be moving in, but he would stay in a different bedroom. all of his things would arrive eventually. in the meantime, his landlord wanted him out. there’s no place for either of them to run.
they’re still in their sunday clothes. imagining riff at any church service would’ve made her laugh any other time. that very well become a reality now. they don’t have nearly enough time to discuss everything that happened within the span of the past few hours. her guardian will be here soon to separate them ( it’s not as if he can put her in any more of this situation; but apparently sharing the same bed to sleep in is far too much for a married couple to indulge in ). johanna doesn’t want to let go of either of his hands. that feels too dangerous.
❝ i know, i know. ❞ weird doesn’t describe half of it. weird doesn’t describe the day they found out in the first place. it doesn’t describe the day she went up to a boy with a reputation and asked for his help to get out. ❝ i’m sorry. i didn’t know he would react like this. i thought maybe we would have more time before he found out. it’s all my fault, i’m sorry. ❞ she lifts both of their hands to dry her eye on the back of hers. if her guardian sees her crying, he’ll know he won. ❝ i don’t know what he’ll do in the morning, but . . . ❞ a breath. johanna looks back up at riff. ❝ he locks the door at night. don’t try to protest. go along with what he tells you to do. i don’t want to know what he’ll do if you don’t. don’t try to argue your way into my room. that absolutely won’t work. just - ❞ she sighs ❝ - don’t fight him. at least he let us get married? and we don’t have to hide the baby anymore? ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: ❛ i got this for you , i hope you like it. ❜
she’s already shaking her head. only slightly, trying to preserve his feelings. gifts are not safe. every time she sees a new bouquet in her room or a dress sprawled out on her bed, her stomach twists. johanna has known for a long time now that her guardian does not view her as a father should view his daughter ( he has never been her father, he simply steers further away from that title as time goes on ), yet it still feels her with the same sick feeling. shouldn’t she be used to it by now. hearing that riff, someone who is safe, has something for her makes her heart plummet to the pit of her abdomen.
johanna reaches out to take it. perhaps further trying to protect his feelings. she’s hurt him enough already with the way she reacted when he asked if she would be his girlfriend or how she started crying afterwards that time. the little box is lighter than she expected it to be. it isn’t flowers or an item of clothing she knows if she wore, her guardian would call her cruel names for ( despite being the one who made the purchase ). gently, she places the books she was holding on the ground and worked at opening it.
❝ a mixtape? ❞ flipping it over, she continues to stare down at it with a furrowed brow. mixtape? he knows she doesn’t own a walkman or even allowed to use the stereo. ❝ is this . . . ? ❞ a smile spreads across her lips as she looks back up at riff. ❝ prom? ❞ their little unofficial prom was weeks ago now. when her guardian was away long enough and the library was available. he even got her to dance with him. johanna laughs, holding she can’t believe is so small, yet holds the ability to play so many of her favorite songs to her chest. songs that remind her of him. ❝ you’re giving this to me? ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: “ you said you were about to go to bed two hours ago. c’mon, time’s up. “
sleeping is an impossible task when she can’t get comfortable. she must have broken a record for amount of times she’s rolled over and tossed and turned and all other ways of describing restlessness in bed. tonight, she’s simply given up. it isn’t worth trying to get to asleep. the doctor seems to stress everything she’s most insecure about. sleep, gaining weight, random exams. she’s sick of it. honestly she’s surprised he’s put up with how many times she’s jostled them ( part of her wonders if her guardian hears all the creaking and makes assumptions about what they’re doing when in reality, they’re acting perfectly innocent ). perhaps, the dim flashlight she’s holding while her other hand holds up her book is distracting.
❝ it hasn’t been two hours. ❞ for all johanna knows, it has. not that the amount she’s gotten into her book would show for it. though she’s given up on sleeping, she still can’t adjust herself into a comfortable position. six more weeks of this? ❝ i can’t sleep. you were in bed with me last night, you know what it was like for me. ❞ not exactly, but close enough. johanna closes her book and reaches for the side of her nightstand to sit her up. ❝ i feel very stereotypical right now, you should know. i hate all of this. ❞ she sets her book away, but keeps the flashlight on. ❝ you know what sounds good right now? brownie batter. i saw you sneak some last time we went to the store. perhaps, that since i’m craving it right now and we have it, we should sneak downstairs and get some? ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: “ i want… a cheeseburger. with fries. and a strawberry shake. and onion rings… ”
sometimes she thinks he’s the only reason she’s alive and others, she’s simply baffled at how he somehow kept her alive. the doctor keeps sending her home after every appointment telling her to gain more weight. for the first time, johanna is more concerned with gaining that weight than loosing it. when riff caught onto the fact she never ate her lunch, it began with the little hostess products she bought at the store before school. sometimes she wonders if that was what kept her alive. they tasted better than she wished they would. right now, her face twists into something beyond plain disgust. despite her condition and the related stereotypes, she can’t imagine consuming that much food. ever.
❝ that sounds disgusting. ❞ too greasy. too many calories. ❝ i feel sick thinking about it. ❞ though, johanna doesn’t adjust herself from her position laying on the bed with her hair spread out. it seems indiana is welcoming a hot summer. ❝ do you know what he would do if he came out and mrs. eastman was making all that food? i think he might have a heart attack. he’s probably never seen an onion ring before. if he ever finds your zingers or snoballs? ❞ she gives a short laugh. ❝ i can’t even imagine. ❞ she pinches at a curl and brings it closer to her face to play with. ❝ you sound more like the one with the baby than me, the one with the baby. ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: ❝ it’s just scary to open up like that. to say how you really feel. especially to people you care about the most. ❞
she isn’t certain how they’ve gotten here. limbs loosely intertwined in bed, somehow reaching topics they’ve previously snapped at each other for bringing up. they have more time now, too much. perhaps, that prompted such tender confessions. why she brought up her own sleeping habits and the reason why they used to be the way they were ( though, she tries to steer clear of the topic of her guardian; there are things riff shouldn’t know at all and things she doesn’t want to know how he would react to hearing them ). the conversation simply dove deeper than to anywhere they’ve been before.
turning her head slightly on where it rests on his shoulder, she angles the rest of her body to better view her husband. ❝ i know. ❞ johanna reaches up to move a stray hair. her guardian will want him to get a haircut soon. if he couldn’t have his way, he wanted them to still look as pristine and clean as he presents himself to be. ❝ that’s why we go slow. ❞ painfully slow, as it sometimes seems. while johanna is as hesitant as he is to give away such personal details, she wants to know his. everything about him. ❝ sorry if i kept bumping you. ❞ she adjusts herself slightly. ❝ i keep getting kicked and i think i keep jolting my entire body whenever i do. ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: [ HUM ]: sender begins to hum soothingly while spooning with the receiver.
they snuck down earlier, prompting her to once again give a quiet thanks to god above that riff knows how to pick locks. he isn’t supposed to be in her room now, but she’ll be the last person to admit that she snuck her own husband into her bedroom for them to sleep in the same bed. johanna hadn’t meant to fall asleep. ruin the little time they have together by sleeping through it ( how dare she be exhausted; even in the state that she’s in, she shouldn’t be this tired ). perhaps, it was the combination of his arms around her and a quiet doziness that made her feel safe enough to fall asleep like this. only to wake up from the sounds of her own sobbing.
❝ i’m sorry - i’m sorry! ❞ with desperate movements, hands reach out to grab the safest thing around her. sometimes it was a blanket, sometimes it was a pillow, tonight it’s adjusting herself to hold riff. burying her face in his chest, johanna leans her ear against where she knows his heart beats. that’s how she knows he’s alive. if his heart keeping beating and his chest moves up and down, she can prove her dream wrong. johanna doesn’t realize he’s humming until her breathing slows. ❝ is that mr. rogers? ❞ she only knows it from the few episodes riff set up in the library after finding out she barely knew what it was. she can’t say the theme song hasn’t gotten stuck in her head a few times. it makes the world feel a little better. for a moment, she can be silent and listen, allow her eyelids to slowly close again. even as she asks, ❝ did i kick you? in my sleep? ❞
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@heygutlcss / riff sent: ❛ let me wash your back. ❜
it’s irritating how little freedoms she have been ripped away from her. she can’t even reach her own back anymore. while some days, the changes are enough to make her burst into tears ( which her guardian often waves off as hormones if he sees any of it; that she’s always been this dramatic ), she’s simply irritated at her more limited capabilities as of recent. they don’t have much time together like this as it is. it takes a good few minutes to set up all the towels so no one will be able to see them in case they get home early. having to spend a good majority of their time in the shower attempting to clean herself has her squeezing the soap hard enough so that it slips away, falling on the ground which she cannot simply bend over and reach anymore.
johanna does not ask for him. to have him offer it when she needs it still shocks her, despite the fact that they’re married and have known each other for a good while now. she gives him the bar of soap. ❝ not below my waist. ❞ that’s usually the rule. she knows riff will respect that wish. she always respects his, even if they don’t understand each other’s little requests. johanna turns around, shifting her hair to fall over her shoulder. ❝ i can’t reach anywhere anymore. i’ve completely forgotten what my feet look like, in case you were wondering. i could not describe them for you if you were to ask. ❞ her complaints are in her typical soft-spoken manner, if it weren’t for the twinge of annoyance in her tone, it wouldn’t be possible to tell she was whining at all. she tries not to. though, it’s been getting more difficult lately. ❝ sorry, ❞ she says once she realizes how that sounded. ❝ it’s just been frustrating. ❞
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