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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2018 3:18:44 GMT
It was hot. Well, comparatively, it was nice. The weather in Greece was rather mild right now, averaging in the mid-70's F as high temperatures most days. But after being in Antarctica for so long, Deimos' body was still getting used to it. Corinth was nice, a bit bigger of a city than his hometown, but nothing he didn't quickly get used to. He managed to snag a job as a barista, which paid minimum wage, but since neither of them had bills to pay besides rent and utilities, it was liveable, but they didn't care he was deaf, and his work demands were low as they kept him on the espresso bar most of the time. He even sometimes liked it. Rosie was doing... Rosie things. One day it'd be selling flowers, the next she was entertaining being a psychic (this idea, of course, courtesy of Cailean.). Regardless, she seemed to be making money here and there. Their two-bedroom apartment had been decorated pretty quickly, a bit more effeminent than Deimos preferred, and eventually Deimos had to put his foot down with the last plant Rosalind brought home, but it was cozy, and with his parent's help, they were able to get furniture pretty quickly. As promised, once they were settled, Deimos looked into an alcohol recovery program, as well as therapy, and he'd been attending both for just over a month now. They seemed to be helping, his urges for alcohol or to self-harm had been pretty quiet as of late. He was having an easier time finding reasons to be happy, and he no longer solely depended on Rosalind for his doses of happiness. He had even kept his promise to Felix, and kept in touch (once things had settled down though, and Felix was upset with him for a while). Deimos was able to put money aside to properly get his driver's license this time, though they didn't have a car yet. He was debating convincing his parents they wanted a new car so he could have the old one, though by this point, the car was almost as old as he was and was destined to die at any moment. As Deimos got to the apartment complex, he welcomed the shade of the overhang. He needed to get some sunscreen with his next paycheck, wearing a jacket to block the sun was becoming unbearable, but he'd burn far too easily without some sort of protection. As he got inside the complex, he pulled his jacket off completely. As he turned the corner to their apartment, a strange smell hit his nose. It smelled like... something was burning? He quickened his pace, his eyebrows furrowed as he quickly opened the front door. Immediately, smoke came bellowing out the front door, and he noticed the flashing of the fire alarm going off. Rosie what... are you okay? He covered his nose and mouth with his jacket, waving his arm to disperse the smoke as he went in. He turned as he entered, noticing her in the kitchen frantically waving at something black in a pan with one hand, the other holding a wine bottle they both had promised was designated solely for cooking. The hell are you doing? He asked her, even his thoughts sounding like a low growl. He was glad to see she was okay and not, in fact, on fire, but really wanted to know what the heck was going on. Tags: Rosalind Neveah BonnerNotes: I'm using this layout. |
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Apr 2, 2018 14:15:15 GMT
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Apr 2, 2018 14:15:15 GMT
The only thing wrong with the fact that Rosalind had gotten it into her head to surprise Deimos with dinner was that she was a vegetarian and therefore had no idea how to cook meat. She thought following the cookbook Deimos' mom had gifted her with would be easy enough but she overestimated her cooking skills and quickly found the kitchen filling with smoke. Although it probably didn't help that she'd taken it upon herself to take a few sips of the wine, just to see what it tasted like before adding it to the meal.
By the time she heard Deimos's voice asking what'd happened, the meal was beyond salvagable and the bottle of wine was more than half empty. Rosie felt her eyes fill with tears at the growl in his voice, and she turned towarss him, the tears now rolling down her cheeks. I wanted to surprise you with something that wasn't veggies but I don't really knoe how to cook meat and the cookbook is really confusing and I know we promised to only use this for cooking but cooking is really stressful and...and... Rosie hiccuped and began wailing. You're angry with me aren't you? Cuz I can't keep promises or cook and I'm burning our house down!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 22:21:21 GMT
Deimos froze momentarily as Rosie started crying, then surveyed the scene. Nothing was actually on fire, so they didn't actually have to worry about the apartment burning down. He opened the door to the patio, hoping it would help the air go through and clear out the space. You're not burning the house down. There's not even an open flame. He told her, his voice calmer. He pointed to the fire alarm. Have you tried shutting that thing up though? It's probably annoying the neighbors.
He remembered one time, as a kid, the fire alarm had apparently been going off in the middle of the night. Eventually, he was the one to have to change the battery because his parents couldn't stand to get close enough long enough. He could only assume it was inevitably a very loud, very annoying noise.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Jun 21, 2018 2:06:56 GMT
Rosalind blinked, hiccuping and looking in the direction Deimos pointed. She grabbed a towel from the oven, waving it at the fire alarm. By the time it finally stopped screaming, her arm was sore. She shuffled to the burnt food in the pain, picking up to take to the sink. Unfortunately she forgot this particular pan's handle got hot along with the rest of it, and she shrieked as it burned her hand, dropping the pan and watching it clatter to the floor.
She began crying again, her hand throbbing. Rosie didn't know what was wrong, she normally wasn't this clumsy when it came to cooking. But lately she'd been trying harder to be more "wife material" for Deimos, and today that meant cooking for him. But of course it backfired, and of course he walked in on the disaster.
Maybe I'll just order something for you. She finally said, dejectedly. She used the towel to pick up the pan, sighing when she noticed the burnt remains on the floor. This wasn't turning out at all like she wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2018 2:23:18 GMT
Deimos could only sigh as she burned her hand. He ran a hand through his hair, undoing his ponytail as he did so. By this point, most of the smoke was gone, so it was at least easier to breathe. He went into the kitchen, pushing her hand under cold water before cleaning up the burnt disaster food for her.
Once he was done, he sat on the counter near her. Is your hand gonna be okay? He asked her, his voice much calmer. He looked at the label for the cooking wine. It couldn't have tasted good, and yet Rosie had drank over half of it (okay, maybe about a third, she probably used some of it for actual cooking). He dumped the rest down the sink and tossed the bottle in the trash. I appreciate your effort. He smiled, bumping his forehead lightly against hers. I could go for some pizza.
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Jun 21, 2018 19:14:10 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Jun 21, 2018 19:14:10 GMT
Rosie didn't say anything when Deimos put her hand under the water, though she did wince as the cold hit the red streak going across her hand. She watched as he cleaned up her mess, sighing. When her hand no longer throbbed (much) she pulled it from the water, gripping a paper towel lightly.
It wasn't a very good one. She said dejectedly. Rosie slowly shuffled to where Deimos had settled, pushing between his legs and offering a tiny smile when he pressed his forehead against hers. When he agreed with ordering food she sighed again, pouting. I wanted to make something nice for you. She almost whined, looking down from him. I even tried using the cookbook your mom gave me. I don't know what went wrong.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2018 19:26:00 GMT
Deimos wrapped his arms around Rosie's shoulders loosely. He let her lament about the burnt food for a bit, but as she mentioned not knowing what went wrong, he pointed to the wine bottle in the trash wordlessly, staring straight into her eyes. He only kept the stern look for a few seconds, slouching as he relaxed. My mom probably gave you a cookbook with really complicated recipes, knowing her... He said with a roll of his eyes.
He shrugged. Another day, I can teach you some basics of cooking meat. Or just... you know... don't. I won't require you to make meat if you're not comfortable with it. Hell, you don't have to make anything. He realized he was probably starting to sound insensitive, and backtracked a bit. I really did appreciate the effort though, and if you tried again, I'd be happy.
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Jun 21, 2018 19:53:48 GMT
Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Jun 21, 2018 19:53:48 GMT
Rosie made a noise, pressing her face into Deimos' chest and taking a deep breath. The recipes did sound complicated, but Rosie thought she was choosing an easy one to make. I only drank after everything started to go wrong. She huffed, even though she knew it wasn't a good argument.
I'm sorry for drinking. She said after a moment of quite. Even though Rosie knew what Deimos meant by his statement, she still bit her lip and took a deep breath, feeling hurt for a moment. When he rectified his statement she pouted a bit, taking a step away from him and nodding. I want to, I just can't I guess. What type of pizza do you want?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2018 20:06:47 GMT
Deimos gave her a soft smile. It's okay. He told her regarding the drinking. He sighed, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. I guess we can't even have cooking wine. Whatever, there are better things to cook with. He finally hopped off the counter, trying to think of what kind of pizza he wanted. I don't know. Half veggie half meat or something? He said with a shrug.
Cooking takes practice. I'm not even that good at it. I can cook to live and that's about it.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Jun 22, 2018 20:21:36 GMT
Rosie poked her bottom lip out in another pout. She took a step back when Deimos got off the counter, going to grab her cell phone and pull up the website for the local pizza place. She put in the order for their usual pizza and then went to plop face first on the couch, exhausted from the day's events.
It should be here in half an hour. She grumbled, not bothering to lift her face off the couch.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2018 21:03:30 GMT
Deimos sat on the couch, gently moving Rosie's head and placing it on his lap. He ran a hand through her hair. Are you mad at me? He asked, a frown on his face. She seemed upset with what he had said. I'm sorry if I upset you. He said. He absentmindedly braided a strand of her hair. Should we do something after we eat? We haven't gone to do something fun in a while. He suggested, forcing a smile onto his face.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Jun 24, 2018 0:00:46 GMT
Rosie grunted as she was shifted but allowed it to happen, snuggling close to Deimos once he was settled. Why would I be mad at you? She questioned, looking up at him. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm upset with myself mostly. At his suggestion she rose her eyebrows, surprised. He wasn't usually the one to suggest going out so it was surprising. Something like what?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 0:29:15 GMT
Deimos let out a subconscious sigh of relief. You shouldn't be. You can't master something the first time you try it. You did your best, that's what counts. He reassured her.
He looked up to the ceiling, trying to think of something. The sun would be going down within the next few hours, but it'd be enough time to do something as long as it wasn't too far away. Go to the beach? A movie? I got tips today so we can do a movie if you want... He grinned, If we watch an American movie, it'll have Greek subtitles so it'll be a win-win. He moved to another part of her hair to braid, Or the beach or a walk downtown. The sun's going down soon so that won't be a problem. Grab some street food or something, window shop.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Jun 26, 2018 0:15:53 GMT
Why can't I? Rosie huffed, pouting. She shifted so that she was on her back, reaching up to poke Deimos on the nose. It's frustrating otherwise. I should be perfect at everything! Right? Rosalind gave him a cheeky grin. At his suggestions she tapped her chin thoughtfully. Can we go swimming? We haven't been swimming in a long time. I wonder if I can still swim.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 0:43:09 GMT
Deimos chuckled. You can't be perfect at everything. He stressed to her, poking her cheek. He sighed, he had a feeling she'd say that. He'd rather sit in a dark movie theater than go out into the sun, but he was the one to suggest it, so he figured he deserved that. He still didn't have sunscreen though. He sighed, Yeah, let's go to the beach. Do you have a cute bathing suit for me to see? He asked her with a silly grin.
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