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Maddy insisted that she couldn’t love. Insisted that she didn’t care about anyone, not even herself. Her only love was for her drugs. Yet as she stood in her lab, the door brigaded against her family. She knew she was lying to herself. Why else would she be in here for the nith time synthesizing medicines if not for Ginny.
Her long tangled hair pulled back into a ponytail was still managing to get in her way, she really needed to cut it. But afterwards, not now, not when she was so close. The formulation was almost there, almost perfect. The compound was almost complete. Just another….
Ginny.
She was right there, wrapping Maddy’s thigh. Grandmother must have gotten angry again. Her short hair still had a curtain over her eyes as she watched the cloth tighten around her. Deft fingers moving around scars and scabs. Ginny’s fingers froze when she finished causing Maddy to actually look up.
Eyes briefly meet before she shifts her eyes to her tattoo, stars peeking out of her dress. Maddy already knew every one, every placement and shape you could make out of them but it didn’t stop her from counting again. She had reached ten before Ginny squeezed her knee and truly sat beside her, bringing her back into the moment. No words passed between their lips, there were years past that being necessary.
Bandages were wrapped around Ginny’s wrist, her mother must have blood let again. Explains why she’s a touch paler than normal. She wondered if it had been her that wrapped the bandages, they typically wrapped each other's wounds, especially when they were family related. Maddy needed to find her journal, see how many days had passed, see if she had finally finished the insulin compound. Ginny could really use that.
But not right now. Not when they rarely get time alone anymore. True time alone. Not time with the constant threat of Maeve walking in or Gothel dragging her into another ritual. No. Maddy will be present with interlocked fingers and matching stars.
It becomes harder and harder to do either of those things. But with Her? It’s like nothing at all.