To be like me (Red and Sii)

into the darkness

[attr="class","itdscroll"] She'd grown used to the after affects of her long nights and had adjusted accordingly; eyeliner and shadow to mask the frequently tired eyes, caffeine to ward off fatigue. It was a beautiful thing that her place of employment happened to be, at least part of the time, at a coffee shop. By day she was nothing more than a sociable waitress, sipping away at an iced coffee and catering to others needs, caring for the young boy she'd found on the streets.. while by night she only bothered with her own desires. Selfless yet selfish in a way, two opposing traits that she somehow managed to pull off depending on the situation. She was a walking contradiction but that was hardly something she could help, in fact she'd come to embrace her strange ways, it was who she was and there was little to do to change it. Her career choices satisfied both parts of her and created a nice balance in a manner of speaking, preventing one from getting out of hand. therefore she couldn't complain about a few lost hours of sleep.

But she could complain about the raging migraine that had settled over her skull from the happenings of last nights events, of which she had only a vague memory. Knowing full well this day would be her day off she'd perhaps gone a bit too 'far out', she could always sleep it off, right? Wrong. She'd been woken from her midday slumber by her mothers call and it was only natural she'd want to check up on her. Macy was no stranger to her mothers attempts to hide her feelings for she'd grown up around them and could spot the cracks in her facade, even if subtle. Blatantly defying her mom and ignoring her were two very different things, no, she cared very much for her.. but Macy was well aware of her mothers dislike of being treated with sympathy.

What was she to do? Macy was only but a woman, one of which hadn't a clue as to be a therapist, in all honesty it was a little ironic that her mother was a therapist and had little idea of how to take care of her own needs. It was not only ironic, but sad. How one could be so internally broken that they operated like a robot set on 'automatic'? She was dedicated to her job and children, a loving mother, but as for who her mother was.. she'd never really had a clue. Nonetheless it was what she'd grown up under, it was part of life by this point. It was also quite sad how she'd almost come to accept it. 

Having outfitted herself in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a crop top she slipped back through the familiar glass door, the chime  of a bell as she stepped through the entrance marking her arrival. That and the sudden chorus of a, "Hey, Gray!", that broke the quiet ambiance of the restaurant. She sent a wink to her welcoming co-workers before pausing, hazel irises (that were considerably paler in color this day) sweeping the premises for the familiar form of her mother. Upon sighting her she shifted her attention back to the counter, striding off to it in order to make herself an iced beverage. It was not all that uncommon for her for her to do so, the lack of reaction from her fellow staff made that fairly clear, and it wasn't as if she were stealing. She threw several one-dollar bills next to the cash register before taking the freezing cup into even colder fingertips, edging on frost in fact.

The ice had always shown itself in times of stress or pain, this day being the latter. One would think ice rising from her skin would alleviate the pounding in her head yet she couldn't get that lucky. The coffee however did seem to have an effect, or perhaps just wishful thinking, seconds after bringing the straw to her lips the ache seemed to die ever so slightly. Releasing a breath she drug a hand through her hair and made her way over to her mothers form. 

Bloodshot eyes caught  a glimpse of Caiomhe's forced smile which Macy mimicked quite nicely; like mother like daughter, right? Though hers was not all fake, a simple little hangover could be ignored and she was excited to spend time with her family, as cheesy as that sounded. "Hey mom." She greeted lightly, bending to place an affectionate kiss on her cheek before sliding into the booth across from her. The woman settled in a spot next to the window and laid her cup on the table surface, as examining the ice that had formed and clung to the outer surface of the plastic. "How's life?" Her gaze eventually lifted again to search the restaurant for sign of the sister that had yet to appear, "You said Raen was coming?"

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Words: 903
Notes: Idon'tevenknowhowitgotthislong
Tag: @caiomhebecker , @raenbecker