||Shine || Deacon & Trixie
“Where are we supposed to go? We don’t belong anywhere. We’re broken.” Deacon could almost see Trixie getting sentimental and he didn’t know what to do. It all got too much when he felt her lips against his arm, and he retreated his arm roughly. “No one did this to me” he answered mechanically. Deacon hadn’t planned on telling her, or anyone for that matter, but if Trixie thought they were messed up she needed to know how fucked up he really was. “I did it myself. Some nurses from Dullahan prevented me from… finishing.”
“Stop self pitying, Trixie. No one put a syringe in your arm, the same way no one put that piece of glass in mine” Deacon knew he was being harsh now, but he didn’t know what else to do. Not only because after Dullahan he couldn’t quite figure how to treat the other Killjoys, but because he had never known how to make Trixie feel better. She was a mistery for him. “Try to rest a bit. Do you wanna lie down?” he offered. Maybe if she was exhausted enough, she’d fall asleep.
Trixie let go when Deacon tugged harder with his arm. She set her jaw, feeling her stomach tighten with everything that had happened lately. His next words hit him like a slap in the face, the ones after not much better. “Shut up.” Trixie’s words came out harsh and she knew it, but she couldn’t stop it. “I know no one put it in my arm. I did it myself and maybe that’s why stopping is dumb.” Between everything hurting and hearing Deacon’s words, she was becoming angry and upset. There was truth in it, and she knew that. But the Deacon she knew wouldn’t have sliced his arms open. “For once I’m glad for those Dullahan bitches if they kept you here alive,” she laughed bitterly, staring up at the ceiling before getting up.
“No, I’m not tired.” Trixie was the opposite of tired, instead taking to pacing her room. Everything hurt but she couldn’t stop moving at the same time. “Why wouldn’t you do that? Why wouldn’t want to be here anymore?” She’d stopped and taken to staring him down. She was shaking and sweaty and not feeling well but it wasn’t stopping her from trying to stay worried about one of her best friends.