Peace offer
100 years. 100 months. 100 days. She doesn’t know how long exactly, but she is sure she had spent way too much time near HER. Since they’re kind of roommates, she can’t avoid her presence ALL the time, but she tries. Matska on the other hand, seems very happy to be around every time she cans and it’s pissing Perry off. Every day, when Perry wakes up, Mastka is still asleep, and Perry tries to do everything she needs to do in the bedroom before she wakes up. It never works. Every time Perry is finishing her shower, the beast wakes up. It’s like she has an alarm clock inside her mind that rings every time Perry is taking a shower, or gets naked actually. Seriously, all it takes is Perry to take her clothes off and Matska suddenly appears in the room, her eyes making their way up Perry’s legs. Perry hates that, and she hates even more the smirk that’s on the woman’s lips when her eyes get to her belly.” C’mon, she lived for centuries; she must have seen thousands of bellies during that”. WHY CAN’T SHE STARE AT SOMEONE ELSE’S BELLY? Why hers? Perry doesn’t get it, she always tried to be nice to everyone, always took care of her friends when they were trying to do something stupid, what did she do to deserve Matska Belmonde as her after life roommate?
As if the shameless glances weren’t enough, Matska always left all the cleaning of the room for Perry, even the cleaning of her own part of the room. She was brazen to the level she would ask Perry if she could clean faster the next time so she could invite someone over. Perry thought it was weird of her to ask that, since she usually spends all the cleaning time eating Perry with her eyes. But despite of that, she never brought someone over, she just wanted to look cool and act like the “I can have anyone” girl Perry always thought she was. Perry still thinks she COULD have any girl she wanted but, after knowing her a little better, she realized Matska doesn’t want to, she just says that so Perry would be mad.
That’s other thing Perry doesn’t get: Why is she always trying to let Perry mad? She is always doing things she knows Perry hates and pretending not to know WHEN SHE DOES KNOW. And even with all of that, she still tries to have a “nice” coexistence with Matska…no, not Matska, she’d said a hundred times already, she prefers to be called Mattie. See? She is even trying to use the name Mattie prefers! That shows how much she is trying, right? Because Lola Perry likes things in their normal way and if she is trying to change that is because she really cares. I mean, not that she cares about Mattie, cause she totally doesn’t, she just cares about their coexistence that might last a really long time. And it’s because of said coexistence that she’s making mulberry cupcakes to use as a peace offer to Mattie, even though she hates mulberries. Not that she had payed attention to Mattie’s purchases at the bakery; it wasn’t that, she just has a really good memory and remembered that Mattie told her that “mulberry would be a lot better than the blue ones in those little cakes you make”.
The cupcakes had just got ready when Mattie entered the room with a really bad face. A “I’ll punch you in the face if you don’t get out of my way” kind of bad face. Perry was froze in that moment. What if Mattie wasn’t’ in the mood for making peace? What if the cupcakes were bad? She hates mulberries so even if she did had a taste, it would feel awful in her mouth. It could make Mattie’s humor get even worse, and she didn’t need that now. But she had to try, so she took a long breath and greeted Mattie with her best smile.
Perry’s POV
- Hi, Mattie– Mattie answers you with a growl – Did something happened?- silence is all you get, so you decide to go straight to the point – I made cupcakes, wanna try some? – your hands were shaking on your legs, your plan wasn’t working at all.
- Oh, honey, I already told you blueberry is not my thing – She says that with a bored voice. You don’t give up and, with a nervous smile on your face, you take a step closer.
- Hm, I kind of….. hm, made some different ones today if you want to have a taste – The look in Mattie’s face changed the minute you said that, she was curious. Good, you thought, now I just need to pray they taste good.
- Breathe, kitty cat. – You snap yourself out of your thoughts and look at her - Well, since you insist on having my opinion, and since my day was so bad that it couldn’t get any worse, I’ll try some – Kind of rude, but you still managed to plant the seed of curiosity in her, that’s something. You turn around and go get the cupcakes in the kitchen, once you have them you take a deep breath and bring them to the bedroom, leaving them on Mattie’s bed. She looks at you and them turns her glance in the direction of the cupcakes. If this were any other situation, you’d be confident, because your cupcakes were “the best of Silas” according to Laura. The thing is, it’s not any other situation and this is Mattie we’re talking about, and it’s never like any other when it comes to Matska Belmonde. She takes the cupcake on the bottom and stares at it (“of course she’d pick the bottom one, she is always trying to change the natural way of things”). She takes a bite and says nothing, you can’t even hear her chewing. The silence that follows is agonizing and you suddenly regret doing this, you should’ve kept things the way they were but no, you had to make your situation with Mattie even worse. When she’s finished the cupcake, she looks at you. You’re so nervous it makes your hands sweat, and she waits an agonizing amount of time to speak something – Well, it looks that you finally learned how to make one of these, Ma Chèri. These are way better than the other ones – You let go the breath you were holding since you left the plate with the cupcakes in front of her, thanks God she liked them – But, I need to ask you – Oh, crap. It was way too easy, wasn’t it? - Unless I’m very much mistaken, weren’t you all anti-mulberry?
- Hm.. yeah. It’s hm.. not my favorite – You watch her as she gets up from her bed, with a smirk on her face as moves towards you. She stops just a few inches from you, and you’re suddenly aware of your messy hair and your kneaded clothes. She stares at you like you’re her prey, eyes hungry but at the same time entertained with the situation. That’s nothing you want more right now than rip that smirk off her face, she looked so full of herself with that, it was getting on your nerves already. If she was still a vampire, you’d probably be running by now, but she is not and that’s what keeps you there, waiting for her move.
- Oh, honey, so you made them just for me? How nice of you – You gulps. You’re happy she liked them because it means your plan worked, but she was still so close to you that you could feel her breath – May I know what I did to deserve such gentleness from you? – "You've been a bitch". The air around you was heavy, you could feel her breath meeting your skin, which made your breath stuck in your throat and you feel like you’re suffocating. You force the words to get out of your mouth, trying to get this feeling away.
- I- I thought that since our, hm, coexistence hasn’t been the best of all I could, hm, try to be nice to you and you could, hm, try to do the same? – You didn’t sound so confident in your offer, but you really hope that would do. She brought her index finger to hour mouth, as if considering the offer. Good, at least it wasn’t a no so there is still hope. She took a couple seconds to decide, and you could almost hear the “click” in her mind when she did.
- Well, you do have a point, Kitty cat. – you keep staring at her, waiting for her to finish – And the little cakes were very tasty. – You can’t help but blush at that, you blush every time someone compliments you – I agree with you, we need to get along better – You almost jumps at that, her bad mood was driving you crazy. – And that’s why – She touches your arm with her fingertips .– I want to take you somewhere, as a thank you .– And you just turned mute. Where would she take you? You know every place there is to know by now. Actually, she was the one that showed you some of them. Where would you go? She offers you a hand, and when she sees your hesitation, she sighs – I’m not going to wait forever, baby doll. You said it yourself, we need to get along better. And if we’re going to make this happen, you’ll have to trust me too. – You hate to admit it, but she’s right. You’ll need to trust her too, and you’ll need to bend a little bit too. You don’t want you, but you will. You take her hand and she gives you a smile. – Good, girl. C’mon, my dear, I know exactly where to take you – She says that with a smirk and you instantly regret your choice.