#bayden wardeyn

[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.  

“Now you’re going to tell me not to have a dirty mind and then refer to our live as day time television? I think we’ve both sat around in that community room enough that Sammy and all the characters that make up every piece of sand that fall through that hourglass do nothing but think about sex and who’s having it with who.” He laughed proving he watched Days of Our Lives too.

“Speaking of-” He clicked on his tv as the time neared not wanting to miss it. “-I have to find out what happens with Marlena and Black at the auction and all the jewels. That other she-bitch is determined to out-bid them for her son to impress her daughter he can prove he loves her still which leads to sex. All things leads to sex. All things are motivated by thus. Even the scenes that aren’t about that are really about that.” He laughed. “It’s what it’s all about Celestis. Might as well get used to it now.” He kept laughing.

As for his favorite fairy tale?

“Uhhhh… I don’t know. Do you really mean fairy tale or just Disney cartoons because you always see me watching those? Because I’d probably pick Fox and the Hound. I don’t think that’s a fairy tale. It doesn’t have much a happy ending. It’s a tragedy. Actually, it’s sad fuck. I don’t know why it’s my favorite. It just is. It’s the best one I watch over and over, but if I have to pick an actual fairy tale fuck, I don’t know. Um…. does it have to be Disney because I’d probably go for Shrek. If it has to be Disney Beauty and the Beast hands down. Best music live or cartoon. Somebody falls in love with you even though you’re big mean asshole that never leaves his castle? Yeah, that’s the best one.”

Fiona picked being a grossy Ogre herself to be with a grumpy ol Ogre love over her own beautiful form too. Bayden may have had a running theme on fairy tales and love. Fox and the Hound went deeper than that.

“You know what one I hate though? Pinocchio. That one drives me crazy. I hate it when that one comes on. It’s so eyeroll worthy. It’s not even about all that I wanna be a real boy bullshit. It’s how he’s judged. Like damn Honest John and Gideon trick the fuck out of him. He’d never been in the world a day in his life and father sent him out in it all alone with no guidance. Worst father in the fucking world. Geppetto sucks and Pinocchio got all the flack. The fact he’s a puppet is ridiculous symbolism in how everyone dragging him around and he has no idea how to get. He honestly can’t even when he tries. He’s winds up in that puppet show. He may not have no strings but that doesn’t mean he aint in no cage. Fuck his song. No. Then this cricket is all harping on him about his choices like he’s making bad ones and has very little brains? No fuck that cricket. Judging his choices like he had the same choices someone else had. He didn’t see it from Pinocchio’s shoes. He saw it from his own privileged cricket shoes that already had an education and yada yada yada. Pinocchio didn’t even know what school. I gotta go to school my ass. Who sends a magic wooden boy to school like that’s fucking normal? Dumbass dad. Everything that puppet went through is asshole idiot Geppetto’s fault. Pinocchio just stood there not understanding anything trying to be nice to everyone he ever met even the con men because he was naive as fuck because his dad didn’t teach him better until it was too late. Yeah yeah. The blue ass fairy turns him into a real boy at the end. Big fucking deal. She waits until his dying ass breath to go oh I guess we’ve finally let life break you I guess that counts as good enough then. Here ya go. No. That story sucks. That’s the worst story ever told.”

Then someone answered on the Cuban other end of the phone and Bayden started his order.

Woah Nelly. Bayden just went off on a passive aggressive rant paralleling his life in relation to the wooden boy without saying so of course. He didn’t realize how obvious that was. At least it would have been obvious to any one of his nurses and doctors had he said it to them.

When he got off the phone he said, “They’ll be here in about 30 minutes.”

Never any fun? Him?

“Oh!” He laughed about to get her again. “That must be why a stick in the mud like you hangs out with me. It makes so much sense now.”  

Then she called the state of their relationship right now an Ice Age phase.

That got to him more than he thought it should. She wasn’t wrong. It was some sort of miracle they were talking right now, that she was in his house again, that he was even in his house again at all.

Then she spilled what she had meant. She managed to get a hold of some of his stuff before they tossed it. His stuff only consisted of his art or his flash drives. He didn’t own anything and his mother confiscated his guitar and it was left back at her house for now. That meant the majority of what Celestis could have saved was his art. He didn’t know which, but he knew that’s what it meant. She had his sketchbooks.

That mechabitch of a neighbor of his was going to be so-so-so-so disturbed at that zero patience lack of impulse control neighbor of hers.

He flung his arms around her Ms No Touchy Worse than Kuzco Rogue. He was going to totally throw off her groove and test her risky powers without a thought about it in the world and squeezed. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal, like fuck it.

Fuck everything. But those sketches were his heart and soul. He put everything into those. He just reacted.

“Thank you.”

He just reacted without thinking like he always does.  

       !!!!!!!. WHAT i s WRONG w i t h HIM.  She covered her ears && turned on her heel walking away from Bayden.  Distancing herself from him yet she could still hear every word he was saying.  His mind was worse then just dirty, it was greasy too.  Ignoring the cleverness of the way he correlated Days of Our Lives.    Whipping around lowering her hands to look at him with full on annoyance  “ONLY o n c e.  && that was the correlation between you && that hissy cougar of a nurse.”  The way her eyes squinted just a bit, as if the sun was in her eyes as she talked to him as he knew exactly who she meant, but she looked up to him.  The dynamic of Bayden && Nurse Janet was much later explained from him. “She’s very territorial of you, that it made me wonder you’re relationship.”  However outside of that?  No.

       “I’d go mentally insane with SEXUAL f r u s t r a t i o n if that was the case.  Some of us can’t afford to think about sex && who’s having it with who all the damn time Bayden.”  With the restrictions of physical touch, she just couldn’t think like that.  Celestis- in Rowan’s body had to strive different approaches as she knew she appears a bit of a closet dyke, or perhaps closet lesbian?

       “You are so fucking weird Bayden.” Celestis was at a loss of words.  Putting her hands up for surrender on this topic.  It’ll drive her quite insane challenging his deranged philosophy.  Celestis didn’t even want to know if she dared questioned the thoughts in her mind that he was suggesting.  After all, what about themselves?  About what kind of relationship they held && what it was going to evolve too.  She felt it was very arguable, but the topic of itself was dangerous territory && a lot of uncomfortableness.  “I just can’t with you right now.”

       FINALLY a topic to take her mind off s e x.  Any more of it && she would start to feel a little uncomfortable.  “I’m guessing you never read Mannix’s work.”  Not that she found anything wrong with it.  Bayden was right.  It wasn’t quite a fairy tale, but a novel.  Depressing as the novel is the little Disney cartoon barely captures the depth of sadness the novel actually has, it’s a book she would never recommend to the weak hearted, yet animal loving types like Bayden, it could be a bit far more tragic.  “What makes you think all fairytales have happy endings?  There are quite a few fairytales that don’t.”  She seemed to mention gently, as they were like North && South.  They pointed in opposite directions in a way, as in he was more involved with movies as she was more involved with books.  So he liked red heads && brunettes'.  Shocking!   

       Going completely silent during Bayden’s hate ted talk on the topic of Pinocchio, that she could tell, was talking about his own self.  The things we disagree with in life speak a lot about ourselves.  As he could write a very good essay on the topic, if it ever arised, it would be interesting to read.  Yet there was something he said that stuck with her for a moment:

       He-saw-it-from-his-own-priviledged-cricket-shoes-that-already-had-an-education-&&-yada-yada-yada’.  A lightbulb had came on behind her eyes, as it spoke out in the kind of way that she feels she treats Bayden like that sometimes.  Maybe even a lot more than she wished.  Not that she had a very good education, as she didn’t finish Middle School properly, but she kept to educating herself within the hopeless hospital programs as much as she could.  In a way her experiences, && his own were very different.  The materials she could get her hands on.

       Another example that randomly came to mind, that she probably never properly explained to Bayden that started to sink in was realizing her mistake on the whole why she’s so anti-Witch Coven.  Claims of it being a CULT might stick a little strange to someone like Bayden who has a more innocent view due to his family d y n a m i c.

       The other?  BODY s w a p p i n g.   Raising her arm to her neck she’d rub her neck, digging her nails into her own skin, dragging her nails into flesh.  She knew about the dangers.  Spending some time in someone else’s body, && the senses of self && memories start to shift as being them occupying there body, there brain, as you’re trying to change to adapt to better fit the new form.  Physically && psychologically.  However, that night would have gone wrong regardless within the depression she was in, Bayden’s desire for answers, the wait that separated the both of them when they met up.  Interrogated && heavily/relentlessly questioned nearly side by side of each other was a little to much at the time, but, she can’t deny listening now, she felt negligent.

       “That’s fast.”  Celestis said the first thing to come to her mind, avoiding the thoughts clouding her mind, correlating the dots to his rant on the topic of Pinnochio as she is to blame sometimes.  

       She’d make that snarling noise.  “Excuse me?  Take that back!  I’m not old-fashioned.  I just progress like a TORTOISE.  Seriously s l o w.”  Yet she could relate to the oh so seriousness.  Her life was terribly serious.  Yet she doesn’t truly avoid enjoyable activities.  She just avoids anything with animals.  Horrifyingly crowded area’s most the time.  Money related places.  She enjoys doing activities, that meet with her agenda, && desires. 

       KARMA is a b i t c h.  LIFE is a b i t c h.  This world is full of mysteries, that MANKIND has not even s c r a t c h e d the surface to see what’s really going on.  So much emotions bubbled up the surface, she forgot to guard herself from the dangers of her zero patience lack of impulse control neighbor of hers.

       As much as she couldn’t deny the seconds of the tight embrace was something that Celestis could realize was nice.  Perhaps something she’d rarely felt in her lifetime.  Went terribly wrong.  Sensing something wasn’t right before she could pull Bayden off her, her soul rushed out of ROWAN’S b o d y && into BAYDEN’S own v o l i t i o n.  The first thing she felt was the cold.  The way violent tiny needles of pain stabbed at the flesh ripping itself from Rowan into Bayden’s.  The temperature became an unbearable feeling.  Feeling the way the muscles began to spasm from the awful, bone-numbing cold as she settled in a a different body. 

       A wave of dizziness && nausea swept through her in Bayden’s body as she stumbled, fighting to stay on her feet, but she found the body mass of himself entirely different then Rowans.  Just like that, she was registering she was in Bayden’s body, as she ended up unable to keep herself on his own two feet ending up collapsing down onto the floor.  Determined to just lay there, unmoving, as floodlights flared to life as it all started in small blurs to visually  focus.  Everything became utterly different in someone else body.  The way they breathed, see, level of focus/thought process/what drugs ran in his veins, control of the limbs, the mass of it’s body, she can’t say they flatline during transitioning but the body ends up hurting in places she didn’t know could hurt && it wasn’t from just falling moments before.  Perhaps more the nervous system having to be entirely rewired?  Restart?  As if it sensed an invasion of the body pushing out it’s owner’s soul.  She was. . . she was in BAYDEN SHANNON WARDEYN’S body.

       Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuuck.        Fuuuuuuuuck.

       LIFE can be s h i t sometimes.

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[montywonmom]

Enzo - Bloodsucker - Freak Show County   /     Darius - Voodooist - Lil’ Orleans

For back history sake know: RECAP

Bayden has already met Enzo and he helped him escape from the Hotel Cortez. If he ever saw Enzo again this would put a wrench in the brain washing Dr. Wardeyn has done to make him believe everything that happened was just a part of his delusion. 

#Ok is we're going over our npc's i remember who else I got #head canon #enzo #darius #npc's

[wicked-legacies]

Happy Valentines Day Bayden,

( ♡ @cryptid-killjoy ♡ )

In Bayden’s Mailbox would be a handdrawn card reading “ Ewwww Feelings ; have a unhappy valentines day Bayden ” with messy glitter all over the card.

       But also inside Bayden’s mailbox were a mix assortment of lollipops of all sorts all glued up glitter from the crafts room all wrapped up like a glittery lollipop flowery bouquet ; a tag note stuck out saying “ hope you choke on glitter then at least your x-rays will be glamorous --- Rowan “

#bayden wardeyn #cryptid killjoy

[seaglassxgypsy]

Into the Woods || Ryden

@placebopuppytales / @bay-pax-psychosis

       Pulling on a pair of dull gray breathable yoga pants with handsewn up tears sticking out like jutting scars, catching a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror.  Unfamiliar features gazing back quickly putting that auburn hair into a messy french braid.  Leaving the mascara smudges under her lower lashes.  Screw it.  Slipping on her oversized special black hoodie with 14 hidden pockets inside with some things well hidden that she shouldn’t have as a patient in an Asylum.  Tightly lacing her hiking boots pulling the hood over her head, and stepping out of her cage.

       Shoving her gloved hands into her hoodie’s pockets.  Stepping out into the cool darkness the scenery around her transformed eerily as a soft misty fog rolled, creating various forms nearing sunrise.  Grateful she left earlier needing a moment of silence.  A moment without Bayden anyway to really assess the situation.  She wasn’t sure if she should be worried or not.  How this was going to turn out she could only cross her fingers it all leads to dead ends.  Not wanting to drag the poor kid into the unknown if he didn’t already know what could be out there. 

       Plus didn’t his mommy teach him not to go into the woods alone with freaks like her?  Guess not -- mummy was to busy dealing with her favorite lil miss bubblegum Montycunt to care about her own son anyway.  Intensely gazing at the borderline of towering trees that stretched high into the sky.  She listened carefully to the bird's chirping and her surroundings while the sunrise was slowly rising behind her.  Stepped through the vegetation and took tentative steps into the misty woods beyond.  Glancing around looking for any hint of danger ferociously, but everything was calm and lively.  

       Inhaling the clean air leaning on the tree, Rowan waited at the promised meeting spot hours before they were suppose to meet each other hoping for a no show.  

#::seaglass closed #::rowan delacour closed #BAYDEN WARDEYN ☪ bay pax psychosis. #Thats Not What MY Voices Said ( chat. ) #Into the Woods #v.ahv

[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.  

Bayden rolled his eyes. He was clearly a movie watcher. He didn’t read all the damn comics. That was a big not. Movies were free on the tv. Comics cost money he did not have to spend on the inside of the asylum. Such was his life. He was at a disadvantage there.

He laughed when she said he said more than her liking. “Yeah well, I never promised to stay in your comfort zone, did I? No I did not.”

And no, no Bayden did not try to annoy the nurse too much despite his own annoyance with the situation. He literally just got his privileges back. He wasn’t in the business right then for getting them taken again, not over shoe strings.

“String you down? Double A. You forget yourself and how dirty minded I am. You are not doing anything good for my visuals. You should stop whole you’re ahead.”

Her usual.

“Like I ever see you eat. I wouldn’t know what that is. OH! I may not be able to leave yet, but you know what we could do? I think can find my way back to my own house thanks. I got this. I don’t think either of us need a guide after all these years for fucks sake. These people dude.” He shook his head about the whole thing. He understood if they were new patients but come the fuck on. They’d been there for years. He guessed that’s why the nurse eventually came to her senses and just let them go.

This chick. All she ever annoyed him about the last time they argued was going out for the coffee he owed her but he lost his off property privileges. He was like hello community room free, gross, lukewarm, pot. In the middle of everything she just kept bringing it up. He couldn’t believe it kept popping out of her mouth. So, he was going to try and make some peace by fulfilling his promise somehow unless she was still going to hold out for privileges he may never get back again. He was a murderer who also had an escape on his record now. The likelihood of that was pretty damn nil. But, his mother had pulled off a lot in past. Pigs could fly and wouldn’t shock Bayden if someone said his mother made happen.

“You know I can’t take you out for that coffee but I am pretty sure there are places that deliver. Can’t promise it will get here hot but we do have microwaves. I know how to push the buttons and everything.”

The walk back to Asylum Acres behind Briarcliff Manor was actually a liberating feeling even if his heels kept slipping in the backs of his boots from lack of laces and even if they got a few stares on the way out due to Rowan’s lack of pants.

He looked over at her and grinned as they passed through the gates. He couldn’t help himself after all this time. Celestis of people had to know how much it sucked being in the hospital.

Then there they were, all the little pastel cottages, flowers, and picture perfect happiness, like a postcard. It used to be enough to make him want to puke. After having it stripped away and reminded life could be worse that puke-worthy cookie cutter image of perfect full of mental cases like him really was perfect to him. He looked at his house and then he looked at his neighbor’s house still there across the way. Rowan’s house. Now Celestis’s house. Inviting her in was a never done before, at least not really on purpose. But, now he already had.

So, up to his door he went, unlocked it, and there was his place completely empty like he never lived there. They’d cleaned it out. He saw his pile of sketch books were gone. His heart sunk. He never put a lot personality on the walls of the home to begin with. His sketch books were the only things around that made it looked like anyone lived there at all.

“Guess they really were just waiting to give this place to somebody else. Nobody thought I was coming back.”

He wondered which asshole staff did it because his mother built this place just for him. He knew it now. It twisted a knot in his stomach to consider her being the one to order the clean up. No. Some asshole did it. Right?

“More like hoping I wasn’t. Well, fuck ‘em, right?”

Guess he was starting over from scratch. He could do that. What more could they do to him? Fuck ‘em all. He was back. Bayden Warden was back.

       TO be fair she didn’t read them either, as she was way to poor for that as well, but g o o g l e && fandom nerd pages have just enough info to build from to keep herself in the loop.  However, that was the difference between the two of them.  She was a lot more curious about things, && where they lead.

       She looked almost annoyed at him.  The usual way her lips pressed together tight, her facial features nearly void of most expression.  “Apparently so.”  Dropping it for now.  Noticing a couple times the way Bayden looked or talked to her changed a little.  Either that was a sign of growth between the two, or something she wasn’t quite sure.

       Parts of her did feel it was her fault Bayden was there where he was in the first place.  It would have been different if she took that night a lot more series.  So she understood why, but still, it was so worth the bad-puns.  Huffing a bit drastically “if I have to work on my p u n s, YOU have to work on that d i r t y m i n d of yours!”  

       Nearly humored by Bayden she couldn’t help but agree.  “I wouldn’t even know what that is either if I’m being honest.”  Not really sure herself anymore.  It was by all means her fault putting Rowan’s body what she did, but what Celestis has learned was recovering from turning herself into an anorexic was hard.  Hopefully, by the time she finds her body, she’ll return Rowan’s fully recovered but that’s only if she ever succeeds.  As she didn’t want to get stuck in her own head about never returning to her own body.

       She almost wanted to tease Bayden, if he ever got lost he could just use google maps.  But sensing the heat from where she stood, she didn’t say it.  “It’s just protocol Bayden.  It’s just like she said before..”  Understanding the issue both ways, but in the end there’s not much they could do about it.  Shrugging it off as they got to walk without an escort back.  Perhaps in some way, if Celestis wasn’t in the room lil-Miss Nutrix might have not even bothered with shoe-strings, && guides.  It might have only been because she was with Bayden that she took it to that level.  

       The only other option was that his mother actually ordered it, or Janet did.  If Janet wanted the upper hand in Bayden’s favoritism, all she would have to do is target the weaker Nurses.  It get’s a bit muddy when someone had the upper hand on someone else.  In theory anyway.  Celestis didn’t really think Janet was actually going about finding faults && dirt on other Nurses just to target them when they happen to be assigned to Bayden making them push his buttons on purpose.  Making her the crowned numero-uno.  That would be CRAZY.

       Forgetting how comfortable && cool it felt being bare-less along her legs as she walked side by side.  It was always her being so cautious && careful that she forgot what it felt like.  Giving those who stared at her the middle-finger along the way.  That was really out of the blue.  Wondering where all that came from all of a sudden.  Looking up as the clouds looked even more greyer then they were the last time she was outside as she wondered if that triggered the coffee conversation.

       “Eh.  Don't FRET o v e r it anymore Bayden.”  She seemed to vocally && express herself nonchalantly.  “The truth’s already out between us anyway right?”  It’s not like she could go back && change what had happened back then.  She exhaled rather loudly  “It was just me wanting to hang out with you && tell you the truth outside the Asylum properly.”  It really never was about the COFFEE.  She just became f l u s t e r e d for a while, more at herself then at Bayden.  It was her fault for lowering her guard that night anyway && not preparing better incase of the truth came out accidently.  It all happened to fast.  “You deserved better.”  

       Shrugging a bit, it’s all done for as she wouldn’t have brought it up again.  Not sure why he had.  She had the time to think about it for a while, since they stopped talking briefly.  Celestis honestly didn’t know any other way to explain it rather then that.  It was all to messy, && she held onto her own anger && frustration.  Projecting it.  && she knew it, sort of, after really thinking about it.

       Celestis felt a small tug of a smile, as Bayden looked over her && grinned.  She can’t deny the sense of relief not having to live behind locked doors again.  Depending on the program level if there were camera’s or no camera’s.  Constantly using an intercom.  Marched to a beat of there insane schedules, && there impossible many rules, along with neglect time to time.  Being in a cookie cutter puke-worthy cottage meant she never had to live with her doors locked, && yea that’s dangerous, but she rather take that risk, then live constantly LOCKED i n like she had been since she’s been in Rowan’s body.

       It was strange.  They always invaded one or the other’s space, as she’s undone his lock, broken into his cottage multiple times, to do something she shouldn’t do, like vandalize his space with artwork since he didn’t really do it himself, while her door was just always unlocked making it easy to invade her space at anytime.  However being invited?  That was new.

       Hopefully it doesn’t become a thing.  It would just be down right awkward.  Closing the door behind her softly, as she’d lean into the door.  She found herself gazing into the newly covered painted walls, the echo of emptiness surrounding them.  The same structure, as it’s old scars where covered.as she took it all in.  Same old same old build just like the one she lived in as she ran her hand up the doorframe slowly.  The little framework of art dedicated to Janus was gone around it’s frame.

        “Maybe.  RUMOR has it the neighbor's quite a m e g a - b i t c h.  Who breaks into locked cottages, especially the one to the left.  It would be hard to find someone who can tolerate that.”  Celestis knew for a while that his place was cleaned out && gutted.  She had witnessed it after coming back from a run.  With them not talking. . .well she kept that info to herself it wouldn’t have helped either of them.  

       Unfortunately his MEGA-b i t c h of a neighbor couldn’t save everything of his either.  Having help.  Being lucky that Princeton was in a good mood, as Garrison only would budge if she owed him a favor.  Between the three of them, she was able to at least recover what she could without it being too big of a deal.  Inconspicuous as possible when they weren’t paying attention when they were cleaning && re-painting inside the house..

       “Well isn’t that the usual Princess Trope, you’re highness?”  His princess struggle was so very real as of right now.  With the Evil Queen just up && sent her minions to do the dirty clean up, as it was up to a very MEGA-g r u m p y Huntsman?  To gather up a band of idiots to help aid the distressed && upset Princess in question?  

       “Princess jokes aside, don’t be to upset, not everything was lost in the minion sweep up.  That MEGA-b i t c h of a neighbor of yours is peculiar && even useful sometimes!”  Hopefully lightening the mood just a little to ease the pain he must be going through.  She knows it can’t fix or change how he was feeling right now.  It was a lot to take in, but she hoped the hinting that there was something good to look forward to even if this all felt like a set back was still there.  His stuff that she did save would all be on his porch by early morning tomorrow, since she won’t be making that morning run since she didn’t have any shoes.

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[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.  

As if Bayden didn’t screw with his therapists, lie, and throw very loud fits of epic proportions. If asylums gave oscars and grammys he’d have snatched up a few by now.  

So, when she turned to bark her real name at him she wouldn’t be screaming at his back for long. He turned right around. She gained his attention quick.

Celestis Davenport?

The name was so much better than Delacour. He hated that last name. But, he wasn’t about to tell her that yet. He was far too intrigued with her hilarious descriptors of herself.

Prepubescents what the fuckers? It would have been really hard for him to keep a straight face if it wasn’t for the fact it all happened so fast, so his eyes were still busy being popped. This was comedy club gold. He blinked several times as she kept popping off.

There was nothing hotter than a fiercely angry woman running at the mouth about the most ridiculous shit. She has two personalities inside her and the first thing she wants to bicker about is her god damn horoscope?

HER GOD DAMN HOROSCOPE OF ALL THINGS!

His face started to crack a smirk. The amused grin was twisting up one side of his cheek quick.

Annoying brown freckles?

Da’w how cute. Celestis was jealous Rowan was pulling them off. Bayden was loving every minute of this chaotic explosion.

Something finally felt real again.

Holy shit! She used her powers in front of everyone! Bayden’s eyes darted around to see who witnessed it besides him. The couch was upturned on it’s side.

This shit was too funny to not follow. Bayden wasn’t the sort to chase. He’d proven that time and time again, but this was too good. Oh, he had to pester now.  

He felt like writing her IDoNtHAvEpArNoRMaLExPEriEnceSEs on a Spongebob meme and slipping it under her door. Actually, that would happen several times before the end of the week. He was plotting it with every step he stalked behind her. He couldn’t believe how down she talked to him like he was an idiot and could understand nothing about this stuff. His sister was a witch. She went to the school and he’s dealt with this magic shit all his life and heard about all kinds of shit. She acts like she has to explain it like magic is a new concept no one but her could possibly understand. He was so sick of everyone thinking he was an idiot. He didn’t need it all explained to him like he was still learning his ABC’s.

So, he had to be the shit he was and called out behind her.

“Are you jealous Rowan’s pulling off the freckles or that I like them?”

That wasn’t all. He didn’t stop there. He kept yelling out.

“Thank fuck it’s not Delacour. Stupid Harry Potter cop off name. No one gives a shit whether you’re a virgo or not. No one. No one actually believes in that shit. Now I know for a fact you’re delusional, ParaNorman.”

He said it so mean and then he just started laughing. He couldn’t take it.

       YET Bayden’s a complete && utter idiot who couldn’t follow one simple instruction.  Typical.

       It felt like floodlights flared to life burning her from the inside out.  Invading her space as the lights in the hallway felt to bright flaring && giving her a terrible headache with him tagging along.  GLAD Bayden wasn’t on the brink of his melodramatic break down he was at seconds ago though wasn’t he going back to his assistant living?  

       The sound of his voice helped her brain connect to her limbs, && started to motivate her to move at a much faster pace at that.  Emotionally her body was hurting in places she didn’t know could hurt.  Though depression && exhaustion usually found ways to do that.  It didn’t help that his comment bugged her, just a little, as if it got under her skin.  She wasn’t jealous of Rowan’s freckles, but perhaps brackish at the idea he liked them.  Feeling tiny pinpricks of pain rushing through her chest.  She couldn’t explain why that almost upset her.  But damn it.  What was wrong with her?  “Didn’t really take you for a Burnette && shallow type.”  Turning her head to look at him as she’d have a harsh sibilant tone.  

       “YOU still owe me c o f f e e.”  On a rainy day && she won’t let him forget that outside of this shithole when they get there special privilege's back knowing it won’t be awhile anyway.

       Heat welling around her eyes.  She blinked && kept a stoic face, but didn’t trust her voice to say anything just yet.  && even if she did trust it, she wasn’t sure what to say.  The ache in her chest doubled in the kind of way of always wishing she knew that part of her.  It’s not just validation, or some acting way to understanding oneself but it went deeper.  She always wanted to know when she was born.  Celestis never really knew the exact day she was born, let alone month.  Though she finds herself knowing she’d be a lot happier if she had something.  Anything.

       Apparently it was to much to ask for.  It was always to much to ask for. Shaking her head, as Celestis knew it was her turn to talk, but she still didn’t know what to say.  Shocker.  She couldn’t say she was enjoying this right now, because she wasn’t.  Then a thought struck.  “So what’s your zodiac?”  It mattered very little about Rowan Delacour’s last name.  Rowan was french descent, as Wardeyn wasn’t any better, as Davenport sounded just as worse as Last name’s in general where subjectively supposed to sound stupid to begin with.  Though she doubts even in Rowan’s body she could pull of the sexy french-depressive type the last name imbues.  It was just not in Celestis genetics, or in her case soul.

       The hallways in the Aslyum had felt suffocating in the seconds she was storming through them.  Needing to get out.  It was like the walls were closing in && becoming claustrophobic as she’d find herself trying to remember the way out.  Surprised his mother even so dared him to watch Harry Potter!  Since his mother control’s everything in his life anyway, who would have thought.  However, she wasn’t in the mood to point it out, not today anyway.  “I thought you were going back to you’re princess cottage?  Don’t you have birds or rats waiting to braid your hair or somethin.” Celestis couldn’t say that with a huge amount of enthusiasm, but she gave it a shot.

       Eager to escape, she took off at the nearest door that led outside where she could breath!  Celestis inhaled, still trying to catch her breath, trying to clear her head.  She’d walk a bit slower, but not by much, as she found herself going near the graveyard.  It wasn’t so much the graves or the dead that made her comfortable, but if there was a calming area, she found the random gardenia bush quite comforting && relaxing even in it’s not so desirable location.

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.

“Not happening.”

When was this girl going to learn the moment you tell Bayden what to do that’s exactly when he’ll never do it?

“Peter Parker yes. Maximoff uuuum… well as long as it’s the Evan Peters version because the other dude is gross. If you mean him you have problems. But, if you’re wanting me to name girls you’re fucked. I would totally date Rogue and I know that’s the last thing you want to hear. I would get a dental dam and lick that pussy all damn night. Her boyfriend did not know how pleasure a woman. He had zero creativity. God damn. No touching involved. Good God. It’s not that complicated. He could have been pleasuring her like a queen, but no. They so worried about kissing they forgot all the other ways two people can get it on and love each other. Dumb asses. She’s so hot. He missed out man.”

The nurse looked at Rowan and groaned as she kicked her shoes off.

“I didn’t ask for yours. This rules applies only to Bayden.”

But, it seemed Rowan was in mischief making rile up the nurses mood. She pulled her pants off too.

Okay.

That sure quirked a brow from Bayden. He started to laugh. At first he didn’t get it until he noticed the draw string in the waist line of her pants. It had a string too. Okay. She was being a little shit.

It was hard to stop sniggering but he did as he watched her go down to his shoes. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t think she’d do it, but she did.

So, he just sort of stared at her all up in his own head as she pulled his own strings from his shoes. No touching involved.

Then she passed them to the nurse. She took a chance. At least she did that much, the little shit.

The nurse held all the strings, including the pants, and groaned, “Put your pants back on, Rowan.”

Bayden stood up with his laceless boots and objected, “Her name is Celestis.”

Knowing Rowan’s delusions the nurse just rolled her eyes. Great. Now Rowan had another patient believing her delusions. How lovely.

He grabbed his small bag of items and started to head out. The nurse said, “Wait. I’ll get someone to escort you with the transfer.”

Bayden rolled his eyes. “I think I know where I live by now. I’m allowed to walk around freely once I get there. Cut me some slack here. I think I can manage.”

The nurse looked at them both and shook her head again not really wanting to deal with either one of them. “I’m putting these in the laundry. Go get some new pants, Rowan. Just get to your places for evening checks, both of you.”

Then she walked off annoyed and when she did Bayden started laughing. “The best care in the whole country, damn it. She really just let a couple delusional, half dressed, psychos walk themselves home. I can’t believe people pay for this shit. We are living the life, but your puns girl. You gotta work on that.”

“Come on. Let’s kick it. I’m in the mood for one of those Cuban shoestring fry burgers. Let’s order dinner in.”

He was allowed to order in now. He was dying to eat something other than hospital food.

“Frita Cubanas. No way I’m eating anything else tonight.”

       CELESTIS know’s Bayden is stubborn, && stuck in his old man ways but she couldn’t understand w h y not?  “Not happening because?”  Musing in it a bit.  

       Humming a little as she didn’t really have to think about it.  “All of Maximoff Bayden.  Guessing I was always meant to be here then.”  She loved Quicksilver, regardless of who played him, what Comic Earth, or not, she’d accept Pietro Maximoff as he is.  

       Only she seemed to take in a silent breath in && held her breath in for a moment as it got out of hand.  Bayden got a little to descriptive for her own liking.  She may have not understood what a dental dam was or it’s purpose but she could feel her own body stirring in excitement physically && emotionally changing regardless of her own whims.  “I think the last part was the last thing I truly wanted to hear honestly.”  She wasn’t going to break it to Bayden that Gambit && Rogue have been married a couple times.  Even having kids at some point or another.  She didn’t really need a verbal lesson on his idea of SEXUAL c r e a t i v i t y.

       Celestis could feel the nurses looming gaze right on her annoyed.  Then the groan she’s known so well over time they all sound the same but worth the attitude.  “I don’t make the RULES!  I’m just trying to do the right s t r i n g.”  A little to proud on that one.  Trying to not smile to give it away.  Only beginning to realize Bayden didn’t really join in on the many ways to annoy the nurse in nerdy string puns team up.  Instead he looked a little lost in the beginning, but he warmed up a little.

       Funny!  It was like he had this thought of her being somewhat like ROGUE or E l s a after he figured out she was a Witch.  

       Yet he’s forgotten she’s chanced && risked it several times.  Many times in fact.  As the very first time ever was getting Bayden back to Briarcliffe with Maddox after he got drunk at the Valentines Party.  The only thing that’s really changed was that being a WITCH just happens to c h a n g e the relationship she had with him.  One fault defined her regardless of her many other talents, or the fact she hasn’t really swapped into anyone else’s body since Middle School.  It only took one part of her being a little complicated && complex to see ruin.

       When she was finished with pulling the strings off of Bayden’s boots.  She’d rise back up to her own two feet.  Her hand hovered just a little above the nurses, dropping the shoe strings into her hand.  No touching involved.  Smoothing her hands over the fabric of her hoodie making sure it didn’t rise or bundle.

       No.  It didn’t seem Celestis was going to make an effort to put her pants back on let alone her shoes.  However dangerous it really was, with what other patients might incite, or stimulate the constant wankers.  It was really a simple matter of if the Nurse returned the shoelaces then she’ll put on her shoes && pants.  Nearly smiling finding it amusing the way Bayden corrected the Nurse

       “&& if he forget’s I’m pretty good with directions.”  She chimed in.  After all, how hard could it be for Celestis to get Bayden back to Asylum Acres?  “I know we can manage.”

       Giving her the thumbs up as she heard her but didn’t really care what happened to them.  Watching the Nurse walk off annoyed, she’d wiggle her finger’s BYE behind there back.  That was entertaining && odd as fuck.  So odd.  Feeling her arms rise as she’d stretch them out as if she could finally relax until Bayden made a jab about the pun’s she stringed out.  “You’re KNOT going to s t r i n g me down Bayden on my puns!  You gotta work on trying.  Zero effort given, at least I tried.”  

       Shrugging, she’d shove her hands in her hoodie’s pocket.  “I’ll just stick to my usual.”  That being either nothing at all or half melted ice.  It would be a real waste for him, as she wouldn’t be able to stomach all that anyway.  “I’m guessing she put you in the mood for that one huh?”  Giggling just a smidge at the fact that he wanted to eat something with the term string in it.  “Lead the way or did you actually need me to guide you back?”

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[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.  

Everything he asked she backed out of and diverted the conversation.

He was trying to make a connection with her.

It wasn’t working.

She wasn’t going to let him.

Everything she said was ridiculous even as she dodged. She didn’t have to know the history of serial killers. She’d been living in Briarcliff with him for years now. Patient information gets around. It wasn’t a secret. Patients talk. Just like she was screaming at him she didn’t care if he used her real name or not. Everyone knew who he was. He was shocked she didn’t know. It only showed how much she wasn’t paying attention to the cult she was currently in. Briarcliff’s cult and all the rules she had to follow here. She was a fucking hypocrite that made no sense. She traded one set of rules for another. But okay. And no she didn’t have to explain herself, and all her reasons to him ,and justify herself. But, talking… that’s what friends do. He was trying to understand her and be one. He wasn’t trying to make her defensive. He was just trying to understand the situation she was in because that’s what friends do.

But it seemed she didn’t want one and she didn’t really want to be one.

Whatever they’d been all this time was just surface bullshit and it was clearly going to stay that way.

He thought maybe after everything it was worth more to her than that.

He didn’t say anything back to all her bullshit. Yeah, he got she was tired. They’d both been through a lot in the past few days. He got this was a mental institution and she was going fucking mental on him right now too. But, it wasn’t fun anymore.

After she took the peace offering and told him to fuck off he nodded his head. All he wanted to do was hug her and make her shut the fuck up. But, he couldn’t. ITwAsDaNGErOuS. She was lucky he wasn’t in the mood to be a rebellious prick and just do it anyway because there was a big part of him that just did not care if they switched. It’d serve her right. He wouldn’t mind being a cute little freckled face girl for awhile. He was pretty sick of being him. The only thing that stopped him was knowing how much he wouldn’t wish being him on his worst enemy, must less her. He didn’t want to condemn her to that. In another mood he might. But, right now he didn’t have the heart to risk it. So, fuck you, Bayden after all that?

“You wish.”

“Go take a nap Celestis.”

Then he walked off back towards the manor. There was no use talking to her anyway. She didn’t answer shit. She wasn’t talking back. Fuck it.

Then he held up his middle finger as he was walking away with his back turned towards her and called back, “Told you that’s our jam, abusive bitch.” And he kept right on walking.

       ONE thing she always wondered was why did she care.  When did she start caring so damn much that she’s got to keep pushing herself.  What an annoying damned face he makes.

       “Middle School.”  It’s that stupid face he makes, && she really started to hate it.  This.  This was the only time she was going to EVER p u s h herself this far knowing what it’ll cause.  “Sixth grade.”  Her throat tightening.  Struggling since she got out of solitary today.  She didn’t expect today to be so fucking hard.  Looking around a moment as she wasn’t looking to see if anyone was around, this time was looking for a tree.  When she found one, Celestis slowly slid down it’s trunk until her chest was at her knee’s because she was about to need it.

       “I went briefly in Rowan’s body, before getting stuck in a hospital program for like 10 years.”  Look at her now!  Still in it too, as she’s not sure she has fully recovered.  “It was. . during pre-algebra.  Devon, was the kid’s name && it only lasted a few minutes.”  She didn’t really know if he was human?  Sorcerer?  It didn’t matter.  It kind of hurts.  It feels wrong, wrong, wrong.  Celestis exhales forcefully feeling bile rise in the back of her own throat remembering it.

       “You lose bits && pieces of yourself.  EVERY t i m e.”  Her mind scattered.  “It happens in just seconds but it feels like being on the edge of a vast blackness, merging into an incalculable hole.  Where you’re sort of falling && falling forever until you hit the body but it’s like hitting unbroken ice.”  A trembling chill shuddered along her spine remembering the first time, remembering the second time, then getting back into Rowan’s so it’s sort of three times then.  Things get exchanged.  She hates bugs but has in Insatiable love for tarantulas &&  Thylacine’s all from Devon.

       The warning signs of pain shooting through her chest.  Weakness claims every part of her, as her breathing ragged, heat like a furnace seared her body.  Trying to gather her breath, again. Emotional liquid churns in her stomach.  Not able to help herself.  Her eyes fill with tears, as her mouth filled with saliva.  Soon her positioned changed from her knee’s to her chest, to herself kneeling over to the side as far as she could, as her body was trained to want to purge from her younger dumb years, so it wasn’t hard to get what’s inside out.  Not that there was anything really inside her.  Then she retched.  Everything leaves her.  Liquid, anger, pressure.  Taking her hands holding her own hair back but there’s really nothing inside her.  She tries to prepare for one last purge, the empty one that tells they have nothing left.  Stomach heaving as stomach acid && thin clear liquid is all she can force out.  When she felt she had some form of control she softly wiped at her mouth on the edges of her sleeve.

        All she could hear were her own tears, her heart beating, && the buzz for a moment.  Leaning back on the trunk of the tree just a little away from where she tried to puke.  Deflated.  “Uh.”  Trying to remember what she didn’t answer.  What was the questions left?  “My life was already ruined because of this, I don’t want to ruin anyone else I guess.  I don’t really know it all or how to explain it but I’m already living what they’d go through.  So why put them in the same place as me.  Why tear them away from there families?  There loved ones?  There lovers && best friends.  You don’t become them, that’s why it’s harder.  You know who YOU a r e for now, but my name’s Celestis Davenport but I can’t be.  I haven’t been for a long time, but I try to remember, I try to be me.  You don’t have there memories so stepping into becoming them is harder.  The connection && everything in-between.  It’s fake.  You’re name is fake.  You’re zodiac is fake.  You’re life is fake.  It’s never really real because I’m not Rowan or whatever && you’re ruining someone else too, && unless they deserved it then fine.”  It goes deeper then just that explanation but she can’t seem to find it in her to go any further or she’ll have to try to puke again.

       “You just don’t belong in the body that you’re in, && I wouldn’t dare try to go through a phase were I want to practice.  I’m not sure what WILL c h a n g e && what WILL s t a y.  But cause of it I met you so I guess it’s not so bad.”  Her face wan && tired as she felt her knee’s back at her chest, as she’d lean the other way from where she puked.

       “Coven’s are cults.  THE e n d.”  Not really into someone clapping there hands all haughtily, praising her for stupid dumb tasks, going about climbing up some ladder of power && the power of sisterhood.  Screw sisterhoods.  Rowan taught her enough not to trust anyone for the most part.  It’s all a manipulating scam that she didn’t NEED in her l i f e.

       Yawning, she’d close her eyes as if she will take her chances with the elements && mutants?  Guess so.  Her arms curled up to use her arms as a pillow to rest her head as she laid on her side.  Tired of being today’s entertainment, she seemed to give Bayden’s a thumbs up with one of her hands.  A+ abusive bitch.  Taking her chances, if she wakes up in time to get back to Asylum Acres she makes it, or just wait to get zapped.  Something like that.  She didn’t feel to well to bother which way it ends anymore.

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[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN. 

“Alright. Alright. I am sensing your hatred.” He said with a tone of amusement. He couldn’t help himself. “I’ll tone it down. But, I swear I turn it up to volume 10 if you go meanie face on me again just because I know you hate it.” He put his hands up in surrender and fair warning.

“I did. I said I was retarded.” He corrected. That wasn’t no one. He was a someone and that’s what he said.

Then she went and had to go and try to convince him that he wasn’t and was even trying to back it up with reasons to prove it.

“Well yeah but that was obvious and you’re always stubborn and don’t listen to me. So, that’s different. It’s part of who you are when you’re around me. It’s like you can’t even help yourself. Whatever I say you have to say the opposite just to be infuriating and then I don’t get infuriated so it infuriates you instead. That’s our jam. It’s what we do.”

If there was one thing he did like about Rowan… er… Celestis it was that she drew all over everything. Bayden was an artist too remember so this was how he kept clicking with her from the start. He still loved drawing his fantasy stags with giants antlers and forever he drew on most of whatever he made with the eyes blacked out, Xed with tears, even on otherwise happy figures.

“Okay. Who does?” He said about pain. “I mean unless you’re into some kinky shit. That’s a different sort of pain though. But, okay I get it. She’s an annoying basic bitch in your body. I’m getting the picture.”

She managed to pull a laugh out of him with the life’s a bitch and not a slut comment though. That had Bayden humor written all over it.

“Oh, I’m gonna swipe you some hella Xanny’s. You know I got connections.”

But, the more Celestis went on the more Bayden got confused again and not because he didn’t understand. He just didn’t see the problem the same way.  

“Okay. Okay. So hold up. If you’ve jumped into other people besides her and somehow you landed in her again last and you hate her, why would you come here while you’re in her? Why don’t you jump into someone cool? Then come here? Or I know, don’t come here and just jump into whoever and use them however you want? Didn’t you ever go through a phase where you tried to practice? I mean this is your special power. It’s a witch skill and you could probably hone it. I can’t help you because I’m not witch, but isn’t that the point of those covens? They help with stuff like this. Why come here instead of to the people who can actually help you?”

He got the gist though and tried to recap.

“So okay. Always you. But, I have to keep calling you Rowan because life. We’re here. You want no one to know. Can I call you Celestis in private?”

Then Celestis’s face changed big time after he said serial killer. Oh fuck. They’d known each other for years. He really thought she’d caught on by now who he was. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They always did just come together when everything that hit the fan was over. She was just getting wrapped up in his drama when she went back in the woods with him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Then right as he was freaking out that she was freaking out…. nothing.

There she went with the coffee again.

“I know, I know. We can still do that as soon as I get my privvys back. Okay Double A? Geesh.” He smirked. “The battery talk was worth that right there. That name’s sticking, baby.”

The spoilers of his life.

“Yeah. Sorry. Thought you might have picked up on that one. I try not to talk about it in group. Horrorville Hacker. The Juvenile kid arrested for all those murders years back.” He pointed at himself though he didn’t admit guilt only pointed to say he was the convicted. “I was convicted of that.” Then he just shrugged. It was what it was. “Why do you think I don’t get visitors? Nobody wants to visit me but reporters and mom doesn’t allow it. People wanting to write my book. Mom would never allow that.”

T h y l a c i n e  

His eyes widened at whatever she just said.

“I don’t even know what that is.”

She threw a flower at him and blinked as it hit him in the face. Then he bent over and picked it up. He smelled it before he stuck it behind his ear and stepped up her as she asked if he was sure he couldn’t do any better.

That made him laugh. He almost reached out to stop her and remembered he shouldn’t touch. He pulled his hand back and shook his head.

“Listen. Every friend and even girlfriend I ever thought I had I found out were hallucinations. So, if I could do better it’s only in my head because check this out. When I had privvys, my big relationships included me prostituting myself to earn escape money to a guy who got me stoned all day off property and mostly it was based on drugs, but I pretended that meant something so I didn’t feel bad about myself. I also hooked up with my boss at my part time job to get perks around the hotel which only led me into a crazy world of ghosts and demons and selling me to old fucking men that wanted to kill me and trap my soul there forever. And frankly, It didn’t sound like a bad deal because at least it wasn’t here. Other than that I’m fucking some nurse my mom would fire if she found out that could care less about me and goes home to her regular life on the outside while she gets her little bit of excitement in here, but hey at least I can break some rules and be nurse’s pet, and get away with some shit, right? These are the relationships of my life, Celestis. Literally, that’s it besides my mom and my sister. You can keep calling me princess, but I’m hardly prize pickens. No one’s clammering to hang around Bayden Shannon Wardeyn, the claimed to fame Horrorville fucking Hacker. And hello… you know the population here. You know everyone I do. Tell me there’s anyone better? So, maybe you should think about who you’re asking that question to unless your goal is to humiliate me. If I know you, it is. So, Congratulations. You are the most normal and stable thing in my life. So, there. Happy with yourself?”

Then he took the flower out of his ear and held it up to her like a peace offering.  

       “YOU’RE annoying you know that?”  She seemed to say in such a way that she understood, but found it highly frustrating.  However with the seize fire she could take things a little more seriously now.

       Taking the gardenia’s up to her face, she seemed to need a little cleansing.  Celestis was irritated.  Not even getting into it with him, as she didn't have the energy.  “I sound like the abusive one in this friendship.”  A very small grin showed on her features as she found it a bit comical in the way he described there friendship.

       “On my defense you do && say some stupid shit sometimes.“  It’s not that he’s stupid.  No — Bayden's just the boy in the bubble.

       Celestis knew.  After all the Christmas card she drew of late was inspired by his own artwork style.  It might not have been a stag, but a deer.  It took her a couple tries to get it right, as she wasn't familiar with the form but it was good to practice regardless.

       The first thought that came to mind was 'your-mom!' but she held off the old school commentary.  It was a little to much on the childish side if she was being honest.  More or less shrugging as she was to drained.

       "Yea but what would I owe you Bayden."  Nothing ever really came free.  That lesson well engraved early on in life.  There had to be some catch to this.  So what did he really want?

       Bayden could see the negative in her eyes before she spoke. “Bayden you’re questions never really end!  I’ll answer that one another time.”  A bitterness in her tone as it just was a bit to much to be drilled on why.  Why her choices where her own?  Abruptly, Celestis lost her grip on her anger.  Knowing she did.  She was burning out, as all of this was getting a bit overwhelming after several explanations, Celestis wanted to give up, as she was tired, depressed && frustrated right now.

       Gazing around there surroundings as she wanted to make sure no one was around before she swung around to answer the easier part of his thousand questionnaire.  “Rules are for rules people!  Why do I want some old hag who’s got a stick up her ass to tell me what to do?  Do I look like I’d enjoy being some member in there FLDS c u l t version?  IT’S JUST ANOTHER FUCKING CULT BAYDEN.  Not everyone wants to be a part of something either.  I’ve already explained && said it to you once Bayden.  I am not saying it a second time!!!”  It’s a waste of energy she clearly didn’t have right now.  Celestis was better alone then in the company of others.  Even other Witches.  She did better that way, why she liked solitary so much.  Celestis already had a teacher that had taught her the basics, && she’s improved ever sense.  It’s not the end of the world that she doesn’t have full control over everything.  Did Bayden have full control over everything in his life?  No.  They both were not perfect, but she had it under control.  She knew what it took.  

       “I’m depressed right now.  I’m very tired.  So I’m sorry but you’re asking so much I can barely keep up.  The questions just don’t seem to be ending or getting any easier either.”  It’s not that she meant to snap at him but a lot of this was emotionally && physically overwhelming for her at the moment.  Even gardenia’s can’t cure depression as they also can’t cure the wear && tear of sleep depravation.  Up close Bayden could see how tired Celestis looked.  There were dark half-moons under her eyes, as the bruise on her face looked brighter in the sunlight but it truly highlighted the redness in the whites of her eyes.

        “BAYDEN. Y e s!  Only time I'm not is if I happen to have an accident, && somehow can't get back in.  I’ve already explained it last time to prepare you in case I happened to lose it."  She seemed to say, as if it was indeed from the conversation before, takes relevance.  If she had somehow disappointed him by acting weird, or if she had started acting like she didn’t know who the hell he was.  No recollection what so ever of his name && the things they’ve done then she already answered him from last time.  

       Why would he ask her that?  “Do what you want now.  Call me whatever. They’ll think you’re joking && fueling my delusions when you call me Celestis out in the open but I just told everyone.  Its not really private information anymore.”  It’s not like it mattered.  She had to throw herself out there to make sure he wouldn’t fall apart.

       Celestis pressed her hand to her temple, a sure sign a headache might come or rather begin.  All of this felt a little to much.  Celestis more than anything desired to go back to her assistant living, fall onto the floor, && crawl into a deep state of insurmountable depression.  As she tried not to think so hard because it went over her head. 

       It was like Bayden had this idea she’s lived in California her entire life && just happened to know what the hell the Horrorville Hacker was.  Bayden underestimated her.  She didn’t know much about him or what happened.  She had no idea what the hell he was talking about.  Utterly lost.  She doesn’t exactly spend her spare time looking up serial killers && murders as if it was a hobby.  

       “Bayden I was interrogated but I have no idea what the hell they were talking about most the time.  Why I passed the lie detector test so easily was because the questions they were asking && what they were trying to accuse me off I’ve never done.”  She also left out she’s also had experience with one.  In the kind of way that tween’s get into things they shouldn’t play with, as she remembered memories of playing around with a older lie detector with a group of other kids once.  Asking dumb questions or playing dumb games to one another.

       “You act like I’m from here but I’m not from California.  I was transferred here from a hospital program.”  Why she didn’t quite understand the degree of the matter of his criminal charges.  She might have a few questions of her own but she’s no longer in the mood to even bring them out to surface value.  To her he’s just Bayden Wardeyn.  “I don’t have the energy right now.”  Sensing that this will light even more questions.  Of course it will.  No doubt.

       Nope.

       Nope. Nope. 

       Nope. Nope. Nope.  

       Celestis avoided one break down in the community room already.  She was not going to start another one in Bayden.  “Keep it that way.”  The weight in her voice told him he should take her advice.  Sensing she was not going to tell him.  Knowing his little animal loving brain of his, it’s just better not to bring it up.  There’s no happy ending for the Thylacine’s, as Benjamin the last remaining Thylacine was treated like shit before he died.  Fuckers.  Angry does not begin there, but she pushed her high strung feelings she had down.

       Celestis was aware only of a numb buzzing in her head.  That was a hell of a lot to process.  Yet she didn’t know how to feel because she can’t relate to him.  She personally doesn’t suffer from hallucinations to know what Bayden really goes through.  She’s a troublesome heathen but she’s never had criminal charges.  Never has she ever killed anyone(s).  She only understood the damage of living in someone else’s body.  Let alone the damage this conversation they were having was having on her in a different way.  Hooked up.  Fucking.  Ghosts.  She was a novice to physical touch && worldly pleasures ( minus a vibrator but they are not allowed on Briarcliff Grounds ).  Sex driven primitive thoughts as she always wondered if she could have sex with a ghost.  Having a fire blaze to life within her, as her body was now too wired from the heat burning through herself.  Never really ever did she like talking about sex.  It just quirked her body into sexual frustration, not that she got sexually frustrated from Bayden’s pained hardships he had to face.  Just the use of the terms ’hooked-up / fucking / ghosts‘ was enough to trigger a bodily response.

       Great now she was not just depressed, exhausted emotionally && physically, livid, she could now add on she was sexually frustrated. Trying to ignoring her new inner complex feeling.  Remembering they drifted a little, as she tried to recall in her head when all this was happening in there lives to get her to stop thinking about sex.  If she had been more aware could she have changed things?  No.  Not really.  She doubted it because he was going to do whatever it took to survive.  Move on && running away from all this.  Deep down, she sensed Bayden knew that HOTEL CORTEZ was just like B r i a r c l i f f  A s y l u m.  He could either be trapped here, or trapped there.  Why he didn’t get the hell out of here like planned Celestis wasn’t sure.  It didn’t seem his mother or sister caught on from the sounds of it.  As all of them were just looking for ways to make there survival && live through that finite amount of time that they had.  He should have left when he had the chance.  Now that there were those mutants to consider, if they couldn’t kill them, then it’s only a matter of time before something goes terribly wrong && there the ones being hunted down like dogs && if someone does die Bayden might get the end of it because of his criminal history if they somehow got covered up to protect who ever is the mastermind behind those experimental mutants.  She didn’t want Clarissa nor Bayden to be around Briarcliff Asylum when that happened.  Not that she’s figured it all out yet.  It’s been on the back of her mind since solitaire so it’s a start.  Yet it was quite a sexual turn off imagining Bayden && Nurse Janet together.  It didn’t feel like a victory that she was right all along but she senses she might be in more deeper then Nurse Janet looked.

       It’s rude of him to assume after all that, that her goal was to humiliate him even further.  Sure!  She could call him Princess Shannon && she just might down the line someday.  Celestis could even go further then that.  She could have made a very nasty jab at his clambering comment through a mean sexual comment because of her sexual frustration she was going through.  Good to know that’s the best she could offer him, as a friend, was humiliation.  It almost tempted her too.  Just because that’s what Bayden thinks anyway, as it made her a bit provoked.  This sure as hell was a train wreck of a friendship they got going on.  But he’s clearly been through enough.  

       It didn’t really sound to pleasant.  Congratulating her for not being a hallucination?  Wishing she didn’t exist?  Guess the both of them questioned her existence in different ways.  && what did being the most normal && stable thing in his life even fricking mean?  Yet she humiliates him when he’s down or that she should humiliate him when he’s down because that’s what he thinks of her.  “Fuck you Bayden,” as she snatched the peace offering adding the gardenia back to the others as she brought it back up to her face to inhale.  It’s rough.  Everything that’s been coming out has been really heavy.

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.      

BINGO!

Celest finally figured out something right on the money. The blonde Barbie bombshell stereotype that his sister fit the mold of down to the gossipy tea was out. Society was sick of it except for old men and womanizers and so was Bayden. The problem with his sister was she took it to a higher level than just being a self absorbed bitch. She had the power and psycho-lady-balls to back up any mean girl threat she spit. So, Hell no he wasn’t attracted to anything that closely resembled his otherwise very blonde family, even his mother, his relatives. Blonde all.

He was literally the black sheep with the wrong hair, the wrong everything. The joke of being the Fed Ex kid because he must have been a drop off since he didn’t fit in with their family got tiresome growing up. It hurt more now knowing why he was really part of the family. He wished he was the Fed Ex kid. At least then he’d know he was always wanted.

Next, she started spouting off about not knowing what she looked like, something about a couple months ago. This confused Bayden since he still didn’t understand how her powers worked. That’s what he’d wanted to talk about in the first place. He wanted to have a real conversation with her, but stupid shit always gets in the way. Then again he’d have chosen missing the conversation to her throw couches around in the community room any day. That was exciting. Life was boring in Briarcliff. Excuse him for finding any and every patients’ tantrums the best part of living there. It was the best form of entertainment he had. So, of course he liked to poke and prod people after all these years. What else did he have to do?

“No. We can’t. We can’t stop talking about Rowan now. That’s the whole damn point. You’re supposed to talk to me Celestis. I am trying to be your friend and I can’t fucking be that you dumbass if you don’t explain this shit to me on the real.”

Then she went jabbing at his zodiac as a way to degrade him. Libras were an air sign. He knew that. He knew more about it than he let on as a self proclaimed skeptic. He had witches in the family, so of course he did.

“Clever one Celesty-cakes. But, you know who’s a Libra? John Lennon. So, yeah, you can throw all your higher than thou shade at me just like Monty all you want because I’m a Lennon. But, You know I’m a dreamer and that’s all I’m gonna be because I’m mother fucking stuck in here on a life sentence until the day I die. So thank GOD I’m a Lennon because what’s up in my head, my mother fucking, retarded, hot head is all I’ve got. Briarcliff till death do us part.”

Then he turned up a middle finger at her with slow twist of his wrist.

Till death do us part indeed. He looked around at all the grave stones. Even his own family plot was connected to this land. So, even if his mother had a special spot for him at home he wasn’t going far. His boyhood home was right there on the hill overlooking all of this. Maybe he’d get lucky and be cremated and have his ashes scattered in the wind. That’s the only way he saw himself getting very far. But, if he knew his mother at all she’d keep him in an urn, and hold him tight, never let him go. Maybe she’d get drunk and spill them. She’d have to vacuum him up and put part of him in the garbage.

His head was drifting off to morbid visions like this while he watched Celestis pick flowers. Watching her calm herself down was somehow calming for him too. Everything got quiet between them for a moment. When her trap wasn’t flapping it was funny how innocent she looked. Rowan’s body. He started to think more about what she’d said earlier about the Instagram. Bayden had been under the impression both Rowan and Celestis were in there. He’d only been told so much. As he was really thinking this through she asked where to go next. This implied together. She was done running it seemed. Damn, those flowers had some kind of special juju to calm her down like that. Bayden was going to remember that. He’d steal them off this bush till it was bloom-less if it got her to calm her little freckle faced booty down on the daily and actually look semi-approachable. Not that being unapproachable ever stopped him before, but it was nice to hear a civil tone every once in awhile.

“Let’s just take a walk and think.” He didn’t want to go back where people were.

He was really thankful his mom still let him wear his street clothes. He’d have gone bizerk all over Briarcliff if they’d have put him back in a gown or those scrub-like patient uniforms they all wear when they don’t have real clothes, or are first admitted. He thought about things like that. He knew this was still better than prison. He was walking around freely outside right now even if it was inside Briarcliff’s gates. He couldn’t have a breath of fresh air moment at his leisure to talk to someone privately in prison. He tried to look at the positives. Even when he got low sometimes he could still find the light inside his dark mind.

“Okay, so let’s run this down for me. Instagrams. I didn’t think we were allowed to have those. I know I’m not, but I’m in here for a different reason than you, criminal charges. Not everyone is. Well, I mean unless I got someone else to run it for me. I’m just not allowed. But, anyway…. So, if Rowan has one you’re telling me she’s on the outside in your body, right? Am I getting this right?”

“Will you show me you? I mean I get it’s not you in the pictures. It’s her then, in your body. You’re in her body. Okay.   I gathered you’re not blonde by what you said and you don’t like Rowan’s taste. The tattoo comment was funny and you have no idea how hard it was for me not to laugh. But, I get it. I’d be pissed if someone was out there tattooing their shit on my body. Is she doing that or something? But like… So, has it always been you? I think I was confused when you first told me. We didn’t exactly go into detail. So, I’ve never met Rowan? I thought for a minute maybe your different moods were me actually talking to two different people in you. Do you switch back and forth at all?”

Then the big don’t touch me it’s dangerous thing he was putting all together now that the big emotional responses were out of the way.

“And you didn’t want me to touch you, why? Is that why? Are you saying you jump around in different people when you touch them? Is that your power and you haven’t got any control over it? Am I close at all at understanding this? I just want to understand and please don’t use any metaphors while explaining. Just tell me simple and straight up. Just because I watch a lot of Disney movies doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I might not have powers, but I’m from a family of witches serving a life sentence in a mental institution for being a serial killer. I’m not five. I’ll get it. Don’t over complicate this. We’ve known each other for years now and you’re one of the few things left my doctors say is real. Sometimes I wish you were just another delusion, believe me. But please, let me have a friend in here. You’re kind of all I’ve got.”

If Celestis ever stopped talking to him he’d be right back with Nurse Janet as his go-to gal, the closest thing to nice besides Clarissa in the whole place, and she didn’t count. She was just a kid. At least he had someone to watch Disney movies with.

       “FINE!  I see your point there Bayden.  Only I need you to tone yourself down a little about the parts you like about Rowan right now.”  She didn’t want to keep hearing it.  It was like his voice kept playing in Celestis head && with each repetition, she felt more annoyed.  She didn’t think she needed to insist on how she despised Rowan in every way.

       Celestis noticed things escalated quickly, as if the both of them were somehow not connecting.  It happens.  They were just off.  They had there ups && downs though he brought it farther down then she’d like it to be.  The commentary got a little to dark for her own liking as a frown was etched on her face.  Thinking he was ‘so-weird’ when he called her Celesty-cakes.  

       “No one said you were retarded Bayden.”  She said in an exasperated sigh.  

       “That’s the very last thing you are.  After all, I wouldn’t have thought much of those claw marks if you didn’t say something.”  Yet he proved her wrong it wasn’t mountain lions.

       It was her fault for not taking it more seriously then she should have.  If she had been more aware, maybe things wouldn’t have gone the direction they had.  Bayden wouldn’t be in the trouble he was in, as much as the trouble she was in now.  It’s a step back, a very big step back, but she can’t change what’s already happened.  Her eyes rolled to the left, after the middle finger gesture.  It seemed to be a SENSATIVE s u b j e c t.  

       As once again, Monty was in the narrative.  Celestis’s stomach did an uneasy flip.  Cleary there was something going on, && she wondered if Monty had some sort of Beetlejuice effect — precognition.  The whole picking up on things before they happen type.  It wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest if she did.  One thing Celestis has observed about his sister she had a way of knowing things, but she was undeniably dumb as a domesticated turkey.  

       Celestis couldn’t quite understand it, but even domesticated turkey’s can learn new tricks.  Even Monty has abilities that she didn’t know about yet.

       Picking gardenia after gardenia until she couldn’t hold anymore.  Wrapped in the silence between them for a moment.  She didn’t really mind the silence — it gave her a chance to think.  She kept reliving bits && parts of there conversation, over && over in her head.  It hurt to think about, like biting down on a broken tooth, but she couldn’t stop doing it.

       She closed her eyes for a moment, bringing the gardenia’s to her face && she took a hell of a long inhale before her steps fell side by side against Bayden’s.  Walk && think.  It was two words that never sounded good together.  If there was one thing Celestis didn’t mind was the scrub-like patient uniforms.  Unlike Bayden, she always just painted && drawled on everything she never liked anyway.  With her old shoes being taken to do blood testing.  Celestis was given new one’s to compensate as they were very, very white right now but they won’t be for long.  As she wasn’t a very big fan of hospital gowns.  As unlike Bayden she lived off of lost && found hoodies that are always one size bigger then her ( with paint && sharpie designs ), swapped price tags at thrift stores ( when she has the money ), as she’s all sporty-type with the yoga pants with a touch of her own talents to make them stand out.  It’s not like she had ANYTHING e l s e.

       It’s been like that for so long even if she came into money she wouldn’t change her ways.  && Briarcliff was far from short from art supplies to tone her art down.

       “Instagram.”  Celestis interrupted Bayden in a bland tone.  “Do I look like I’d spend my time taking PHOTO’S of m y s e l f && blast it off to dumbass strangers approvals?”  

       Scoffing a little “I made a fake profile Bayden && you could too.  It’s not hard at all.  Mine’s just full of copied photos from google that some idiot took, dumb quotes, && girly artwork I’m not too proud of but I do those things knowing Rowan would like it && accept the request since it was on private!  If she knew it was me she would have never accepted.”

       Raising an eyebrow.  That was a strange way of putting it as he’s the kid with a smartphone as he could have one, if he really wanted one.  As she knew social media posts result in criminal charges && other offenses but that’s a first.  Stopping in her tracks for a second.  Shocked, she came to an abrupt stop.  Criminal Charges?  It felt like she hadn’t caught her breath, as it felt like a bolt of lightning shot down && just slammed into her chest as she didn’t know what to make of that.  Catching back up to Bayden’s as she listened && heard everything.  Only Bayden rambled.  Trying to organize what to say, in an order.

       “I’M in Rowan’s body && Rowan is in m i n e.”  

       Celestis looked confused, then shrugged.  “I don’t know why you’d want me too but yea if that’s what you want.  Sure.”  She didn’t understand the appeal of why he’d want too see what she looked like when she gave him a perfect description of what he’ll see.  Looking upwards holding in a yawn as she didn’t find the conversation tiring.  No.  It was more the way her body felt, as the dark circles under her eyes showed her tiredness naturally.  

       “Not a natural born blond anyway.”  Hair could be dyed on the whims of Rowan as she didn’t know what Rowan really does as she was out in the real world.  It’s been about two months now since she’s checked, && probably won’t be able to check anytime soon.  Unless she used his smartphone.  While she’d never do it here in Briarcliff, as she usually goes to the Library.  Why she hasn’t checked it in a long while but his smartphone was different then a Briarcliff computer.

        “I don’t like that she tries to hard to be CUTE.  She’s n o t.  You’ll understand my point later.”  When Bayden see’s it, he’ll see that she’s some OFF-b r a n d instagram try-hard.  Someone who. . .  just. . likes to take pre-planned photo’s?  He’ll understand it when he see’s it!  It won’t be hard to understand it visually.

       An uneasy familiarity of memories flashed in her mind when they were kids as she tried to push them back.  Her air ways felt they were getting all tangled up inside herself making it a little hard to breath.  Or as if her airways had been a rubber band stretched beyond it’s limits.  “Rowan doesn’t like pain.”  Not that anyone could say PAIN was everyone’s form of f u n.  

       “I guess I don’t know what to think.  From what I can tell, she goes through a lot of boyfriends.  She doesn’t want to be alone, but she has issues.  So she doesn’t stay with one person to long.  I know she likes to do this thing. Write there names in sharpie or henna on the side of her wrist as you’ll see name’s change throughout her photo’s on insta.  If she built up the courage I mean there’s a possibility of tattoo’s && names.”  Annoying but she rather be in her own body even if she had super girly / ex-lovers names she’s never met tattooed all over herself.

       “No.  You’ve never met her Bayden.  It’s not really are personalities.”  Her features shifted into something oddly strange  Is that what he thought this whole time?  “No Bayden.  I don’t have multiple personality's.  That’s what they want to concluded was medically wrong but it’s more delusional.  Why a Witch is in an Asylum in the first place.”  She at first thought it was strange he thought that, however living in Briarcliff that made some sense.

       “Well I didn’t exactly want to say anything with the possibility of anyone overhearing.  I’m a very guarded person with many reasons why.”  No lie there.  She didn’t need anyone else finding out she’s a witch.  It made things even more complicated then it should.  It caused other problems.  Oh did she forget?!  She’s in a fucking Asylum!!!

        “The brief version:  It was hard to tell which one of us did it when we were younger.  We both were different — Witch wouldn’t have been the first thought that came to mind.  We didn’t know what we were.  We...were just kids."

       “We didn’t figure it out.  That it was me.  That I had done it until it was too late.  Being separated I couldn’t swap us back.”  If there is one thing Celestis remembers, but can’t recall who came up with it first was that they thought they were aliens as kids.  This was not a Stranger Things storyline, even though Stranger Things isn't even about Aliens.  They were kids, && way to young to understand anything.  Keeping that part locked as she couldn't believe she remembered.  She wished she didn’t remember because it only made things worse in the long run.

       As she felt like she forgot something && then it hit her.  “Yes so don’t touch me!  I’ve done it only once without touching someone, why I found out it was me in the first place, but as long as my guard’s up it’s fine."

       "Unless I’m on the right dosage of Xanax but of course life’s a BITCH.  If it was a s l u t it would be easy.”  Life s a slutty bitch.  She had been at one point happily balanced, not that she used it all the time, it was just a good safety net. As it was a choice to either stay on her guard but suffer, or take a Xanax but suffer.  Either she has her clarity to use her magic, or her magic is dulled down && weakened.  She doesn't get to pick && choose apparently.  It’s all a battle && guard.

        “I’m so sorry Princess Bayden did my battery talk not make sense?!  It was better then talking about a raccoon?!  I think I did a pretty damn good job for that battery speech.  Souls are kinda like batteries in a way.  It’s not like I had time to think things through before when I said it then anyway!!”  Her eyes narrowed until they looked like the edges of coins as there was to much light from the sun in her face.

       “I was already going to tell you anyway!!!  Don’t be a sour lemon. We both agreed to talk it out over coffee like normal people outside of Briarcliff.  Only part not so sane is the rain bit but it’s the kind of thing that naturally feels like that kind of conversation takes place in.”  Maybe it was more how she was influenced by movies or Tv shows?

       Celestis looked stoic by this hard left turn in the conversation.  Bayden was mentally institutionalized for being a serial killer?  There was a moment.  Just a moment where after Bayden said that made every nerve ending Celestis possessed twinge, chills running under her skin despite the bright California sunlight.  For a second things got silent.  Feeling a flow of fear like a dark tide, oily && thick as ink.  It chilled her bones but she can’t help but feel his sister was more a psychopathic serial killer then himself.  This kid adores && cries at the site of freaking bunnies && shit.

    The eeriness faded rather quickly as she didn’t feel threatened it was just her own fears playing tricks on herself.  Choose one’s poison, she’d rather take her chances with the bunny crier.  Monty however was a different story.  Celestis always felt something was off instinct wise around Monty.  But around Bayden?  It’s different.  There’s nothing truly instinctive telling her to stay vigilant around Bayden.  Nothing telling her she’s in danger as she let herself get swept up in the moment.  Stupid.

       “Well your seriously KILLING m e with spoilers of your life!”  Celestis looking more annoyed now than stoic as she eased back into normalness.  “Don’t think you’re getting out of buying me coffee on a rainy day Princess.”  Holding him to it.  Regardless of how many months it took.

       “GREAT!  I’m just a T h y l a c i n e to you.”  Just for that, she took one of the gardenia’s && threw it at his face.  She hoped pollen get’s in his eye.  Feel the real?  It was a little sad, to some extent that he somehow wished she was some delusion of his.  But Bayden was always so weird sometimes as that was this kind of moment right now.  She may have lost one gardenia — to remind him of her realism.  Celestis really should just start throwing things at him randomly since she couldn’t kick him where it HURTS.  A little to violent for her tastes.  Now she felt even more awkward.  “You sure you CAN’T do b e t t e r?”

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.    

If she ever watched Bayden from afar at all she should probably know if he doesn’t follow asylum rules what in the world made her think he would follow her instructions? She should have expected as much.

Then Celestis said the funniest thing yet.

“Didn’t really take you for a Burnette && shallow type.”  

“Said no one ever.” Bayden started cracking up laughing at her.  “Excuse me for not liking Barbie doll bitches. Is that what you look like Celestis? Are you a Barbie doll bitch stuck in a cute, little, freckle faced girl and can’t take it? Is that why you’re really such a brat? Cause you can’t pull off sassy leader of the solo mean girl club anymore?”

Oh, this was a riot.

“Some guys happen to like the girl next door. So eff off on your own shallowness Freckle hater.”

Coffee? Wtf? Now she was suddenly going on about coffee. This chick man.

“Yeah, it’s called welcome to the community room. Gross and free for the rest of our days here. I’m not allowed off property still, but thanks for the reminder.”

“Are you really asking me for my sign right now Celest? You know that’s everyone’s go to cheesy pick up line. If I didn’t know any better I might start to think you like me.”

Then he decided to humor her.

“October. Libra. It doesn’t really mean anything.”

His assisted living home. Sore subject.

“My princess cottage. Right. No. Did you forget or did I forget to tell you? I got kicked out. I’m stuck in a manor room until further notice. It’s fucked.”

“They’re keeping me where they can keep a closer eye for awhile. Ma said maybe I can go back next month if I don’t have anymore incidents. I’m stuck in with the peasants again.”

Celest has walked them all the way to the gravesite area. It was a little gloomy to think of patients who died here and had nowhere else to be buried but here. No one wanted to take them home to a family site. Briarcliff for all eternity. Bayden wasn’t a fan.

       UNFORTUNETLY she has && not by c h o i c e.  Also learned from personal experience(s).  Though no doubt Celestis will keep trying regardless.

       Well he did clear some things up.  No doubt she always thought Bayden had a very high lean towards males over women.  TIME && t i me again had she seen Bayden next to drop dead gorgeous senoritas.  Noticing he always had this look on his face as if there was just something smelly under his nose.  “Makes sense.”  Sounding as if she was clear on something.  That he wasn’t really bisexual with a strong male lean, he just didn’t want to date anyone remotely looking like his sister.

       However, she was noticing Bayden was acting really different.  Different from normal.  It started from the strange look he gave her when they met.  To the touch of his hand with her hair.  Saying things like cute-little-freckle-faced-girl && maybe she can’t take it?  C e l e s t i s couldn’t see the cute little freckled face girl since she despised everything about ROWAN.

       Making a long annoyed augh sound of absolute annoyance.  

       “I have no idea what I look like right now!  Thanks for asking!”  If she did, Celestis would’ve known!

       “Last time I checked Rowan’s Instagram in my body was a couple months ago.”  Recalling the horror of Rowan using her body to take dumb photo’s of her looks eating ice-cream. && showing off her boyfriend’s name written in sharpie or henna below her wrist in a dumb dress && in his car or someone’s car anyway.

       “Wouldn’t put it pass me that she’d do something STUPID in my b o d y like dye my hair blond.  I don’t even want to think of her taste in tattoo’s.”  Nearly cringing as she probably would find all her EX-b o y f r i e n d s names tattooed somewhere horribly easy to see like under the ribs or some dumb shit.

       “Don’t you dare start bringing you’re sister into this!  She just might magically show up && start a fight for leadership of this solo mean girl club that I want nothing apart of!!!”  Screw leadership.  That took to much time && effort that Celestis didn’t have nor care to have.

       “Duly noted now can we stop talking about Rowan?”  She asked irritable.  Wanting to kick herself for acting as if she had a reason to be jealous, looking a little uncomfortable as she didn’t really want to compare the two by looks.  She didn’t even want to think about something like that.

       “Unlike you.  I can wait.”  If there was one thing Celestis could do was wait.  Unlike himself she also had patience.  She didn’t have to know his story right away.  Especially when they both wouldn’t be getting out for a while anyway.  

       “Cheesy pick-up lines are never the answer.  && it’s good to know what I’m dealing with.”  It also helped to mark his birthday month.  Somehow it wasn’t about the day they were born that mattered but more the month of there zodiac when it was just Rowan && herself when they were just kids.  Only Rowan’s was celebrated because she couldn’t ever come to a decision.  Finding it much easier to remember zodiacs over birthdays anyway.

       “Why does that not surprise me.”  So very humored taking a jab at Bayden.  “Since that head of yours has always been so full of hot air.  I’m surprised you’re brain isn’t baked yet!”  As she wasn’t going to tell him she believed he was wrong.  It did matter in a lot more ways then one, but it’s not that kind of day to get into it.  Celestis was way to tired for that kind of conversation right now.

       They talked briefly about it but he didn’t state his new whereabouts.  Not sure where that puts her after her TRANTRUM moments ago.  Along with failing her lie detector test about her personal issues && why she was here seeking HELP that she didn’t need h e l p with.  If anything she could always lie through her teeth about making sure everyone knew she wasn’t the HORRORv i l l e killer && why she was there for the feeble minded.  Only having thoughts of breaking into Bayden’s room && either stealing his chair to paint on it or something else.  It gave her time since PRINCESS B a y d e n won’t be there.

       Parts of Celestis would rather, if she did die on these grounds be a lot happier buried then cremated.  She didn’t like the idea of being cremated && having to share her urn with other people.  GROSS.  The whole roomies && being communally combined grossed her out just to much.  It also didn’t help she lived in someone else’s body, as she could only hope she finds a way back to her own to die.  She also didn’t want to be left on a shelf.  Alone.  Forgotten.  Smothered in dust in some corner from years of sitting on a shelf in dim darkness.

       Making there visit as quick as possible, sensing Bayden’s displeasure as she found the Gardenia bush.  The only one she knew of thus far was in this area.

        Plucking a few from the bush.  Celestis liked the smell of them, as it was a rather strong floral aroma that's slightly sweet.  It was Calming && Celestis hoped it would take the edge off her emotions, as she felt they were all over the place right now.  It was sort of like her emotions and physical state felt like bumper cars in her body as she picked a few more for herself looking at Bayden when she was done.  “Where to now?”

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.

Never in Bayden’s wildest would he ever be the one to think only one of them needed to survive. He was scared, but he wasn’t a pussy. He wasn’t about to leave Rowan behind. The thought never crossed his mind. He was already thinking of running back in when she didn’t appear fast enough for him not worry.

Then when she did finally make it the safety of the forest line and back on pedestrian ground she started popping off at him. But, it got “more stupider” to him as she started yacking about getting in trouble, sorting out her priorities, and karma. Karma? Okay. She was a bit of a know it all elitist, but he couldn’t really imagine her having bad karma. She was a mischief maker maybe, but not a bad girl. He didn’t see her that way. He decided to chalk it all up to venting after an adrenaline rush caused by being on the run for lives. Yeah, that was it. That had to be it.

Then again he did just figure out she was witch like Monty. But, fine, she was seriously pushing why he was stopping back there, okay then.

“Don’t fuck with me right now Rowan.” He got up close frustrated in her face.

“I found out my entire life and almost every friend I ever had was just MY STUPID HALLUCINATIONS. EXCUSE ME if I’d like to NOT have the one REAL LIFE friend I actually have NOT FUCKING DIE! Okay? I will stick around and help you any time I god damn well want. But, it sure might have been helpful to know you have magic powers before this so I knew you weren’t as defenseless as me. Fuck.”

Then he actually flicked her in the shoulder and groaned, “GOD! Can we just go clean up and celebrate we’re not dead right now please? God damn, because we just out ran some seriously, fast, mutant, horse-eating ass.”

Then he thought for a minute, “And what’s a Dwit?”

       CELESTIS emotions shifted into vexation.  Forced to look up as Bayden became too dangerously close.  Standing her ground.

       “Trust me, Bayden. I’m just another tally mark of DISAPPOINTMENT in your a l m o s t as well.”  Celestis said, hissing the words out of angered-guilt.  “Knowing me is a losing game.”  Feeling a sympathetic twinge observing his mannerisms.  It was nothing she had not felt before- from the separation from Rowan as kids.  Rowan chose to turn on her when they were kids.  Rowan chose betrayal over their friendship.  Yet she was betrayed more then enough by people she thought she could put her trust in growing up.

       “Fuck!!!”  For an aching moment, the pinched look on her face made clear that she was suffering, && her confident know-it-all was absent.  Them being witches' put them in this bloody hell of a mess in the first place.  It wasn’t all- for better -or for worse.  Being a witch was salt to her wounds.  Always burning && dragging on yet never properly healing.

       “NEXT t i m e.  Just keep thinking in your mind the only way to stand together is to stand apart.”  Not going into the topic of how magic abilities was oh so magical && oh so useful when it could have backfired any time.  The whole I’m-a-body-invader or Bloody-Soul-Swapper wasn’t exactly a magical talent she enjoyed flaunting.  It was pretty shitty enough knowing what it’s going to be like explaining it to him sooner or later.  So much shittier now!  If.  That part IF he believes her.  Avoiding negative bubbling thoughts she knew overly to well.  The biggest weight of negativity was though she’s real, it’s all a lie.  She’s all a lie honestly.  Looks && all.

       Doubting she needed to warn Bayden to keep it to himself.  All of it to himself.  Undiscovered by the Wardeyn’s thus far was more of accomplishment from his coffin-dodging mother && his pink malibu pyscho sister.  Frowning with a bit of a glower when he flicked her in the shoulder.  She doubted he wanted her to say sorry-not-really-fucking-insane-enough-to-celebrate-we're-not-dead right-now.  “I could really use a Xanax right now.”  Exhaustedly-annoyed that she had to celebrate without one after all that foggy-madness.

       Shoving her hands in her hoodie’s pocket keeping herself shielded from stupid dumb physical attempts.  “Correction.  We just out ran some seriously fast, mountain lion, horse-eating ass.”  Correcting him with a tone of warning.  Who could ever tell in this fog if they were truly alone or if someone even saw them.  Even took the time to watch them.  Turning her head back looking back at the tree-line.  What worried her was sooner or later one of them will make it pass the tree-line && do irreversible damage.

      Hopefully to Janice.  Yet hopeful was the keyword.  Janice was a mega-pickle snake && she had her suspicions.  Either Janice is actually innocent but just a desperate gal that stalks Bayden to someday sexually assault him in his defenselessness ( cause he was as defenseless as a bunny sometimes ), or she’s a snake in the grass && very involved.  

       By that involvement the whole mutant-ass bullshit.  The pandemic of explaining to Bayden that mega-pickle snakes like Janice are mega-pickle fucking snakes that were going to take advantage of him on a long term scheming basis.  Cause no one was that nice unless they were aiming for something sooner or later.  Always reminding her of a predator as it goes both ways.

       “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”  A tiresome remark.  Trying to be nice as she shouldn’t have called him a dwit, as she only called him that out of anger.  It’s worse when she began feeling the adrenaline wearing off, && it’s even more of a nightmare to hear Bayden’s overly optimistic spin on things.  As her emotions ran all over the place within her feeling the ache every breath she took along her ribcages.  Only desiring a hot shower && to get out of these clothes though none of this will be that simple.  Caught now or caught later is the bigger picture.

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.

Of course they changed. He lost everything and everyone. He explained that to her. If he had friends before they were delusions or they were using him. His experience out in the program didn’t go well. The escape combined with too many reality checks equalled him realizing Rowan was the only real life friend he had outside of people that were paid to take care of him in the asylum. He begged her to be his friend and then she went full bitch fest loco on him for daring to touch her hair, for daring to ask questions as if he gave a shit about her. Yeah, things were different. What could this girl not calculate that times had changed? At least, he wanted them to.

“Pretty sure the dirty mind is on autopilot by now and doesn’t have an off button unless you hit the self destruct button. So turn it off you’ll have to kill me. Sorry about your luck.” He shrugged with a smug little smirk.

It’s just protocol. Yeah yeah.

“Trope? Now you’re going to talk about my life like it’s a story book trope. Okay? And you say I watch too many cartoons and fairy tales? Alrighty then.”

And next she was talking in riddles as he pulled the phone on the wall and his little book of local restaurants to order from as he looked for the Cuban place’s number.

Did she really think she was going to drop a hint like that when they were supposed to sit through a meal together and just let it go and not ask questions?

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve heard plenty of tales about a person in this neighborhood like that. But, you can’t drop something like that think I’m just gonna sit here all quiet like okay whatever, fingers turning in the cheeks like a fucking doofus. No. What the fuck you talking about, Celestis?”

       CELESTIS seemed to ignore him verbally.  Killing him for having a DIRTY m i n d was a bit of an extreme course of action that she’d personally never take.  But just because she didn’t comment back she seemed to have an all high  irritated aura around her, as if it was easily known it made her testy.

       “TALKING about tropes && the Asylum Days of our Lives, you’ve always remind me of SNOW W h i t e.”  Having thought that for a while, but it was fun verbally expressing it, as much as she was getting back at him for the Less Hot Rogue commentary from earlier.  “However, I am curious now as to what your favorite fairy tale even is?”  Considering the fact she was working on knowing him more, she carried a more curious tone as she was more polite in asking him.

       Quieting down for the time being.  Silently walking over to wherever his desk was as Bayden used the phone in the wall to talk.  Noticing DR.W a r d e y n didn’t give him back his phone yet.  Taking to sitting on top of his desk as she waited patiently.

       “You are never any FUN you know that B a y d e n?”  Preferring a loose sit-still-look-pretty from Bayden but when was that ever Bayden’s style anyway.  Celestis should have just kept her mouth shut from the start, but she also didn’t want to leave him with the echoing emptiness of his own dejection.

       “What it means,” she began with a very strong tone in her vocals that could be off putting to many, “is that not everything of yours was lost && thrown away in your absence Bayden.”  Continuing as she went on explaining, being as straight as an arrow to clear the air && confusion.

       “I couldn’t save everything.  Obviously.  We were going through a Ice Age phase so I didn’t really know how to tell you.  The only thing I could do at the time was do what I could.”  Ruining his house warming gift to him.  “Surprise.” Celestis said in the most lifeless way.  Now that Bayden knew it took the fun out of it.

       “I’ll have your stuff on you’re porch early morning, but also check you’re mailbox tomorrow or do I have to spoil that too?”  Celestis picked on him a bit near the end, after all, it seemed the main surprise was out in the open now.  Not that what would be in his mailbox compared to his personal belongings && sketchbooks in anyway.  

       “Told you.  That MEGA-b i t c h of a neighbor of yours is quite peculiar && even useful sometimes.”

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.  

He finished tying his shoe as he said, “I did say less hot. I thought that might actually make you happy.”

Then he looked up with a high brow as she added herself to the complaints of compliments and wasn’t just bitching about Rowan this time.

“Oh, now you’ve done it. You went and put your own self down not just Rowan. You gave yourself away. Fuck your low self esteem, Celestis.”

He still hadn’t actually been shown actual photos of Celestis. He had no idea what her original birth body looked like.

“Don’t cross me on that one, girl. I live in an asylum. I think I can identify low self esteem when I see it. I’m a professional at it.” He even laughed as he pointed at her calling her out while putting himself down at the same time.

Then right as he was laughing and she was offering help a nurse stuck her head in and saw him tying his shoes. “I need those strings.” She said.

Bayden looked up. “Are you kidding me? You’re trusting me to go back to the cottage, but not trusting me with shoes strings? How are my boots supposed to stay on?”

The nurse shrugged. “I don’t make the rules, Bayden. Wear different shoes.”

He closed his eyes feeling a little stupid and embarrassed in front of Celestis, but she knew how this place was. He whispered under his breath, “This is better than prison. This is better than prison. This is better than prison.” He blew a cleansing breath out and opened his eyes again.

He looked up at Celestis and the nurse waiting for him to hand over the stupid shoes strings. Bayden always needed to find a way to be obstinate when the hospital pissed him off. The nurse told him to be logical and wear just wear different shoes, the stupid, ugly, safe hospital issued shoes he presumed. He’d been wearing regular shoes the whole time, but a decision was made that he shouldn’t be out in the cottage alone with something dangerous like that until they were sure he was handling it. So, this just felt out of the blue to him, but he knew he couldn’t change the rules once they were set, not in this place. So, he decided to keep his boots on.

“Yeah. Yeah, you wanna help? Pull these damn strings out my boots. Apparently I’m not trusted with shoe strings. Pass these to the nurse before I get any crazy homicidal ideas.” His voice was sarcastic and annoyed at the nurse for helping enforce this.

Still, he put his heavy boot covered feet out to see if Celestis would really help him take his shoes strings out or if even that was “too close” with her big no touching rule even though they didn’t have to touch each other at all.

“Let’s just do this so I can get back home.”

Home.

It was in that moment he realized that stupid little assisted living cottage with the round tables and all the furniture bolted down for his safety was really his home.

He was actually looking forward to the damn place.

       “SHOULD have stuck with u g l y.  Horrid?  OOO f u g l y!”  Snapping her finger’s as if that was the better version.  It seemed she had a little more fun thinking of other descriptive negatives then LESS h o t.  It sounded to far of an insult to the real Less-Hot Rogue’s out there.

       “Is that a problem your highness?  Compared to what you’re used to being around I think f u g l y thus far is my favorite.  Less insensitive to the real Less-Hot Rogue’s wandering about out there.”  Shrugging,  It wasn’t entirely low-self esteem really, as she seemed to grin just a little, it was just he was setting the bar oh so high in her opinion.

       “Yea?  Well you’re terrible at matchmaking.  Gambit is so not my cup of tea.  So stick to what you’re actually professional at Princess.”  Joking as she’d chuckle having a bit of fun with the selective choice.  Since she’s the oh so FUGLY R o g u e && all.  It meant she’d be stuck with a terrible version of Gambit with a horrid french accent with his eye poking flying cards to dodge.  

       “I’m more of a Peter Parker && Pietro Maximoff kind of girl.  You?”  After all, with all this X Men talk might as well see which way he swings in the Marvel && X Men world.  Brushing her fingers across the buzzed side of her head as she enjoyed the way it felt along her fingertips.

       Celestis did not try to laugh, as she tried to hide her amusement in the way this came about.  Nothing after all was ever sane in this hell hole, but what Hospital Program or Asylum was ever truly sane.  First they went from Marvel && X Men to strings.  So fun.  Having heard the nurse right.  Seeing Bayden, she seemed to sense it instinctively.  But who’s to say he should have all the fun.

       With Bayden’s eyes closed.  She’d look down at her own shoe’s,  seeing the laces, as she’d prefer to kick them off, && leaving them in front of the nurse.  Celestis wouldn’t be running in the mornings for a while.  Not even bothering to un-string them.  Why bother?  That was effort she didn’t seem to bother with.  As she was wearing two different types of colored ankle socks.

       “&& different pants for some of us.”  Guess it was a bad call on sweatpants.  Especially ones that were tied up by string on the inside.  The one day that called for scattered summer rains && she thought this was the good time to wear give up on life pants.  Give up on life hit the mark as today was not her day.  Celestis relented before she’d slip off her sweatpants && threw them at the Nurses feet as well, as she was thankful that her hoodies were always too big for her,  making the sleeves longer && acting more like a dress, somewhat above her knee’s.

       “I don’t make the rules, but I’m all stringed out.”  As if she folded her set of cards.  Acting as if everyone in the room needed to follow the rules right?  The blasphemy of owning strings, && shoe strings is the gateway to sin!  For them.  In Nurses && Doctors eyes anyway.  Though she would have joked about it, more out loud but with the Nurse there, she didn’t want to get Bayden in trouble, but the look on her face as she looked at the Nurse showed Bayden the joke of it all.

       Hesitating for a second as she had to think about it.  Attempting it as she didn’t see the harm.  It’s not something she’s ever done before, that’s for sure.  However as long as she didn’t make skin contact it seemed pretty harmless in theory.  Guessing this was the big leap of faith, she could pull out, && act lazy if it was unsafe for herself.  Pushing her upper body into his sole as she’d start pulling shoe strings from loops carefully.

       “Yeah well, it would suck if my neighbor went crazy over being to stringed out.”  Pulling out all the strings.  “&& it’ll suck if I get stringed along.”  Passing on the string to the Nurse by hand from what she pulled out of his boot, && what Bayden handed to her as she took a step back, rubbing the back of her neck.  

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BAYDEN WARDEYN.

She knew exactly what she wasn’t answering because she started to desperately answer it all after he already starting walking away as if he was still listening.

He said ‘you wish’ and ‘go take a nap’ then he walked away flipping her off. So, all this conversation had to come after his abusive bitch comment.

He heard her talking. It did make him walk slower. However, this time it did not make him turn around or follow her again. He wasn’t a glutton for punishment. He’d had quite enough abuse for today even if she was scrambling needily at the end to salvage something or whatever it was she was doing. He was clueless what she was even referring to when she first opened her mouth again speaking of ages and school grades. The conversation had moved on. It felt so out of timeline that it was confusing for him to even follow it.

She really did need a nap. She needed to sleep and gather her mind and thoughts and become a coherent person that can speak without screaming at him, enunciating like a weirdo which never actually aided anything, just became distracting as fuck, and just talk god damn normal. If she could just ever sit down next to him and have a fucking conversation like a regular person without all the dramatics she’d really make his god damn day.

Mostly, all her vying to impress upon him how intense all this was mostly sounded like she was a coward to him. Who cares if it hurt? Life hurts. Everything hurts. But, that’s how Bayden viewed life. He was a dark soul. She was scared to do anything about her problem. She was hiding from her life not fixing it. But, whatever, not his problem. It was her choice to make. If she wasn’t a cowardice bitch he wouldn’t have had anyone to talk to after all these years in Briarcliff.

He’d go see his therapist and Nurse Janet. He finagled Xanny’s from both. Then he’d even steal some from his mother’s own purse while she wasn’t looking, her own script. He was pretty pissed at Celestis but he was still going to follow through with what he promised. He never did tell her what he wanted from her because he was pissed she even asked the question. She really wasn’t getting what the word friend meant. But, that’s also because he didn’t want anything but to be able to treat her like normal person and not have her freak the fuck out on him like a loco for barely brushing against her. Not touching people wasn’t normal. No wonder the girl acted how she did. How could she ever feel connected to anyone if she never touched anyone? Not even in a casual sense? He didn’t even see how it was possible for her to have switched so few times in a place like this with doctors wanting to poke and prod you all the time. It seemed like she was more scared of it happening than it ever actually happening by the sounds of it. She lived in complete fear with no backbone other than what controls her mouth. The girl was god damn terrified of herself. What a way to live.

He’d be very avoidant of her after that. He’d spent most his time working his program, hanging with Clarissa, and doing his best to get no more marks on his files so he could get back to his assisted living home. It was still within the confines of Briarcliff grounds but after being in the manor hospital with the rest of patients again for so long, the punishment did it’s job, and made him grateful for it. It really was a privilege like no other. The privacy. The room. The perks. The feeling of being almost normal. The ability to order take out. He never thought he’d be so happy to have that ankle monitor put back on.

He felt like a new man the moment he saw those stupid red blipping lights. He still had more restrictions than most people in the program due to his special circumstances, but he was getting there, earning it all back little by little. His mother really was a genius to have managed to make sure the state didn’t lock him away and throw away the key by now. He was learning to appreciate everything she does again. Times got hard. It was a hard situation. But, she kept him going.

He’d been stockpiling the pills for Celestis and hiding them these weeks he’d been avoiding her. He’d steal some. He’d sweet talk some. He’d straight up not take his own. It wasn’t even on his regular scripts but he’d faked some reasons to get them. He was a clever boy. But never did he approach her to give them any to her the whole time. Constant avoidance since that day.

He noticed her hair cut. That was the first reason he avoided her. It felt like a stay the fuck away and don’t touch me after how he touched her hair. More living in fear. More showing she didn’t trust him. More showing she wasn’t open to believing he could be her friend. It just angered him more and Bayden had his own anger issues to do deal with, his own depression. So, she wasn’t helping any. It wasn’t even that the haircut looked bad short. It was kinda cute. He just had a sinking feeling he knew why she did it. It was such a her move.

Now he was about to be her neighbor again. Avoiding could be done, but it’d harder when she was right next door. He didn’t really want to. He wasn’t a coward. He just knew if he got into it with Celestis again there was no way he was ever going get his cottage back. He’d blow up. He wouldn’t be able to hold back next time and just walk away. He didn’t need her messing up his program.

He’d be in his stupid sterile hospital room, with no privacy, door wide open, packing up for his transfer when he happened to see her passing by. He’d yell out. “Hey, Double A. Guess who got their jewelry back?” He stuck his foot up to show off his ankle monitor and then bent back down to tie is shoe.

“Sorry to disappoint you Less-Hot-Rogue but you’re getting your neighbor back.”

She’d forever be Rogue from X-men to him but less hot since Rogue was sexy as fuck because she was god damn brave enough to try.

       SLEEP did not come easy, not that night, nor the many when Celestis was under her depression spell.  Thoughts of Bayden’s conversations, to the mutants that no doubt affiliate with a WITCHES a g e n d a conspiracy,  && her own childhood became unbearable like falling volcanic soot opening up to internal darkness right before disaster happens within Celestis’s own dreams.

       Dim memory's echoed through out her nightmares like a scream — re-opening the past always invited the worse.  The unwanted parts of ourselves.  While some doors are best left closed, unfortunately bringing up the past acted like a key turning in a rusty lock && eerily leading into a spiral of memories.

       Thrown from one foster family to the other.  Adults paid her little mind, && as she got older, when she began to depend on imaginary friends to keep her occupied.  Those foster families grew more concerned when those so called imaginary friends never disappear, in fact, unfortunate things happened around herself.  Things she forgot, began to be recalled.  For this, she remembered she was treated differently then every other child.  Every time she tried to attempt to interact with the others, they would run away screaming, afraid of her very presence in case her imaginary friends began to manifest && hurt them.

       The only sound for a few seconds was the click of a metal lighter.  Foster family members && kids came && went.  C l i c k.  Places she’s lived && left from being shifted around, it seemed she found herself spiraling into memories she hasn’t touched in ages, && came with it more the uglier parts.  The abusive or neglective Foster Families she hadn’t thought of in a very long time.  C l i c k.

       Katherine Greene

       Coming into view so vividly as her words were always these tiny drops of poison entering the bloodstream as Miss Greene threats entered the dim memories, spiked it with childlike anxiety && distrust.

No-one-will-believe-you-hun.

They-will-say-you-are-a-dirty-little-girl-making-up-those-stories-again.

       C l i c k.  WAKING up as panic set her heart knocking around inside her chest, abruptly, hating && fearing made it only worse.  Things of this kind thrived, on discomfort.  She’s never sure what’s worse.  The things she used to see in her own body that she can’t see in Rowan’s or Katherine Greene herself. Worse, she can’t believe she still remembers the sound of her voice piercing through so clearly.  Echoing in the darkest parts of herself as she’d rub her face, Every night was a different night of her.

       Yet the darkest part is sometimes, just sometimes, she’s faced with Miss Greene asking the question she doesn’t want to confront.  In that cynical texan confident tone Katherine always had.

You-sure-about-that-friend-of-yours-Cel?

       Certainly smug at the fact that Bayden wasn’t any different from her own self. From what Miss Greene did, Bayden just happened to do it one step further && that’s something that even Celestis tried not to set side by side.  It left her uneasy so she found it’s easier not to think about or compare the two nightmares but it slips in the mind time to time.

       What stunned Celestis most was how strange it had been to slip back into a normal life.  Well as normal as Asylum life got && the new silence between Bayden.  Guessing being a WITCH just goes about c h a n g e s what they had. However, she’s uncertain && maybe space was better.  Not that she helped. . . going through her depression phase of cutting her hair after they talked.  Two weeks passed && she'd been sleeping well, eating better, && had even gotten back to her own habits of waking up at 5:30am to be training/running by 6am. The first two weeks with her depression had been difficult, everything just got stuck in a standstill but proved easier with time.  Moving on was her only way for her to survive.

       Burying Katherine six feet under, back into her subconscious memory in hopes she doesn’t come back to surface though she’s never truly buried.  The past never was really buried, it always had a way of coming around.  Spending her time && energy going back to the basics; the HISTORY of C a l i f o r n i a && running what horse trails she could find.  Without Bayden it was hard to say what was a trail, what was a path, && what the hell she was doing/mapping.  The progress in the pace she hoped, was aggravating because without him it was hard to tell what was what out there.  It also made things a lot harder, when she couldn’t run her normal distances to even get the depth she needed.  Without him this part falls to far cold.

       && between mapping that mess without a skilled guide like Bayden, she would spend her time going back to the beginning of things.  Whatever Celestis could get her hands on.  Whatever book’s she could find around the Asylum about Californa, whatever she could find on Horrorvilles early History was the start of keeping herself occupied.  Along with the early History of Medicine && Doctors.  Knowing there will always be that one shitty museum that talks about the town’s history but that took money && freedom she didn’t have right now.  Steering clear of finding out about the History of Wardeyn’s, as she had questions, the kind that came late at night listed in her head, but instead of perusing something she was hesitant about she’d stick to the beginning of early History of Medicine’s && Doctors that fit the timeline of California’s History.  Keeping herself off.  It was just not something she was ready to face yet.

       It left her busy.  They left one another alone.  She didn’t go into his space or break into his cabin to do anything in-between there silence between them.  Almost missing him yelling out at her.  Pausing in her tracks, as it’s been a while but it was hard to miss the Double-A  && mistake it for someone else.  Time, Celestis told herself. In time, it wouldn’t hurt.  “I need a fast-forward button,” she muttered to herself.  

       Feeling this will get really awkward really fast.  Slowly going back she’d lean her back into the doorframe, with her arms slowly crossed over her chest.  Her eyes gazed down at the ankle monitor, as she watched him tie his shoe.

       “Less-Hot-Rogue?  The fuck Bayden, there was nothing hot about Rowen’s or my own body to begin with.”  Her own body wasn’t any better then Rowan’s appearance.  Underneath it all, they shared the same scars, but she didn’t go about thinking about the taser && cigarettes’ burns, along with the little other marks underneath.  Hot was never something Celestis saw in Rowen or honestly in herself.  She just sort of saw herself as average-ish looking as Rowen always looked childish to her.  She always saw Rowen && hated the way she looked but she already made that pretty well known.

       “Stick to Double-A.”  Not really sure what to think with his Rogue comment as that came out of the blue.  How long did it take him to think of that one?  && why the comparison.  Getting side tracked for a moment thinking.  

       “Keep an eye out on your carrier flag, Princess.”  Considering the best way to welcome someone back, is giving a gift or something along those lines as she had an idea or two. 

    “Need any help Bayden?”  Raising an eyebrow, as she doubted he really needed it, but it felt better to offer.

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[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.

Believe it not Bayden didn’t hate Janice. He considered her a friend in this lunatic asylum. Yes, she got a little power play-ish on him because she was the nurse in charge of his well being and they did cross lines in ways in appropriate, but Bayden would cry his eyes out if she ever got fired. She’s the only employee in the place he feels he can turn to. It’s a complicated relationship that shouldn’t exist as it is and a completely fire-able offense. He has no idea what Janice’s relationship is like with Rowan or anyone else. He only knows he’d always used the lady to his advantage until the past year when some of the tables got turned on him. He’s had to make some peace with that.

“That’s pretty close to my motto. I’m down.”

Fail big. He was about it. He was the star of that play. His name was in neon lights for every production.

She shoved him.

Bayden jerked his hand away from the shove instinctually too.

Then she covered up like Bayden was the plague himself and had cooties.

Her voice was sharp and pointed.

Scolding.

It’s fucking dangerous? Since when does Rowan talk like that? It really took Bay aback.

He can’t touch her. He didn’t understand why not. He almost didn’t care why not. All he really knew was the one real friend he had in the whole world just went loco on him and scolded him like he needed to go in the time corner for touching her hair. The one real friend in the world he had left and he wasn’t allowed to make human contact. Of course not. Of course his life would be that shitty.

He begs God for one damn friend in the world and he gets sent mother fucking Rogue from Xmen? What kind of sick joke was that?

He didn’t move for a long time. He just stared off with a scowl on his face. At least that’s how it would appear to Rowan. To Bayden he’d be contemplating the ridiculous misfortune and misery of his existence.

All hope was lost in that moment.

His chest hurt.

His stomach hurt.

Well his secret little fantasy of what all those years of Valentine’s meant just died and got buried six feet under with the horse and all the goo the mutants turned it into.

Her life sucked.

His life sucked.

Life would always fucking suck.

Guess he was still on countdown to see Mr. Cortez and hope for new scheme outta here after all. He wouldn’t be trapped in this asylum if he could trap his soul in the Hotel Cortez instead.

Fuck it.

Bayden had a lot going on inside. He really wasn’t doing well. He got up from the couch in the community room. He didn’t say much back to her. He didn’t even ask why. She wouldn’t talk to him here anyway. He was sick of hearing stupid comments that meant nothing in return.

“No fucking problem. I won’t. Okay, well I’m going to my room now.”

       IF there was one thing Celestis knew it was that Bayden was an open book.  She could see the way he looked.  The emotions expressed from his face && gestured body language.  Read between the lines of what he was thinking as he took her by surprise earlier but she didn’t know where that came from.  Why?  

       Two things she noticed about Bayden is that he got under her skin sometimes.  Making her feel things when she used to never feel anything.  It annoyed her.  All Guarded && insecure.  All bruises && daisies.  How she went out of her way to do things she’d never do.  He’s also very weird.  However, she can’t say weird was bad on him.

       She brushed back the hair he touched as she found herself in a complicated mess.  Something that wouldn’t be fixed if she didn’t do something.  Tugging at the hood.  Feeling flustered && anxious.  Two things she didn’t normally feel inside her.  Knowing she should keep quiet she should guard herself the best way she knew how.  Exhaustion sinking in mingling with the depression as well.  She was already screwed with her doctors && therapists . . .  She could lie with flying color’s && pass a lie detector test to protect Bayden but she couldn’t lie about herself.

       Failing that section of the questions horribly when they came up about herself.  There was no going around it as she knew they knew she still believed she was as they diagnosed her ‘delusional’.  No matter how well she faked it verbally to them that she was doing better as Rowan.  Clever enough to finally tell them what they want to hear but never meaning what comes out of her fake lips.  Not anymore.  Fuck it.  She got on the couch && stood on it making her taller, taking down her hood, cupping her hands over her lips making sure she was loud enough for the entire damned Asylum to hear her!

       “First thing you need to know about me is — I don't have PARAn o r m a l experiences. I am a PARAn or m a l experience.”

       “Second? My name is CELESTIS DAVENPORT && I have hazel-greenish eyes && I look like some extra in a horrid prepubescent mermaid show that never got popular with some dumb name like Chloe or Cleo t y p e.”  No lie there.  The way Rowan dresses her own self from Instagram is all gags && garbage.

       “Don’t you d a r e turn around I’m not DONE.”  She bust out demandingly as if this wasn’t humiliating enough for her.  It was easier staring at Bayden’s back while making a freak show case out of herself in a damn Aslyum.  Loudly yelling like a lunatic as she was so loud she lowered her hands from her mouth no longer needing it as she caught a lot of attention now.

       “I’m no fucking VIRGO ( September 13th ).”  Damn right.  She didn’t know what the hell she really was constellation wise, but she's sure as h e l l knows she ain’t that one.  Always loathing having to say it every damn time she had to tell someone Rowan Delacour’s birthday for medical reasons.  Therapy reasons.  Reasons.  It just felt good in it’s own way just finally saying it out loud then always thinking it.

       “But here I am — R o w a n.  This brown haired.  Brown eyed. Who has annoying brown freckles that happens to be the VIRGO you see.  Institutionalized for self-harm, a danger to oneself && obviously others too. OH!  && let’s not fucking forget delusions.  Since I’m known to have impulsive exchanged mind && personality fantasy's.”

       “I’m damn sure I was LOUD enough for the b a c k to hear.  Careful might just impulsively exchange delusional fantasy's if not.”  Stepping down from the couch in a fierce anger from utter embarrassment.  Bending down, && with strength she didn’t have using a little mental power ( telekinesis ) Celestis flipped the couch on it’s side.  Kicking it twice.  First kick knocked it over clattering to the ground, as the next forced it to drag a couple inches away from her as she had a lot more strength in her legs then her arms ( but she's known to have a really mean left hook ).

       Could she body swap into a tortoise now?  That sounded heavenly.  Desiring to hide in a shell since hoodie’s were not protective enough. Depressed.  Frustrated.  Feeling like a freak show case.  Pulling her hood over her head again.  Crossing her arms over her chest, tucking her hands in her crossed arms hiding them, as she’d turn on her heel && storm the opposite direction of Bayden.  It was so silent for a moment she could hear her own breathing which made her feel trapped.  Fuming.  

       Was that so hard?  YES.  All of that. ✔ Yes.  Raising her leg up, she’d kick into the crash bar forcing the metal door to swing open aggressively from the force.  Walking out as there weren’t many places to escape in this hell hole.  

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