I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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First Person P.O.V - Donna

-it was not long after watching Ethan Winters rush through the death trap that Karl made, that Mother Miranda had sent us home, and I couldn't help but feel anxious and the idea that maybe, she wasn't any none the wiser than she must have been beforehand. I have the sinking feeling that there was no way she didn't know, about the plan, about everything. She had to have known, but I trust my Love, and I believe them when they tell me that she doesn't. Maybe I'm a fool for that.
-(Y/N) never discussed where they'd be after they had met with Ethan, just that they'd be hiding. Even as I walk home with Angie in my arms, listening to her bramble out my worries into words, there is no amount of venting through her that would get the unsettling feeling out of my chest. But I recall a conversation that I had once, I can't remember who, I can't remember a lot of things. But they had told me, that if it was my intuition I would feel it more so in my stomach than my chest, so I'm betting on that, that I'm wrong.
-"We should go find them!" Angie said. "After all, we're not even--"
-I shush Angie lightly, silencing the voice of my inner thoughts. The idea that Mother Miranda might not even know was comforting, slightly. But the other idea that maybe she was listening, and that it would be my foolishness to get us all caught in our plan, that was too much to bare.
-"When Ethan gets here, we're going to have to be prepared. He's going to go right through Alcina." I speak quietly.
-I rush to the doors of my house and pull the blinds closed, feeling every ounce of my anxiety wash over me, and the letting it do so and take me down as soon as I sit on the couch, and pull off my veil. I take a deep breath, trying to really figure out if it is just in my chest or if it is in my stomach, because I can't really tell.
-"Are you okay?" I jumped slightly at the voice that speaks to me, I haven't heard of hallucination in a while, but it turns out it's not one. I turn to my right and spot (Y/N) standing in the doorway, and I can't help the smile that comes on my face, and the happy cry that comes out of Angie.
-"You're hiding here?" I ask, standing up and walking a little faster than I anticipated to, reaching my arms forward and grabbing them in an embrace.
-"Yeah, I'd rather be no where else." They wrap their arms back around me, I close my eyes and take in the calmness, the great amount of sheer pleasure that comes just from being near them.
-"I'm so glad you're okay." I said calmly. "Thank God."
-"Of course I am."
-"Well-- Yes, just.." I step back, putting my hands on their shoulders and looking into their eyes. "It's just with the Village up in flames the way that it is, I was just.. Worried, Mother Miranda would get to you first."
-"Even if she did, you have to put the plan first."
-"The plan." I nod. "I have something to tell you."

First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)

-"She fucking-- what?!" I actually cannot believe what I am hearing right now. Mother Miranda, she actually.. "S-So Rosemary is in that? That yellow canister??"
-"Yes."
-"Fuck, Donna--"
-"She's still alive!" She offers me the canister. "Heisenberg has his own, so does Alcina and Moreau. The trick is that Ethan has to get all four and then Rosemary will be back in one piece."
-"What's the point of that?" I ask, furrowing my brows in confusion.
-"I'm not sure. But I think it's some ritual, so Rosemary can become Eva."
-"Mother Miranda has the stupidest ideas." I shake my head. "I don't think that's it. Mother Miranda has smarter ideas than that."
-"You think it's to get him up against all the lords?"
-"Like Heisenberg said she would." I nod, and I take a deep breath and let it out. "Okay, well.. Hopefully, Alcina knows how to handle him, and all goes well in the castle. She's just gotta follow the plan."
-"I'm sure she will." Donna put her hand on my shoulder, setting the canister to the side and getting my attention to her. "You and I both know he's coming here next so let's just.. Wait this out, get ready for the conversation we're going to have."
-I nod quietly, taking her hands in mine and pressing light kisses to them before I let a smile take my features. "Where's Angie?"
-"She went upstairs to panic about Mother Miranda.. I'm worried that there's a chance she might know."
-"Why?"
-"I don't know, I suppose I'm just.. Worried, overreacting." Donna shrugs. "But if she does, can we.. Can we run? Just the two of us?" I press my lips together and I shake my head slightly.
-"I don't think I could do that." I say. "Let's enjoy us now, though. We haven't gotten to enjoy just the two of us for a while."
-Donna smiles, teeth and all before I pull her by her hands into the foyer. Around the table, I walk over to the vinyl player (that is there now because I said so) and I placed the record on, having to knock the gears into it a couple of times before it started chiming out the tunes. My hands go back to Donna, and the upbeat music plays, causing me to hop on my toes and bring up the mood.
-She's already giggling with a happy smile on her face as I make her go in circles with me, I make her twirl, and I hug her, all together we're just dancing around the foyer. The lights in this place had never been brighter, even though what surrounds us has been darkness and blood and gore, I'm sure there's still some of it staining my clothes. I don't care, however. As long as Donna smiles.
-"Oh! I was thinking of making smoothies!" Donna said excitedly, looking at me with the beauty I fell in love with in her eye. "I've got all the fruits downstairs!"
-"Well shit, let's make smoothies."
-"LANGUAGE." I catch Angie mid air and I feel her hands go at my forearm and I hold her like that before we go towards the elevator and wait.
-The kitchen had all the fruits we needed sitting on the counter, fresh and neat, washed and all. Blending them together felt more like an awkward hallucination, given Donna didn't have a blender and it all just somehow worked out. It was Angie who made the most mess as Donna managed the smoothie into two seperate cups.
-"Y'know, when this is all over with," I speak, "We're gonna get a blender."
-"Yeah? So then I don't have to use any of my powers?"
-"Yeah!" I nod. "And, we'll.. We'll figure out how to help you, get out there. We'll help Moreau and everyone else."
-"Is this all about all of us?" Donna asks, and I nod.
-"There will be a good ending." I say. "I'll make sure of it.. This smoothie is good though, for not being blended up in a real blender."
-"I tried my best." Donna leans forward towards me and rests her chin onto my shoulder, her head against my jaw as she takes a sip of her own. "I hope the rest of our lives will be like this."
-"Yeah? I hope so too." I lean my own head against hers, and I press a kiss against the top of her head, ignoring the sound of Angie playing with pots and pans in the cupboard below. "I didn't think you'd be this sweet when I got a look at your portrait at the church."
-"I'm not really fond of that image." Donna admits. "I suppose I just didn't want my face to be on there, and I'm sure only Moreau can stand being looked at."
-"No, I don't think so. I just think he has to.. Do you have any idea what he looked like before all of this? Before the Megamycete?"
-"I'm pretty sure he was a fisherman.. He has a lot of stories and they always change, he's got something with his memory."
-"Hm.. So I can't take anything he says as permanence." I say. "He's got that mother tattoo however, and I don't think you folks can get tattoos here."
-"You mean the heart on his arm?"
-"Yeah.." I gulp down the last bits of my smoothie. "I think you'd look good with tattoos."
-"Me?"
-"Yeah, like creepy crawly bugs and dolls all over your arms and stuff."
-"We should get me one after this!" Donna wraps her arms around mine and stands up straight beside me. "Possibly go on dates like they do in the romance novels, and look at the stars. We could see so many things!"
-"We will." I nod. "We're going to. Angie can come with us, but she can't go floating around or anything."
-"I know how to make that work." Donna smiles. "I just.." Her smile fades rather quick before looking away from me, and I can see the gloom flood her features.
-"What's wrong?"
-"Well, we can't do any of that.." Donna let's me go, covering her face with both of her hands. "I'm hideous."
-"Oh, quiet." I shake my head. "You're gorgeous.. Besides, if you still need to wear your veil, then you should, and by then, we'll find something to.. Y'know, help with it."
-"Help with what?"
-"If you're unhappy, we're gonna work on making you happy. Get you an eye patch maybe, medicine might help make it smaller, than we'll figure it out. But no matter what, you're gorgeous, and all that matters is you being happy."
-"But are you happy?" Donna turns to me, keeping her growth hidden but looking between the cracks of her fingers.
-I let out a short laugh, reaching forward and taking her hands from her face. I look at her face, every part of it, and I smile.
-"I have never been happier."
-There is a loud banging on the front doors upstairs.