I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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

-I pin the flower into the side of the dress as the doll stands before me, watching me do my work. I try to keep the needle from biting into my skin, as I continue to stitch the skirt onto the body. I bite into my lip a little, turning my head to spot Donna trying to set up the vinyl player, and soon she makes eye contact with me.
-"You know I can see you through the dolls?" Donna asks, a smile coming onto her face as I flicker my vision between her and the doll in question.
-I smile back. "If you think that's gonna stop me from staring at you, then you're not going to get an A on your Do I know (Y/N) test." I say, looking back and pulling the thread through the cotton and ending my stitch, finishing up on the body of the work I'm making. "I can't wait until we can get some music in here. Listening to Moreau's weird podcasts aren't necessarily what I'd consider a good day worth of life."
-Moreau was above us, and as much as the walls kept Heisenberg and us at a good enough distance, the ceiling didn't do as well. I could almost make out what some of the things the men on the podcast would say, but in all honesty I don't think I cared to know. I just know that they could be a bit loud if Salvatore didn't have his hearing aids in.
-"Alcina suggested a couple of jazz vinyls for us, even managed to get us one of hers." Donna tells me, and I look to her as the doll twirled around on the table to test their new dress. "I think she's finally warming back up to you."
-"I'd hope so. But I also don't blame her for hating me." I say, getting up and walking over as I crouch beside Donna, pushing the cords into the outlet for her. "I mean, she really did have it all, and I'm just surprised I even managed to convince her to side with us."
-"I am too, really. More so surprised with Moreau, but I think he's having a better time than she is." Donna stands, and I stand with her. "I'm just so glad that we finally get to really be together, these past months."
-"It felt like I was so far away from you then." I drag my finger upon the vinyl player, dust collecting at my finger tip. "I hope you know that I didn't intend to be--"
-"You just wanted a happy ending, for everyone." Donna takes my hand in hers and we make eye contact as I turn to face her. "I hated you for it, but it's what I love about you.. That you put so much heart into saving everyone even if you couldn't feel anything at all.. Right?"
-Mother Miranda, simply existing, ate away at my humanity. Her presence is what destroyed my sense of empathy, making mw feel like a psychopath. But now that I have the sunlight to bask upon me, and a warm hand holding mine, I could tell my heart was beating with real blood again, even if it wasn't all mine.
-"I can.. Still feel her sometimes." I say, my grip on Donna's hand growing tighter as I say it. "I hope that you don't."
-"...No, I don't." Donna puts both of her hands with mine. "But I'm sorry that you do.. I'm always here for you, and if you ever need me to help release the tension, I'll be there."
-I nod, smiling a little more so before looking to the vinyl player. "So, put a song on! It's been a while since I've gotten a chance to dance with Amore Mio in a while."
-Donna giggles, before responding in full Italian in which I can't quite register all of it, I just know she said something about me being stupid and silly and that she adores my attempts at something. The song is placed on the vinyl and turned on, and the needle is going across the disc. It starts out as static, as I take Donna's hands in mine and pull her into the middle of the living room. Her hand goes to my shoulder and the other to my side, as my hands mirror her actions and she looks up at me with a pleasant smile upon her face.
-The music begins, and our movements are slow and amble as I feel the mood set in the room. It feels almost awkward at first, listening to a language I didn't quite understand right off the bat, but the music sounds romantic enough.
-This is coming from an author that can't understand the language and is just imagining that it's cute to slow dance too please don't come at me plz plz plz I am but an ignorant fool
-I listen to the porcelain clicking around us as Angie mimicks our movements with a random doll and I give her a glance before my eyes go to Donna.
-"I hope you don't mind the idea of us dancing like this more often?" I ask, with the softest voice I can manage.
-"No, I'd love to dance like this every day of my life if we can." Donna says. "Of our life, I mean.. I don't think we plan on dying without each other."
-"No, I'm taking you down with me."
-"I'm way older than you."
-"Yeah? Not by my memory."
-"Considering how long you've been alive I mean, not mentally.. Or blood wise."
-"You think I consumed their lifespan when I consumed their powers too?"
-"I think that's a question for when we're not trying to have a soft moment."
-I nod silently, biting my bottom lip a little as I do so. "...Then do you think I consumed any romantic charm then?"
-Donna giggles a bit, shaking her head. "Any charm you had, you came in with, and you didn't get any more than that."
-"Is that an insult I smell?"
-"I'm just saying I think you came in perfect, and you're perfect now.. Just with a little bit extra."
-"Ah, so like you, with the extra being Angie."
-"I can hear you!" Angie squeals at me, and I smile a little wider.
-"Yeah, Angie is a bit extra." I add on. "But at least she keeps things interesting."
-"You mean chaotic?"
-"Like I don't mind a little bit of chaos."
-A knock comes to the door and we slow down in our motions, and my eyes go to the clock. I hold my breath for a second, taking it in before I look down at Donna.
-"You have a session, don't you?" She asks, and I nod, taking both of her hands in mine and pressing light kisses to her knuckles.
-"Don't worry, I'll try to make this quick." I say, but I can see the concern on her face.
-"Just don't let them turn you into a weapon."
-I shake my head. "No, it'll be okay Donna. You've got nothing to worry about, promise."
-She nods, and I give her a quick peck on the lips before I leave her alone in the living room.