Poetry in Motion

27

Makeup could honestly work wonders, well, at least to a point it could; Imelda didn't wish to layer a lot of foundation on, what would be the point? Yes, it would hide the bruise on her face, but also with rushing about at work, without being disgusting, it'd just sweat off. Like to her that just seemed like an utter waste of the product. That wasn't to say she wasn't opting to at least put some on, just to take some of the harsher dark blue almost grey edges off the bruise on her face. Lipstick could hide the cuts on her lips, even if whenever she pressed her lips firmly together, she could still feel the small scabs there.

All in all, if Imelda saw herself in a diner, she, not to be rude, would be very sceptical about ordering from her. She had tried to make an effort, she couldn't help but scoff at that, an effort to look normal when all she felt was aches and pains. She'd tied her hair up, wrapping it around the tie and creating a bun, her pink waitress dress just looked too garish and colourful in the yellow lighting of her bathroom. She was checking her makeup, her hair, just about anything and everything to just drag out leaving her home.

It was concerning, of course it was, going to the shops had been an effort, an ordeal, but work...Imelda looked to the constantly dripping tap and clicked her tongue. There was just nothing for it, she was going to just have to rip that bandage off and try and get through this day the best she could; even if in herself she did not feel at all confident or good.

Arthur had stayed, she had tried to get him to go home, not because she didn't want him here, of course she did, but she also suspected the man would stay awake all night to make sure she slept fine. Which was sweet, a little daunting and odd but totally an Arthur thing to do, but it also would not help him with his work day. She guessed he was going into work, even with himself being a bit banged up too; not that he entirely seemed to give a second thought towards that, just solely concentrating on her even though Imelda wished he'd take time to worry about his own injuries.

Hearing a gentle but hesitant knock on the door, Imelda sighed and reached across to open the door. Arthur looked awkward, yet also sorry that he came searching for her, even though she was not far at all. "We've got to get going, or else you'll be late." Arthur's voice was as hesitant as his expression, honestly it was clear he'd rather her not go into work too, but she was going, Imelda was adamant on that.

Puffing out her cheeks and exhaling slowly, she gave a nod and sidled past him with a gentle pat to his arm. It was kind of him to walk her to work, even though the pair worked in totally different directions within the city. It was such an Arthur thing, clearly, even if it puts him behind, that he had to make sure she was okay, and she managed to get to work without any issue. Slipping on her coat with a thoughtful look, Imelda slipped her shoes on too and pocketed her keys before opening the door for them both. "You said the pharmacist doesn't have your medication anymore, right?" Imelda piped up, completely out of the blue seems they weren't even talking about that.

"Yeah, why?" Arthur's tone sounded harder than he intended, he probably had an expression to match. He didn't often like talking about his medication with her, she knew he took a variety, and Arthur would rather keep it as casual as that. It took him a lot to even talk about his meetings with Debra.

Imelda reached down and wrapped her arm around his as they walked along the corridor, although Arthur did just quickly nip into his apartment to grab his stuff and to make sure Penny was fine before joining her side again. "Sorry, didn't mean to put you on the spot. I just remembered you saying, but with everything that's happened for us both in the last few days...I didn't really register how screwed that is. So, would you need to go further afield for them?"

"I'm not bothering," Arthur pushed the elevator button, Imelda sharply looked up at him. Rolling his eyes, Arthur would much rather talk about anything else but this. Even Thomas Wayne would be a better topic for him right now, not this.