Bananun Ficlet - Going Going Gone
Anon asked: Bananun. Apollyon gets ill (please don't kill the dog!) and Mary Eunice gets just as worried as Lana. (Bonus if after Apollyon recovers -which he WILL - Mary Eunice goes all out on loads of toys and treats while trying to be all nonchalant and denying she even cares about the damn mutt.)
A little fluffier than usual. And I'm miffed that you'd think I'd kill off darling Apollyon.
Rated T
"Come on you little fuck, eat something."
Mary Eunice slapped the counter top with the palm of her hand as she chewed on her bottom lip, her golden eyes on the dog at her feet. The animal had its head between its front paws, brows knitted together and tail swimming against the floor with difficulty.
"If you die-" She began her threat, but let it float there as Apollyon looked up, dark eyes sad. "Okay." She knelt down to sit besides the dog, and took its head into her hands, looking into his face. "Apollyon, listen to me. Can you get better? I'm not about to say please here, but you can imagine I did. Get better. Otherwise you'll break mommy's heart and I can't have that." She paused as she scratched an ear. "And you might just break mine, just don't repeat it." The blonde added in a whisper.
"Hi."
Mary Eunice's head snapped up and she glared openly at Lana, her back bristling. The brunette held shopping bags in her arms and she put them down slowly on the kitchen counter as she gazed at Apollyon.
"I, ah, I stopped by the vet's. I got the dog equivalent of stomach medicine. She says it might be that."
"She hasn't seen him."
"If you want to carry him to her office, be my guest." Lana shook her head. "He's not budging. He hasn't moved in three days, Mary, he's not about to get in the car." She turned away to open a cupboard, hand reaching back into one of the brown paper bags. The blonde knew a tear had escaped. Maybe a few.
"You can't get her here?"
Lana glanced over her shoulder at Mary Eunice, before dropping her chin to her chest, sagging against the hard surface her knuckles were tight against.
"Mary, Mary he might just be-" She paused to take in a breath, one that rattled in her ribcage. "He might just be going."
"Lana-"
"Forget it." The brunette threw one last can into the cupboard before closing it with a certain finality. She bent down to pass her hand against Apollyon's ears before leaving the kitchen, no spare look given to the blonde.
Mary Eunice glanced down at the dog. "I'm about to do something incredibly stupid, Apollyon."
He whined up at her.
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"Mary Eunice?"
"Oh shit-" The blonde scrambled to stand up, tripping over a chew toy as she reached for the kitchen door. "Ahh, back here! Give me a minute!" She yelled inside, before slamming the glass door close and glancing around the backyard, littered with toys. She tried her best to stuff them back in their shopping bags. "Shit, fuck, Jesus fucking-"
"What are you doing out here?"
Mary Eunice looked up into questioning black eyes, and she grimaced as she fiddled with her hands, trying to find her words. "I'm, ah, cleaning up?"
"Mary, were you playing?"
"What?" The blonde scoffed, sticking her hands into her back pockets. "Nonsense."
"What's with all the dog toys? Are these new? They're not Apollyon's." She paused, eyes on the dark animal chewing enthusiastically on a rubber bone. "Apollyon?" Lana sat down on the concrete steps as their Bernese mountain dog ran up to her, paws suddenly up on her chest and his tongue lapping furiously at her face. He barked once, twice, as she ruffled his fur, laughing.
"Mary, he's healthy again!"
"Is he?" The blonde asked, seemingly uninterested.
"How did you do it?"
"Who said I did anything?"
The brunette stood and wrapped her arms around her lover's waist, her chin on the blonde's shoulder as they both watched their pet run circles around the yard. "I know you did something."
Mary Eunice glanced sideways at her. "You can't prove anything."
"You care about him."
"Do not."
Lana stifled her laughter against the side of her neck.
"I hope you really love him though."
The brunette looked up. "Of course I do. Why?" Mary Eunice grimaced, and she stood straight, black eyes looking into golden ones. "Mary, you did not."
"I kinda did."
They both turned to watch Apollyon, the blonde proud of herself, the brunette with horror in her eyes.
