A/N: This was heavily inspired by the song "Cigarette Daydream"... haha...
Also, I've decided to have the name of this girl be Desdamona - it was previously Eris, but this name is... it works for my plans because I'm a nut and need to have names mean a certain specific thing that applies to characters!
Sitting in the hotel while it rained brought an eerie lonely feeling that Ophelia couldn't particularly explain, despite the company she had.
The girl next to her had cracked the window open and was staring adoringly at the rain, even closing her eyes and taking a deep inhale.
This inspired Ophelia to do the same, savoring the enjoyable smell the wet pine trees above them brought.
The girl looked over and smirked, her puzzlingly colored eyes sparkled with the mischief Ophelia was getting slowly getting used to.
"What?" Ophelia voiced quietly, unsure of herself and the gaze Eris had leveled her with.
Des's smirk mellowed, and she sighed. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out and do something fun..."
Ophelia must have looked skeptical because Des chortled.
"Listen, Choir Room," she began, lightly socking Ophelia in the arm. "You don't gotta do anything you don't want to, I'm just messing with you."
Shaking her sandy blonde hair loose from the messy bun she had had it in, she looked to Ophelia again. "Hey, you don't mind if I smoke, right?"
Des pulled out a pack from her jacket pocket and extracted one before looking thoughtfully at the curious glance Ophelia spared the cigarettes. "You want one?" Des offered with another small smirk.
Ophelia looked into Des's eyes momentarily in shock of the offer. She was going to object, but her expression turned contemplative.
"Okay," Ophelia nodded hesitantly.
Des smirked with pride before thumping another cigarette out of the pack and offered it to her.
"You want me to light it for you?" Des asked as she lit her own.
Ophelia shook her head, taking the lighter herself. "I saw my uncle do this plenty of times... but thanks," Ophelia added.
She placed the cigarette in her mouth and as she ignited the flame, she gently drew the heat in the cigarette with a gentle pull through the tabaco and nicotine in the wrapping
"Your dad lets you do this shit?" Ophelia asked strained, masking a slight cough at the invasion of her lungs.
Des snorted and leaned back on the luxurious bay window of the motel. "Hell no!" She laughed lowly. "But I'm almost eighteen now. Not like he can do shit."
Ophelia took a moment of observing the nonchalant and experienced way Des took a pull of her cigarette with a furrowed brow. Experimentally, Ophelia mimicked and felt the sensation of the smoke fill her lungs first-hand. It startled Ophelia to see the smoke emit from her nose somehow, and that brought an unexpected laugh from her, causing the smoke to seep out of her nose and mouth. This made Des laugh as well.
"There you go!" Des encouraged with a chuckle. "You'll get used to it if you do it regularly."
The girls became quiet, each taking puffs of their cigarettes, watching the rain.
Their fathers were hunting a few demons, deciding for their daughters that they'd stay behind.
The girls had had no qualms - demons were an inexperienced danger they both wanted nothing of. Not yet, at least.
Ophelia dreams were still haunted by Damon, and Des... well, from what she confided in Ophelia, it seemed her own memories still haunted her.
"Lia, do you ever miss your mom?" Des inquired suddenly, her voice quiet and faraway.
Surprised by the question, Ophelia's head swiveled to stare at her friend.
Ophelia immediately felt small, looking at her knees - which were hugged to her body to shelter herself from the chill of the rain.
"Yeah," Ophelia responded, laying her head on her knees to peer at her friend beside her. Des never spoke of either of their mothers.
"I was thinking about it recently," Des said matter-of-factly, nodding to herself. "I don't miss mine."
She looked to Ophelia with a small, sardonic smile. "I mourn the idea of her, I've decided."
That made sense... Ophelia didn't voice this. She only nodded.
Des stared at her friend, studying the way her bony shoulders sheltered herself and her knees delicately. She looked fragile.
"I think you should stop listening to your dad so much," Des said abruptly, looking very resolute.
Ophelia was once again surprised, but she only rolled her eyes with a self-depreciating laugh. "'Cuz that'll go great," she retorted.
"I'm serious," Des cut in, shaking her head. Maneuvering herself to sit to face Ophelia, she continued. "Your dad saps the energy and spirit outta you," Des explained vehmently. "Show him attitude! Get your way!"
Ophelia looked doubtful and hesitant.
"You'd feel more confident, I promise you," Des added.
Ophelia shook her head. "I don't wanna do that."
Des stared a moment more before shrugging. "At least you made that decision. I can respect that..." she leaned nonchalantly against the wall once more.
"Want another?" Des asked, picking up her pack again and offering it to Ophelia. Nodding, Ophelia gently picked out another.
Des lit both the cigarettes and they started a conversation about creatures they hadn't seen and those they wanted to.
It wasn't until the silence that had fallen between them, that their fathers were suddenly there, opening the door.
Des seemed unphased, even at her father's exclamation of, "Desdemona!" - but she immediately put out the cigarette. Ophelia, however, panicked.
When the door had swung open, she had jumped a full foot and scrambled to put out the incriminating stick of death out.
When she looked up, she briefly noticed Des father's exasperated but resigned look. But when she looked at her father, she froze.
He was neither angry nor surprised... his ragged and slightly bloody face had a far off look. The look usually reserved for the accompanying sentence of "you look like your mother right now".
With a small sigh, Ophelia's father pumped his fingers, clenching his fist but then releasing. With a silent head-jerk towards the door, he and his daughter made their way to their room.
They packed up in silence, Ophelia's hands trembling unceasingly.
The moment they entered Wanda, her father's hand lingered upon the keys in the ignition.
He turned suddenly, causing Ophelia to instinctually flinch into the seat back behind her
"You ain't smokin', kid," he said gruffly and shortly.
Nodding inauidibly, Ophelia distracted herself by petting Teagan - who was in the back seat with her.
Her father turned back around, his hands once again lingering. "Your ma wouldn't like it," he said matter-of-factly. "She wouldn't want you gettin' into her habit, yuh hear?"
"Yessir," Ophelia responded immediately.
As Wanda started up, Ophelia looked to her friend's window. She was surprised to see Desdamona standing at the window waving with her smirk upon her face, mouthing the words: "I'll call you!"
Smiling softly, Ophelia nodded and waved again as they pulled out of the parking lot.
A/N: Yay for flashbacks! Thar's so many in dis story. *eyeroll*