“So angry,” Allen says with his easy, genial smile, a softer version for so early in the morning. He’s fond of her and her brother, still thinks of them as the orphan kids who asked to live in the room above his bakery years and years ago.
“A coffee and pastry would help with that,” she responds, grumpy, but with far less bite than she would with most anyone else.
She’s pretty fond of him, too.
Allen shakes his head, tuts at her; the flour in his hair blends in with the patches of gray and white. He still thinks of her as a kid, but she also sometimes forgets how old he really is.
“You need sleep, not caffeine and sugar. And I need to bake today’s bread, not babysit a brat. Upstairs with you now, your brother’s waiting.”
It’s not Allen’s fault that’s a lie.
She hears it a lot–
You don’t look very happy.
Shouldn’t you smile more, then?
Your parents were pretty wrong about that.
–the last one usually causes her to lash out, parents are a touchy subject for good reason, but it’s not exactly inaccurate.
There’s not a lot in her life that matches her name.
The world has gotten a lot stranger in the past year or so. Or perhaps it’s always been strange and only now she’s beginning to notice, only now it’s beginning to resurge.
Regardless, she prides herself on being the best; on being so skilled that rumors whisper maybe something is strange about her, too.
It’s sheer competence, mostly, with some engineering and parkour of course. And luck, she’d grudgingly admit.
Still, she makes a name for herself, one much larger than herself, and for a while she thinks that’s enough.
One night she runs into a man who can turn into a literal wolf.
Luck isn’t enough.
She always loves the wrong people.
People who will leave her–whether they want to or not. People who would rather see her in jail than free. People who could never make her happy.
When she meets Ann, she thinks this time will be the exception.
And for a while, it is.
Just a little while.
Ann doesn’t mean to leave her, doesn’t want to leave her, but leave she does.
(A decade later, Joy will realize that even if Ann had stayed it wouldn’t have worked. Normal people falling in love with gods rarely ends happily)
A/N: I realize, terribly belatedly, that I should have saved all of my (_7) Word Prompts for some kind of DoS Lucky Sevens thing… because there are a few golden ones (like, N7 Ninja or T7 Teamwork or E7 Emotion or even S7 Sand for a nice Wind Country visit)
Ah well. And, I mean, some of the letters don’t even have seven words so…
In other news: I swear, every time I write something I learn something new about the Cadmium/Counterclockwise ‘verse… Joy and Leanne? Honestly did not see that one coming.