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cryingatwindermerepeaks · 2 months ago

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Little Daisy Jones <3

(one-shot that will probably have a few more parts continuing on from it)

After Karen bails Daisy out of jail, Daisy is feeling very lonely and struggles to avoid regressing.

Inspired by the hcs of @pwbbie who is possibly the biggest baby Daisy enthusiast in the world!

Tw: mentions to drugs, breaking and entering, and age regression… obviously.

Word count: 2097

‘I’m from Mars Karen, I don’t have people.’

Daisy didn’t think she’d ever felt more alone. Her parents were gone, up and left with no warning or forwarding address. Maybe this was payback, for being such a poor excuse of a daughter. She’d just wanted someone to celebrate with, they’d have been proud of her if they knew she had a number one single right? But they weren’t there, and that rejection had Daisy teetering dangerously on the edge of a mind space she’d rather not go into in the passenger seat of Karen Sirko’s car.

“Where’s your place, Daisy?” Karen asked, they were driving away from the police station and Daisy was struggling to answer such a simple question. The reasonable part of her knew she should just tell Karen the hotel address, she’d caused enough trouble already, but the other much louder - much younger - part of her felt like her voice was far, far away. A moment of silence clicked past, and then another, the address was dancing on her tongue but her lips felt glued shut. She felt shaky, the police had taken her pills, she really didn’t want to be alone. “Daisy?” Karen asked again, glancing over at the pale girl in her passenger seat. “Have you eaten?”

***

Apple pan probably wasn’t what any normal person would consider ��breakfast food’ but Daisy was happy that Karen didn’t seem to question her suggestion. “I’m gonna get the steak burger, what about you Dais?” Karen urged gently, sensing the girl's hesitation at vocalising in the moment.

“Hickory burger,” Daisy whispered. Her voice felt far away and it made the struggle to keep her head on straight so much harder.

“Good choice, fries?” Daisy nodded. Karen ordered for them and Daisy felt herself blush, she could’ve ordered for herself.

“So, you wanna tell me how you ended up in jail?” Karen asked once their food had arrived.

“I broke into my parents house… or, what was my parents house.” Daisy’s throat tightened, tears prickling in her eyes. She couldn’t do this now, she had to stay strong. She had to stay big.

“They moved?”

“I just thought they’d want to know, we have a number one song… I just felt like I shouldn’t be so lonely.” Karen frowned, prodding some fries into the ketchup thoughtfully.

“You should’ve called, you don’t have to be alone Daisy.”

“Billy doesn’t exactly like me,” Daisy shrugged, a fact which had her chest tensing uncomfortably.

“Well I don’t care, I like you.” Karen nudged her shoulder playfully, “And if the band has taught me anything it’s that we girls have to stick together.” Daisy giggled and began to eat her burger, she hadn’t realised how hungry she was.

“Does your hand hurt?” Karen questioned, signalling to the poorly wrapped bandage around her wrist.

Daisy shrugged, “Oh, it’s not too bad,” and looked down at her hand as if she’d forgotten it was injured in the first place.

“That’s not what I asked, does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

***

If Karen had suggested Daisy go into the pharmacy with her she would’ve picked up some pills and taken a completely different route with the rest of her day. But Karen had seemed to decide she should take matters into her own hands and went in alone, leaving Daisy in the car shaky and unsure how much longer she could hold on before everything inside of her came undone.

“They were playing ‘look at us now’ in there,” Karen grinned, climbing back into the driver's seat with antiseptic and a bandage in her hands. Daisy couldn’t help but smile at that, someone else who cared that their song was on the radio. “Alright, let’s take a look.” Daisy nervously held her arm out in front of Karen. The police hadn’t spent an awful lot of time wrapping it up and she knew it was definitely a mess under the bandage. She let out a pained hiss as the bandage was removed. It hurt so much. “It’s alright Daisy, it’ll just hurt for a second,” She cooed, sending Daisy’s stomach into a knot at the gentle tone of her voice. The pain was immeasurable, at least it felt so to Daisy who could feel herself losing control every second that passed. As Karen sprayed the antiseptic she wanted to cry, which she absolutely could not do because then Karen would never want to be her friend and she’d be so lonely again. Instead, and without much consideration, she shoved the thumb of her free hand in her mouth. Suckling quickly to distract herself from the burning sensation quickly taking over her body.

Karen looked up from her ministrations and frowned, Daisy’s cheeks burned red as she realised what she’d done. Quickly, she tugged her hand from her mouth and shoved it behind her back. God! How could she be so stupid?

“Oh Daisy,” Karen hummed, dropping the bandage on her lap in order to reach out and swipe away a tear which despite her best efforts had slipped down Daisy’s cheek. “You’re alright, it’ll only hurt for a bit longer.” Her voice sounded so calm, so free of judgement and comforting in a way nothing had been since Simone left for New York, it made Daisy want to start crying all over again.

“Sorry,” she whispered, casting her eyes down to her lap, her bangs falling over her face.

“Oh no, no, it’s ok, I’m not mad. You can keep going if it helps, ok? I’m not going to judge you,” Daisy squirmed uncomfortably. Karen’s gentle words buzzing around in her mind, she felt impossibly small and it was terrifying to be so vulnerable. Still, against her better judgments, the thumb returned to her mouth and remained there until the blonde finished re-wrapping her hand. Karen observed Daisy quietly as she re-wrapped her wrist. The combination of the thumb in her mouth, tears in her eyes and her bangs framing her blushing cheeks made Daisy appear almost childlike in nature. It wouldn’t be unreasonable, Karen pondered, that Daisy would regress after the night she’d had. She didn’t particularly know the girl well enough to make any assumptions but either way she knew Daisy didn’t exactly have anyone around who knew her better.

“All done,” Karen smiled triumphantly, “you did so well,” she praised, brushing a hand through Daisy’s knotted curls. Despite the fact that Daisy didn’t think she’d done well at all she couldn’t help but beam at the praise. Karen clicked in Daisy’s seatbelt for her, clearly deciding the girl was in no state to do it herself before driving out of the empty parking lot. “Do you want to tell me where we’re headed now?” Karen asked as they pulled out of the carpark. Daisy’s initial reaction was to say no, refuse to be left alone and cling to Karen’s side for as long as she could. But part of her knew that wasn’t fair to the other girl who’d been dragged out of her day to come save her and now probably thought she was disgusting.

“Chateau Marmont.”

***

Karen certainly hadn’t expected that Daisy was staying in a hotel, the girl had lived in LA for her whole life. Then again, she hadn’t expected the girl to be so prone to B&E or to have a little side which she was now very poorly hiding from her. It was a pretty standard hotel room for all Karen could tell, though clearly lived in with bottles and pills decorating the entryway. Karen didn’t ask before following Daisy in, no chance she was going to leave the girl alone in such a state. The bedroom, and the door to what she assumed was a bathroom felt less lived in, clearly regularly cleaned by hotel staff. There were stacks of note paper on the bedside table, an assortment of pill bottles on the dresser, a guitar propped against an armchair and scarfs dulling each of the lamps. What stole Karen’s attention the most was the rugged and worn stuffed bunny rabbit perched by the pillow of Daisy’s bed, all but confirming her earlier suspicions pertaining to the girl's possible regression. Daisy made her way over to the dresser with the neatly lined pills and seemed she was about to grab one before noticing Karen’s line of sight. Quickly, she slid down on the unmade bed, scooping the rabbit in her arms as if to hide it from sight.

“Does the bunny have a name?” Karen asked gently, unsure the best way to broach the subjects. Daisy nodded against the pillow and whispered quietly,

“Dusty.”

Karen smiled softly as Daisy traced the Bunny’s ears over her cheeks. “Does Dusty have any friends?” Other than the one toy on the bed, there were no signs in the room that Daisy regressed. Daisy’s face flickered with weariness for only a moment before she nodded almost excitedly. She clambered off the bed and pulled out a safe from underneath it.

“Gots to keep them in here so the cleaners don’t touch them,” She explained, Karen nodded in understanding and sat down opposite Daisy as she opened the hotel issued safe. It was the kind of thing guests would leave their wallets or keys in but Daisy clearly had dedicated to something far more personal. Inside the small metal box was a teddy bear, a colouring book, some crayons, a pacifier and what appeared to be a child’s sippy-cup. The latter two objects Daisy quickly shoved to the side in preference of pulling out the bear.

“Bailey,” she explained, closing the safe and gnawing on the skin around the thumb which wasn’t holding the bear. Karen didn’t think it was awfully healthy and upon further inspection she realised the skin on each of her fingers were worn far beyond what was typical from just the guitar. Daisy felt less worried now, for Karen to see all of this, she was yet to have any adverse reaction and Daisy figured that she may as well enjoy having some company while it lasted.

Daisy yawned, rubbing her fist at her eyes, reminding Karen of the worn look assaulting her face. “Why don’t you try to get some rest, huh sweetheart?” She questioned, the nickname slipping out without any thought at all. Daisy blushed, shaking her head. “Why not?” She was already laying down in the bed, Dusty and Bailey tucked to her chest, eyes heavy with sleep.

“You’ll leave,” she whispered, the crack in her voice crumbling Karen’s heart. It was at this moment that she saw Daisy entirely for who she was.

“I won’t leave,” Karen promised, laying down opposite Daisy so both their faces were mere inches apart. “When you wake up you’ve gotta show me some of those drawings I saw before,” Daisy blushed, burying her face against her pillow and hiding a yawn. “Does that sound like a plan?” Karen asked, reaching out to brush Daisy’s hair behind her ear. Daisy looked back to her, eyes flittering and distant. She nodded before shuffling across the bed so that she could bury herself against Karen.

***

“Cami, I think she’s regresses… no, I know she does.” Karen explained over the phone the next morning. She’d spent the rest of the day with Daisy, eventually leaving after making sure the girl had dinner and went to bed.

It felt like when Daisy woke up from her nap all her protective walls were gone. She’d woken up terrified and teary eyed, a nightmare she’d explained, and hadn’t hesitated to let Karen hold her and soothe her. She’d showed Karen her colouring books, they’d watched cartoons and in the evening Daisy had gone for a swim. It had hurt Karen more than anything to leave her, she didn’t know what to do.

“Gosh, and she’s all alone?” Camila’s concern was evident even through the phone.

“Yes, Cami, she was so scared that I’d leave her,” there was a pause on the other side of the phone line.

“You want her to join the band, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I mean, Daisy, she’s great - you’d love her.”

“What if I invite her to the housewarming party? I mean we owe the house to her, really,” Camila suggested, “Maybe give us a chance to get to know her better… see if she’d be interested in joining the band.”

“You’ll have to keep your husband under control though,” Karen teased softly, “he does not like to share the spotlight.”

“I think he can handle it, for Daisy,” Karen hummed in agreement,

“For Daisy.”

***

ok guys that’s it!! For now….

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axe8472 · 1 year ago

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I have thoughts in my brain about six of crows and they may or may not make sense. So. The thing is when people talk about how the crows couldn't possibly be 16-18 because they're overly mature and competent and have life experience etc etc. i get that BUT is that not the whole point? I mean the books really hammer it home that notions of childhood in their world are entirely different from ours, like to the point where i would even say it's a main theme and kinda the driving force behind all the events in the duology.

Kids are taken away from their parent at like 11 to train as soldiers. Kaz was all alone in Ketterdam at 9 years old and there doesn't seem to have been any functioning system of care for kids like him, nor mandatory schooling. In Fjerda, it seems like the closest thing to foster care is being taken on by the Druskelle. Inej started training as an acrobat pretty much as soon as she could walk and was playing starring roles in performances by the time she was 14 (and probably a fair bit younger). I don't remember Jesper's backstory perfectly but I think he was put to work in the jurda fields (a hazardous agricultural job) as a small child, then worked with guns in some way, then got sent to school in a different country when he was like 15. This isn't exclusive to the crows - it's mentioned a lot that there are many kids in situations similar to Kaz and Inej in the Barrel. Even Joost, despite seemingly being quite sheltered, is working full time night shifts as a guard when he's not even old enough to grow facial hair.

It seems that there's just much more of a vocational focus for kids/teenagers in the grishaverse. This makes a lot of sense because many elements of culture across the grishaverse countries come from the ~1800s when the attitude towards kids was that they weren't all that different from small, inexperienced adults, especially in working-class and rural settings where you just had to get on with things. Kerch especially took inspiration from victorian England, where kids as young as 9 could legally work up to 60 hours a week in dangerous conditions. So yeah that's kind of the whole point imo. It's especially interesting because I read the soc duology as a (potentially semi-unintentional?) criticism of capitalism. This is highlighted by the fact that Wylan, the only one of the crows from a rich background, is also the only one who had a childhood and got an education even vaguely comparable to what we would consider normal. So clearly the whole childhood innocence vs being put to work at like 4 thing is closely tied to class. (obviously Wylan did not have A Good Childhood but it seems from the books that the standard for merchers' kids is to give them a really good and varied education with 1-to-1 tutoring etc, which is very different from what all the other characters seem to have had as kids.)

And okay yeah they're unrealistically skillful and competent and just generally smart, but that would be the case even if they were adults. Like you kinda have to just take liberties with your characters of they'll never manage to do anything, especially in a world that's so hostile toward them. And it's actually kinda hard to even say how unrealistic their capabilities are because their experiences are so different from the experiences of real-life modern teenagers. Like kids are crazy adaptable and good at learning things, especially when they've had no other choice, and the crows actually mostly have quite a lot of experience and had time to develop their respective skills because they haven't spent 8+ hours a day in school for most of their lives. The same goes for the degree of adult-ness in their general behaviour - they're really quick thinkers and less likely to panic in a crisis than any teenager I've ever met. Again I'd say that's the whole point. The charaters are acting older than they have any right to because the experiences they've had have forced them to develop the capacity to do so.

Idk maybe i just read it differently to some people but yeah i think that cross-cultrually throughout the grishaverse children just have very very different experiences to kids in real life. It makes sense that they would then grow up to be very different from real-life teenagers, and obviously the crows are an extreme example of that but there is like. clear historical inspiration behind a lot of the crows' backstories and the general cultural backdrop of the duology. And the whole thing with the books is yeah they're doing all of this stuff and they're capable of these amazing things but actually they are literally children and they are doing all of it mostly for the sake of survival and taking back the things that they deserve from the world. And everything they've done for years and the people that they've become has all been for the sake of survival. And they're kids.

#my posts #soc #six of crows #i hope this makes sense i did not proofread it and i took like a total of one english class in school rip #there's also something to be said here for survivor bias like the book is written about this group of kids who've survived in a very #hostile world #partially because of certain capacities or gifts they already had and partially because they are unusually smart and adaptable #if they weren't then they wouldn't have lived to that age anyway yk?#okay ill stop now #also i know this piece of writing is not up to academic quality its because im using it to procrastinate on my academic work #dont go to school kids its not worth it #the fact that i wrote these 800+ words in less than an hour and im still gonna have to write twice as fast in my 4.5 hour exam next week #okay ill stop now im done

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