HOUSE RULES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN-fanfic. Just a short snippet, in which there's a house rule regarding Misty.
(Cordelia/Misty, Foxxay)

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Disclaimer: American Horror Story: Coven belongs to Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk as far as I know, and I am of course just borrowing the ladies for a little bit.




HOUSE RULES
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by Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson




Granted, Cordelia had been in her greenhouse for the latest while, but surely not long enough or far enough away from the others that she would not have heard any dramatic disaster that might have occurred while she was elsewhere. Right?

Yet the sight that met her upon entering the hallway instantly sent her heart to relocate to the area of her throat, and quite painfully stop. Zoe and Queenie were clearly panicking as they both flanked and led Misty towards Cordelia, and there wasn’t much these days that would make either of the young women quite this beside themselves.

Except this. Misty was silently crying, tears pouring out of wounded eyes and thoroughly washing that lovely face. Hence the relocation and stopping of Cordelia’s heart.

“What, what happened?” Was all she managed to gasp before her arms were full of weeping Misty Day.

Queenie and Zoe eyed each other awkwardly and fidgeted at first, clearly reluctant to say. Finally Zoe sighed and scratched at the side of her head. “Look, I wasn’t gone from the TV-room all that long.”

Cordelia tried to focus, although with a very warm, very distraught, and oh so very lovely Misty tucked into an embrace tight enough it helped solve that little heartbeat problem from earlier – only now it was working overtime instead – it had the added complication of being extremely distracting.

“Some of the girls needed some help, so I left Misty watching the TV on her own, just for a bit.” Ah yes, Zoe was talking, Cordelia should listen to this. “I know it was Animal Planet, and that we’re not supposed to let Misty watch that unsupervised…”

Now Cordelia and Queenie were both frowning, which made Zoe hurry her explanation. “But really, it seemed perfectly safe! She was cooing over some show where they save and raise baby sloths, and I wasn’t going to be long.”

She made a face. “But it took a bit longer settling the girls than I thought it would.”

“By the time I came in” Queenie cut in, gesturing at Misty. “she was watching something about baby lizards at an airport or some such, bawling her eyes out like her nana died or something.”

The head on her shoulder turned more towards Cordelia’s neck, and in a choked and emotional little voice she heard “Chameleons.”

“What was that, Misty?”

“Chameleons. Someone shipped 95 little chameleons in a crate to Japan.” A sob. “Only 16 survived.” There was something else, only too choked and garbled to make out. The plaintive ‘Why?’ at the end was as clear as anything though.

“I see.” Cordelia patted Misty’s trembling back as reassuringly as she could manage, while eyeing the two in front of her sternly. “And what exactly are the house rules regarding animal shows on TV? Hmm? Zoe?”

“To never leave Misty alone while watching Animal Planet or any show containing animals, particularly ones that contain animal suffering or human cruelty towards animals.” Zoe looked as if Cordelia had scolded her for a good long while rather than the few words actually spoken. “I really am sorry.”

“Alright.” Cordelia continued to pat Misty’s back gently as she steered them in the direction she had just recently come from herself. “Did any of the girls see her like this?” A small reluctant nod from Queenie and Zoe both. “Then you get to deal with that, Zoe. You and Queenie handle things here while Misty and I are… busy.”

“We’ll be in the greenhouse.” With that Cordelia, still hugging Misty as close as at all humanly possible, led the younger woman away while leaning in to speak quietly into her ear. Distantly the sound of a cassette player could be heard turning on, playing an increasingly familiar tune.

Zoe and Queenie watched them go in silence for a moment before sharing a look.

“You know what this means, right?” Queenie asked rhetorically. Zoe made a slight face but didn’t answer, she didn’t need to. “You deal with the kids, then we get to split the evening classes between us.”

She smirked a little at the miserable looking girl by her side. “And I think its only fair I get to pick which I’ll take, considering.” Looking pleased with herself Queenie sauntered off down the hall.

“Hey!” Zoe protested mildly, waving her arms a bit. “No fair!” She set off after her friend. “They have much more respect for you! They don’t listen as much to me, and…”

Queenie chuckled evilly while Zoe tried to persuade her friend to take the tougher class to teach as they reached the end of the hall and walked out of sight.