Anonymous prompted on Tumblr: "You're trembling." RainyRook?
Ivy should've known better than to piss off Mother. Sometimes it was just too easy to get her riled up. Now she was paying the price, being forced to walk home. It hadn't been too bad at first, a peaceful evening stroll through the woods was doing more good than anything.
And then it started to rain.
She hadn't work a jacket that day, it had been warmer earlier. Now her tank top and skirt clung to her body like nobody's business and she was shivering. Crossing her arms over her chest, she bit down on her lip, hard. It was still another half hour home, at the least and she had left her cell phone back at Bellfrey Towers.
A blonde whirl came running in her path and she halted so they wouldn't collide. Ivy recognized her as Tilly, the odd girl that sold stolen watches downtown. Ivy held her hands up.
"Don't have my wallet on me."
Tilly laughed. "Not here to mug ya, Miss Bellfrey."
"Ivy. It's Ivy."
"Ivy, you're not poisonous are ya?"
"Clever." Ivy rolled her eyes. "If you don't mind…"
"You're going to catch death out here, dressed like that."
"You're trembling. Come along."
Ivy hesitated. Mother had warned her long ago not to go off with strangers and even as an adult, it seemed like a wise saying to go by. Yet, it wasn't as if Tilly was a total stranger…
She found herself walking after her, following her into an abandoned train car. Tilly pulled down the door to it and started puttering around.
"Strip," she instructed.
Ivy raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"I have dry clothes for you, just strip."
Slowly, she took off her rain soaked outfit and modestly wrapped her arms over her chest. Tilly grabbed her spare outfit, a sweatshirt and some jeans, tossing them her way. Ivy hesitantly took them.
"These are all you have…"
"You'll return them, I'm sure."
Ivy frowned. Tilly had so little, yet wanted to share it with her. She pulled on the outfit. It was a little baggy on her and the sweatshirt was worn, but it was keeping her warm. Together they sat down on the floor.
"You should stay here, wait out the storm," Tilly said.
"Are you sure?"
Tilly shrugged and pulled out the board that Rogers had given her. "Fancy a game of chess?"
The frown was quickly replaced with a small smile. "Sure."
They played until the rain could no longer be heard falling on the tin roof. Ivy thanked Tilly for her hospitality and headed back home. A few days later, she found Tilly in the park, doing her usual sale. Ivy handed her a bag.
"The clothes you leant me, thank you."
Tilly examined the bag. "These aren't mine."
"I stopped by the store…"
"I don't need your charity."
Ivy huffed, folding her arms over her chest. "I didn't need yours that night, yet you insisted on helping me."
Tilly tilted her head, smirking a bit. "You've got an answer for anything, don't you?"
"Maybe. Just take the clothes."
She turned around, heading back towards her mother's car.
"See you around, Poison Ivy," Tilly called out after her.
A small smile tugged on Ivy's lips. She certainly hoped she would.