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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 23:37:47 GMT -8
"Then you knew more than me," Mac snapped. "Because hell knows I didn't know we were havin' this conversation."
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 23:41:08 GMT -8
"What did you expect?" She took a moment to fish around in the bodice of her dress for a cigarette and match. She...felt something breaking inside and she didn't know what to do with the pieces. "You were a better mommy to those boys than I ever was." She stupidly opted for flippant.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 23:43:04 GMT -8
Mac stared at her for a long moment, aghast. "I was seven," he said, lowly, voice barely not breaking.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 23:50:09 GMT -8
Something about the look he gave her, the tone in his voice...Reminded her of the kit she'd left behind. It was so much easier to hurt a tom, she realized. Seeing the kit made her want to hug him...while simultaneously knowing the tom would reject her. She tried to speak, but she couldn't say anything.
She realized that she wanted to say she was sorry, but how could she? She'd already given herself more than enough rope.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 23:52:53 GMT -8
For a moment he continued staring at her, before shaking his head in disgust and turning. "I shouldn't have come," he muttered, heading for the door.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 16, 2011 23:55:14 GMT -8
"No, Macavity," she stuttered. "Please, stay for tea."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 23:56:42 GMT -8
He froze, tensing as his tail poofed out as far as it would go. For a long moment all he could do was stand there and try to breath. "Go ta hell," he muttered, continuing on his way to the door and yanking it open.
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Post by qualapec on Mar 17, 2011 0:01:47 GMT -8
Grizabella watched him turn his back to her. She'd asked him what he expected. What had she expected? "I didn't deserve you, and I certainly don't now..." she said quietly, musing in exhaustion. She didn't mean for him to hear her.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 17, 2011 0:03:25 GMT -8
Macavity paused, halfway through the door. He half turned to look at her. "Who ever 'ets what they deserve?" he asked softly before slamming the door behind him.
((Exit Macavity))
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Post by qualapec on Mar 17, 2011 0:28:35 GMT -8
Grizabella stared after him as he left, stunned, her mouth dry and her eyes stringing for the first time in a good long while. Once she was sure he was gone, she snarled, lashed out a hand at the vase on her desk, sending it smashing to the ground as if it was the source of all pain in her life.
Jason stood at the doorway, watching his employer. He tilted an eyebrow. He'd heard the raised voices...but this wasn't like her. Deals had gone bad before, and she'd always been unshakable. "What's wrong?" But this was different, wasn't it? He could see it in her eyes.
"No problem." She laughed, musical, twisted, a little bit of a sob and a little bit mad. "Just a ghost."
Jason's eyes widened. "Oh god, was that...?"
"He's not the ghost, I am." She wiped hot madness from her eye before flashing her tom a brilliant smile. "Where's Eva with that tea?"
((thread end))
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