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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 5:59 pm
Iden had aquired a drink, and was turning around to hop the counter again, when immediately in front of him came a burst of flame.
He watched, with an eyebrow raised skywards, as Dae appeared, odd limb and all.
...Woah.
He thus figured it was well time he got started on that drink. From the looks of it, he was gonna need it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:04 pm
Daegonna sat there sobbing for awhile. She debated grabbing a bottle of anything within reach, but her eyes were so tear-filled that she couldn't see to do even that.
She eventually reached the point where she could see, and even get out a sentance between her sobs.
"Don't stare. Just pass me the ******** bottle." She said.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:13 pm
Uh...
He stood and blinked a bit. This was...unusual. He didn't know her that well, and didn't know where to begin.
But, a drink WAS a good idea, so he passed the bottle on, then claimed a new one for himself.
So...uh...what's going on, if I may be so bold?
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:34 pm
Daegonna took the bottle, and emptied half of it in about four gulps.
It seemed to take a moment for Iden's question to pierce the haze of anger and tears and booze.
She took a deep breath, and answered him.
Oh, poor Iden.
"My brother can be such an a*****e! I've been through so much s**t in the past month, and all he can think about is bitching about how selfish I've been! Somebody was taken from us, and I've been exhausting myself trying to figure out a puzzle that's just way too big for me. All the while, he's trying to be the rock of the family, by focusing on the day to day s**t that doesn't really matter, in comparison to having someone torn from our collective minds! He's been totally apathetic, and acts like he doesn't give a s**t either way. I'm so tired of fighting, and running, for no reason at all. My boyfriend has been too busy to see me, and he's getting kind of intense anyway. Truth ******** with my head a bit, and since then, I know my mother has been plotting to kill me or corrupt me, or both. The two of them are definitely going to get in touch, and then I'm just ********. The one person I thought I could count on to at least try to help me, and defend me, seems to think that I need to grow up and deal with my own problems, because he's leaving me completely alone to deal with this, and acting like he doesn't give a s**t. Apparently, he's too busy working to deal with any of my issues. I have a creepy Cainite stalker, and I know that I can't kill him myself. He's obsessed with me because I'm pretty, and doesn't seem to care that I have a lover, and a pretty long track record of ******** up relationships, many of which ended up with the other party having a broken or stabbed heart. Bailey is ******** with our heads, and he's trying to get me to go talk to Corbin, and go with him somewhere that probably is the opposite of where we need to be. If Corbin doesn't eat me for that, Dagoth probably will. I'm not even supposed to look at Corbin. On top of it all, Dagoth just ghouled my best friend and business partner, because she agreed to let him teach her. It's all part of his big ******** stupid plan, and he doesn't see fit to let me in on it, and then he gets the balls to tell me he doesn't need my angst and jealousy! I've always been able to count on him to help me, and protect me, and suddenly all that passion is gone, and he's just tired of me being a stupid kid!"
With that, she burst into tears again, and emptied the rest of the bottle.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:47 pm
He held up his hands, as if trying to THINK her into calming down. He sure as hell couldn't say anything, because of the prolonged nature of the rant.
Eventually, he just took a hearty shot of his whiskey, resigned to listen.
FINALLY, when she stopped spilling herself out on him, he did the only thing that came to mind.
He offered a reassuring pat on the back. Not quite a hug, because he didn't know how that'd go over, but close.
Quite the story. Lets give you a moment to calm down, before we do anything. You might...uh...not want to be drinking too much. Getting drunk doesn't usually help. I'ld know.
He rather hastedly hid his bottle from sight as he said that last bit, for what it was worth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:00 pm
Daegonna had been too busy wallowing in her little black hole of angst to see Iden reach out to hesitantly pat her on the back. She was suddenly aware of the proximity of his hand to her exposed back. She flinched, and recoiled. She lifted her hands to shield herself, dropping the empty bottle in the process, as if she expected to be struck. She blushed, realizing how frail and vulnerable she looked.
The girl looked up at him, and realized he looked a bit shellshocked.
She hadn't meant to explode like that, but her self-restraint seemed to have drowned somewhere between the bottle she'd just put down, three bottles of rum, and half a bottle of absinthe.
She ran a trembling hand through her hair, combing it back from her tearstained face, and sighed.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled. "I didn't mean to... to dump all of that on you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:03 pm
He withdrew his hand when she snapped like she had, and winced slightly at the sound of the bottle crashing to the floor.
He quietly and sneakily slid his under the counter as he lifted his gaze back to hers.
Nah. I've taken worse earfuls. C'mon. Let's grab a seat, instead of the counter.
He was smiling. Not his cocky grin, but a knowing, fatherly smile. It was a smile of understanding, which was something not often seen on Iden's face.
He rounded the counter, and waved her on to follow to the table he sat at.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:11 pm
She nodded mutely, and slid off of the counter. His smile made her feel better. It was a comforting, patient smile.
Dagoth used to smile at me like that. She thought. That realization made her eyes brim with tears again.
She stumbled over to the table he sat at, and collapsed into a chair. Her lower lip quivered, but she seemed to have sort of regained control of herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:14 pm
So...what is it that kicked this off? I'm no Freud, but talking it out might help? Iunno.
In the back of his head, he had to ask, "why the hell am I doing this, and not drinking like a fish?"
The answer? Hellifiknow.
Be that as it may, he kept himself seated so he was facing her, even as he leaned back and placed his feet on the far side of the table.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:23 pm
Daegonna sighed softly.
"Bailey showed up at the Nocturne and started messing with our heads, taunting us with bits of useless information. He took a really unsettling interest in me. I'd already had a shitty day, and a fight with Dagoth earlier on, so I did the smart thing and had a few drinks. I passed out, for a bit, slept it off. When I woke up, he was in the process of ghouling Alice. She passed out, and it reminded me of Natasha. She and I were friends, and she loved and trusted Dagoth. I...I don't know what happened to her. I think he sent her on a mission and she was captured, or killed. I... I got scared for Alice, and angry at Dag. I need a friend, outside of the family, who I can talk to, and he took her away. Then he basically told me he didn't need me being angsty and jealous. I asked him where Natasha was, if she was even alive. He offered to tell me. I realized I didn't want to know, and I know that he knows. I screamed at him, and left. I ended up here." She explained. She was still slurring and rambling a bit, but had calmed down enough to talk coherently.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:29 pm
He leaned forward, distinctly interested immediately when Bailey's name was mentioned. He had been similarly dealt with, and then ran into Ice, whom claimed it had been an imposter. So...hearing of further incursions left his suspicions with a bit more base to them.
But that was for later. For now...
So its not just me...I was afraid I'd done something to warrant his behavior.
He sighed, and pinched at the bridge of his nose.
Dagoth, what the ******** are you thinking?
He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts.
There's little I can say about your friends. I can understand how you feel.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:34 pm
Daegonna was too drunk to realize the significance of his words.
"What should I do? I mean...I don't want to be totally dependent on Dagoth, but at the same time, I'd kind of like to be able to depend on him. I try to do things for myself, but sometimes I just...I get overwhelmed. I think he forgets that I'm a fraction of his age, and while we have a lot in common, we have a lot of differences too. He responds to this kind of s**t a lot differently from me."
She sighed.
The purple flames had finally subsided, but her arm was still in it's natural state. One of the tentacles whipped up, and lashed at her cheek, leaving a nasty cut. She held out the limb in front of her, and somehow summoned the control over her other hand to make the necessary gestures and passes, and slurred out the words to a spell. It didn't work, at first, but the second time she tried, her arm shrunk, and returned, to all appearances, to it's natural state: skinny and pale.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:46 pm
Do? Mate, the advice I'm gonna give you is gonna be the corniest, most Disney thing I say this week. And I'm gonna drink heavily to forget I said it for that very reason.
He paused, wishing he had his bottle in hand. Ah, a pity.
Do what your heart tells you. In the immortal words of Obi-Wan Kenobi, trust your feelings. If Dag can no longer be a pillar of support, then its time to stop using him as one.
He paused again. Now, he was unsure how much to divulge. She needed advice, and he could see that. But just how much he could give, when he knew her so little, was something of an uncertainty for him.
After a moment's thought, he sighed.
Look, I can see where you're coming from. Something massively wierd is going on, and its got everybody on edge. Dag...I don't know what to say. It's like he's losing his fire. I'll...I dunno. Before I can talk to him about it, I need answers. You said it yourself. Fighting and running, for what?
He shrugged.
It's ********' irritating, having your head ******** with. Whatever or whoever it is that's ******** with us all is gonna get a boot to the head when I catch up with 'em.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:59 pm
Daegonna thought long and hard, biting anxiously at her lower lip. She finally realized that Iden was right.
If she wanted to grow and learn, she was going to have to stop relying on Dagoth to protect her. She'd have to learn to fight for herself, or not pick fights at all.
She didn't want to grow up, in some ways. In a lot of ways she wanted to have her childhood back, without the suffering. She wanted to be six years old, and to play and read with her big brother.
On the other hand, she wanted to show him that she could be strong.
So that's what she would do.
It's time for me to stop cowering in his shadow. She realized. I can be my own woman, instead of just the kid sister of Dagoth DeSeer. Is that what he's trying to get me to do? She wondered. Maybe this is all Dagoth's way of trying to tell me it's time to let go of the apron strings and grow the ******** up.
She continued gnawing at her lower lip.
He sucks at communication.
She realized the stretch of silence between them was probably getting awkward, and laughed.
"How many seventeen year old girls get advice on life from a trigger-happy alcoholic Cainite in a random bar?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:07 pm
He broke into a smirk. His trademark, it was an expression both cocky, and justified somehow.
Sired at eighteen, mate. Permanent teen.
He chuckled, though he didn't want to. Appearance and feelings, more often than not, were never the same for Iden. God, how he wished he could go on a b***h fit like she had opened with.
'Course, he forced himself to have a bit more restraint. Trust amongst Cainites tended to end poorly, and he was only beginning to know this ******** hell, his mind was confusing to him sometimes.
Question is, how many seventeen year old girls realize why the trigger happy alcoholic Cainite is so trigger happy and drunk? Answer both questions, and I'ld have to give you a ********' medal.
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