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 Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 11:48 pm
There was the sound of him leaning over and retrieving his book, and then his lighter: the click of the cigarette being lit and the sound of him exhaling, calmly. He watched her cry into his sheets. He wanted food, not because he was hungry--and he was; god he was--but because it would have suited his mood to impassively eat it while he watched her. It would have pleased him to have her look up and see him calmly putting away a forkful of something expensive, chewing slowly and contemplatively as though he were reacting to a bit of subpar dinner theatre. He smoked instead, gently smoothing down the bent corner of a page. "And?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:06 am
She didn't move. She was just fine, exactly where she was. Because she was right, and he'd admitted it. But it changed nothing. And he would never let her have the peace she so desperately needed, because there was nothing in it for him. "Why are you doing this?" It was muffled, but clear enough for him to hear. "What could I have possibly done to you, to deserve this? Does it just get you off to know you can hurt me? Is that seriously all it is?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:11 am
"You're the one that came here," he pointed out blandly. "I did tell you I was smarter than you are."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:16 am
"I came here because I need to - just - quit this s**t already. Quit this holier than thou attitude. You don't deserve it, and I don't deserve it. I don't want anything from you except sometimes I feel like I want everything and I don't, I really don't. So, God. Just. ******** stop it." She turned her head, and faced him. Had there even been tears? It was hard to tell now, they were all gone; her face was as unmarred as usual. "You told me once, you think we're the good guys. Heroes. Whatever. Do you still believe that?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:20 am
"Don't have any reason not to," he said calmly, quietly setting the book aside after smoothing the cover one final time, carefully, lovingly. He didn't ask her why she asked. He didn't care. "Bunch of assholes, but I figure assholes can save the world just as well as anyone else."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:24 am
"Is that why you think you deserve them?" She didn't clarify who she was talking about. She turned again, until she was facing the ceiling, and slipped her hands behind her head. "Because being here makes you feel like a hero?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:28 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:32 am
A smile twitched on her features, and her eyes slid, slowly, to side glance at him. "Your friends."
She thought the mere idea of having to explain herself was ridiculous - he knew exactly who she was talking about. He had to. He was oh so damn smart.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:34 am
He didn't. He didn't deserve anyone. He glanced up at the cage on top of his dresser where Quint and Jessel snoozed in a pile. "The ones you don't have?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:38 am
"You're wrong." Her words held a little too much bite to be honest. "I have friends. They're quite lovely. You know most of them. Don't turn this around. Answer the question."
With every moment that passed, her anger was escaping her, leaving her heart devoid of anything but a cold, dark emptiness. She would have preferred the anger.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:41 am
He hadn't bothered to put on long sleeves for her, either. "No. I don't deserve them. But I have them."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:43 am
"WHY!" Her fists slammed down on the bed - thankfully, the anger returned to her, even if it was just for a moment. "What makes YOU so special."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:44 am
Raskolnikov and ******** if I know," he answered around an exhale, "but apparently I am. We done here?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:47 am
She ripped a pillow out from under his perfect sheets, and lobbed it at his head. "NO we're not done here. You don't get it. I need - "
There it was again, those moths lining her throat. He didn't care, he never would. He cared about people who deserved it, but not necessarily people who needed it. Because he was just wrong enough to feel right about it.
"help."
It took her long enough.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:52 am
The sound he made could barely be dignified with the term "laugh." It was quiet, barely-there. He hadn't even reacted to the lobbed pillow save to nonchalantly duck out of the way, shielding his cigarette.
"You need all kinds of ******** help," he agreed. "Not sure why you're here, though."
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