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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 11:57 am
Yvaine shrugged at his question, from her own experience, corpses caused more problems than anyone alive today. She pushed the food on her plate around with her fork; slipping back into old ways, playing with her food, making it look like she ate more than she had. When she was young; calories were the only things she could control. She wondered why it was surfacing again now, was he making her feel that powerless? Did he make her feel like a child?
Her mind was digesting enough for both her brain and her stomach, listening to his words as she started to drink her second glass of wine. The brunette was showing the first signs of relaxing, that the alcohol was loosening her up. Her facade was beginning to crack to show what was real. And it was shattered with a laugh.
She almost choked on the wine with how uncontrollable it was, a hand coming to cover her mouth to both hush herself and prevent the liquid flying all over the host. A few heads turned, but soon went back to their own meals. She was shaking, never experiencing gut aching laughter like this in any of her scattered memories. Her face red, she slowly regained control of her breathing. Glad she was not wearing makeup for the tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you." She whispered, shaking her head and sitting back up straight. "I was scared that my dysfunctional family history was going to scare him away. But if this is what he thinks family is, I was worried for nothing." She stroked the liquid from her eyes and took a deep breathe outwards, her chest rising and falling to the beat of her heart.
"So, why don't you stop making assumptions about my desires, and listen." She cleared her throat, taking one last sip of her drink before folding her arms and leaning toward. Her eyes looked for his, naively maybe, but she was not scared of the man sat across from her. Brave or stupid, many would argue - her and Remarque had done so on many occasions. What would he say to her now? That she was acting without thought, yet again. That she was going to get herself into trouble, yet again. "I do not want your name. I do not want your grandchildren and I certainly don't want to possess Elzo. If he leaves me tomorrow, I will live. It will hurt, but I have been hurt worse. He has been hurt worse. I am the consolation prize, right?" The older gentleman had stepped on a nerve, one that was raw, maybe because she knew what it was like to be used as a hook, an excuse, a reason to stay, the chain that bound her father to her mother. He should have left sooner - spared them both the pain.
She would never do that to her own blood, the very mention of it made the fire inside her burn brighter, surfacing as anger.
She sat back slightly. "But until that happens, as you very so believe it will. I will defend him like a feral animal." Her words were carefully picked; she was not the strongest, she was not the most powerful - but she would attack without regards to her own safety and not relent until she could no longer move until she was on the verge of death. What did she have to lose now? She had not sacrificed this much to see Elzo fall, to see him hurt, to use him used like a puppet on a string. "Now, from your professional standpoint. Am I bluffing?" She asked him, her anger subsiding, her tone a little lighter than it had been. Berserker. It was her blood.
"Do you still want to play with me? Pussycat? Or are you as bored as me as I am of you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2017 1:06 am
Giovanni scoffed at her laughter, then shook his head at the reason why. Clearly she was no saint, no innocent, but what was she really? She looked like a starving artist type, yet had manners, decorum, (in a fashion). She was a riddle, and Giovanni so loved riddles. "Oh I listen, but it's nothing worth hearing. You are lying. Badly. You want my son like every woman he's paraded before me, espousing his love for them. He loves them, but they love an idea of him, a facet of him. The rest they ignore. His infidelity, his lack of grace, his jaded views and his cynicism. You cannot defend him Yvaine." Giovanni leaned forward voice low. "You cannot defend him from the truth of what he is, and what he always will be. You will defend him, but in time, your defense will weaken. You will falter, and only then, when you lay crumpled and worn, will you see the lie you told yourself." He smiled as he downed his glass of wine. "Your claws are dull, but you entertain me still gattina."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:15 pm
"I know." Yvaine shook her head; a defeated sigh escaping from red lips. "How else could this end? I have always known, he warned me before this even started. I knew; I fell in love with him anyway." Finishing her second glass of wine, she crossed her arms on the table to get comfortable.
She had forsaken the food altogether despite its expense - the alcohol taking hold of her more than it would if her stomach had been full. To Giovanni's delight, she was sure. "I have made peace with that truth and decided he is worth the heartache to come." Who knew how long she had to live with those memories; death could take her any night and even if it didn't she was sure her mother's illness would. However much time she had, she wanted to spend it with Elzo, despite how difficult it was at times.
She wanted to live.
She wanted to be chosen. Just this one lifetime. She did not want to be alone.
Was that too much to ask?
"Maybe these words will be more worthy of your time." She sat up straighter, trying to size up the man across from her. No longer looking at him like a man she wanted to impress, but an obstacle in her way. "Don't ******** with me, or you will find out just how sharp my claws are." And with that she stood up, sure this was not the first time he had been walked out on by a woman in a busy restaurant.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:32 pm
Giovanni lifted his glass and motioned to the doors. "Caio gattina. At least do give me a call when I can expect my grandchildren. I assume that is of course, all you can offer him now." He smiled, cruel and uncaring at the scene he'd caused. "I will be waiting."
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iStoleYurVamps
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