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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 12:47 am
Jerry stopped, staring down at the open bottle in his hand.
The same distant expression on his face and without a word, he turned to drift back towards the offending man as though on auto pilot. He carefully shifted the bottle under his arm, and before he could even register what he was doing, the one in his hand was swinging, a dark, well aged rum cascading to the carpet as glass erupted against the side of H's head.
Jerry dropped the broken, empty neck of the bottle to the stained, shard-littered carpet before once again resuming his exit.
They were protected against claws and teeth and worse, what was a little broken glass? He didn't feel any better.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 12:57 am
The doctor's posture and expression didn't shift at Jerry's sudden attack, but as the shards of glass rained down onto the carpet, he was visibly mournful. Disappointed. "Jerry..." he began, and then paused, closing his eyes and taking a moment to brush some of the glass of of his rum dampened hair. When he looked back at the other man, his eyes had darkened to a near black, "Couldn't you have grabbed something from the lower shelf?"
Couldn't you have made your little point with a cheaper bottle, Jerry?
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:04 am
"Well. I hope. You both had a good time of it," Oh no... "I hope you had a good time of it," No...! No! This wasn't supposed to happen! She'd have grown out of this! She just needed to work it out on her own ********! Jerry, no! Still trembling, Candace tumbled off the bed in her hurry to get up, grab at least the outer layers of her clothes and toss them on. She was fixing her shirt when she peeked out the doorway of H's room. It hurt before to hear him, but to see him hurt even more. Candace's vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears. What was she thinking.
Oh god...she..she'd become her mother. It was Valentine's day. She'd just become her mother. She felt sick to her stomach at that realization and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Oh god what had she been thinking?!
Candace had been approaching the door when she heard the thud and the shattering of...glass?! What?! She stumbled a bit as she ran out of the room. H looked...nonplussed. In fact the only thing he was worried about was what bottle he used?! Wh..what the hell, H! But it was Jerry that had her heart pounding anxiously. "Jerry..." Candace managed to get out, looking nothing short of painfully remorseful. What could she even say right now? Would he even stop at her voice? She stepped away from the doorway, only taking her eyes off Jerry to make sure she didn't step on any glass. "Jerry, honey I...I..." She pursed her lips, her fists clenching at her side. She didn't know what to say.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:07 am
"AND YOU!" He was crumbling around the edges, tripping as his hand found the door knob behind him, his eyes wild as they locked on the guiltily disheveled Candace, "You... you... you stay the ******** away from me!" His voice broke at the unpracticed harsh word, and the door was slammed behind him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:17 am
The doctor shifted, unmindful of the glass on the floor, and poured himself another drink, "That went rather well, all things considered." With the exception of the lost rum of course, but he was willing to forget the willful destruction of his property just this once. Happy Valentine's Day Candace, your boy won't be going to the infirmary today.
Unless he decides to take matters into his own hands, of course. The doctor tactfully refrained from mentioning this and instead sipped his drink.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:26 am
He reared on her and her heart stopped.
St...stay...the ******** away from him...
Candace just stood there, tear-filled eyes wide and jaw dropped. Her bottom lip trembled as the words rang through her head over, and over, and over, and over...and over. "J-Jerry, please.." She choked out, watching as he slammed the door shut.
She couldn't move. She wanted to...she wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw things, break things, throw herself to the floor and just..cry.
But most importantly, she wanted her Jerry back. The Jerry that loved her. The Jerry she loved but was too scared and stupid to...
What had she done.
"O..oh god.." Her quiet voice finally broke her silence, however choked and soft it was. Trembling hands raised to cover her face. For the moment H was forgotten, the glass on the carpet was forgotten. She just..Jerry hated her. H reminded her he was there by speaking and she bit down on her lip. <******** went well?! Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she turned narrowed eyes toward H. It wasn't his fault this had happened, she couldn't blame him for any of it, but he wasn't helping right now. But now she was torn. There was a man here, a man whose arms she felt comfortable in..and she could really use comfort...but at the same time she'd just been caught cheating on the man she loved with this ********. She'd already ******** up royally, might as well use the source of the problem for comfort. Why the ******** not! Let's be self destructive for the day, Candace! "I..I'll buy you a new bottle of whatever that is..." She said quietly in reference to the bottle Jerry had smashed against his head with highly justifiable anger. "...I..I don't.." Candace pursed her lips and looked away. She didn't know what to do now. She stopped talking to step closer to H and lean against the man, hiding her face against his chest. Holding a broken woman was probably the last thing he wanted to do but...but she just needed something.
"You stay the ******** away from me!" She winced and hugged herself instead of H, her fists clenching tightly and clutching desperately at the sleeves of her top.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:47 am
"Don't worry about it," he murmured, setting down his glass to wrap one arm around her waist, the other slowly stoking her back. It would be a lie to say he didn't enjoy the conflict, the tearful, trembling emotion welling up in Candace at this moment. But he didn't consider her broken, not this woman, not now. No apologies had slipped from her lips, no theatrical accusations or demands. No angry denials. Was she vulnerable? Oh...oh yes. But not weak, nothing that merited contempt. Nothing to inspire vapid pleasantries and empty sentiments.
And so he simply held her, once again leaving the decision, the control, in her hands.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:07 am
H held her and she tensed, whimpering and pressing tightly against the man. She hid her face, though with the way her shoulders shook and her breath kept catching in her throat it was clear what she was trying to and failing at holding back. Candace didn't want to admit that the very man who had just pissed her off with his cruel words toward her boyfr--er...e..ex-boyfriend was actually succeeding in bringing her comfort with the gentleness of his actions. This was humiliating. She shouldn't be here. She should leave. H didn't need to see this, didn't need to deal with this. Why should she make him do that? Sure, he was in the wrong just as much as she was having known the entire time she was not a single woman, but that didn't mean she should force him to have to deal with this behavior from her.
..Candace... Atropos crooned gently, sighing. Everything will be alright, Cand-- No it won't. She mentally barked at the weapon, immediately feeling guilty. I..no. I'm sorry. I...I just... She could feel Atropos' disappointment. I know, Candace. I know.
"..May I stay or would you prefer I leave now?" She was okay with either option, honestly. If he kicked her out she would just go back to her room and..probably just cry. But if she stayed she would undoubtedly just want quiet time. She did prefer one option over the other, but it was debatable which one she preferred at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:28 am
"You needn't ever ask, Candace." his hand slid up and around, lifting her chin so that he could she could see his face. The doctor wasn't smiling, or mocking, or angry. It was clear enough that his emotional investment in the current situation was quite low unless one factored in personal amusement. But that didn't mean he didn't care about the woman herself, and so it was with perfect honestly that he continued, "You're always welcome to stay."
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:52 am
She did fight against his hand as it moved to lift her chin, but she did lose that quiet battle in the end. Candace met his eyes, wishing she could hide her shame when she saw the look in his eyes. She was a whore just like her mother. And here she had been so determined to never ever be her mother. It was the reason she didn't do relationships, the reason she didn't love. The reason the very idea of being in love induced panic attacks. The fact that he was amused by all this didn't help matters either. a*****e. At least he was being polite about it. But still...
..Oh.
"...Thank you, H." Her eyes darted toward the door Jerry had just left through and then the door to H's bedroom. She gently moved her head free of H's hand to press her cheek against his chest. If she was always welcome then she'd damn well accept the offer. "I want to stay." She couldn't go out there, not like this. She needed to calm down, recompose her dignity. She needed a goddamn cuddle.
Candace stepped away from H, deftly avoiding broken shards of glass and heading straight for the bedroom she had just run out of. She stripped off the clothes she had hurried to put on and climbed back into the bed without a word, settling under the covers with a sigh. Damnit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 3:07 am
The doctor didn't follow right away, instead choosing to take his time and carefully replace the bottle of scotch. He'd worry about cleaning the broken glass later but for now... Moments later, as the hunter was joining the lovely, warm, and oh so vulnerable woman in his bed, Jerry's phone received a new text message.
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