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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 5:06 am
Before the question was asked, Olga had flipped the bacon, and at some pointed, cracked a good number of eggs and added them in, scrambling them in the pan. She had also gotten the toaster going, adding bread. Once it was asked, her brows knitted in thought as she hummed. "Yanno, honestly, I never had anyone do something stupid for me sake before." She admitted, "But---" She tilted her head and staring at the vaulted ceiling for a moment. "I'd try to talk to them about it if I was in that situation. I mean, misunderstandings happen because of miscommunication...and people just make mistakes, yeah? If that someone was my friend, or, gosh, even not---I'd forgive them, I imagine!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 6:35 am
Hitch snorted suddenly into the water bottle, easing it away from his face as he shook it off, licking his lips. "That's such a typical ********' you answer, " which he meant neither as offense or a joke, but a note made with some small degree of amusement, or something close enough to it. He shook his head and rolled idly back and forth, slightly, in the seat, following her gaze to the ceiling as if he'd find some answer there instead.
"An'? What if you're s**t at talkin'? What if they don't wanna ********' hear you? What if it's really totally ********' impossible to fix what they ******** it, an' it's your fault too 'cause you weren't ********' honest from the start? What if they pick someone else over you? What do you do when you don't know what the ******** you wanna do? - is there even anythin' that can be ********' done?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 3:24 pm
Olga grinned, albeit a bit sheepishly. "I'll take that as a compliment!" She chirped, pushing the eggs around in the pan as they cooked. Her brows knitted in thought though as he rattled off a spiel of questions. "Man...that's some heavy stuff." She breathed, and stared at the pan as she contemplated. What did happen with his boyfriend? And did being magical have anything to do with it? Olga always wondered what that had to be like, back when she found out Hitch was Eurydike and that his boyfriend wasn't magical and didn't know...would that kind of situation come to a head, eventually? Hrm. Olga suddenly perked up, and looked over at Hitch. "You keep trying---and you make them listen, because things are only really over once you've given up!" Forever the eternal optimist. "I don't believe in something 'too impossible to fix'---and well, in regards to picking someone else---" Her lips twisted. "Yanno---the road to H-E-double hockey sticks is paved with good intentions..." She leaned once more to grab two plates from the cupboard above. On one plate, she scooped out a hearty helping of scrambled eggs and a generous serving of bacon. She topped it off with two pieces of toast, and presented it to Hitch. "Brinner!" She announced with a smile, and then couldn't help but ask: "Are you talking about your boyfriend?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 5:20 pm
Keep trying, and then what? What if it failed? What even more was there to say? How could they even come back from this after - he snatched a piece of toast up which was probably less because he was starving (even if he was) and more to buy himself some time answering her question. Perceptive, but did it really take a rocket scientist to figure that one out? It wasn't like Hitch really had anyone else in his life. (It panged at him again, the familiar feelings of inadequacy that used to creep up on him - that no one would even notice if he was gone without Tolliver in the picture. He hadn't exactly been wrong, had he?)
Finally though, there was nothing much more to it but to just come out and say it. Hitch set down the half eaten piece of toast and licked his lips. "Fiance, " the correction came automatically, and he winced, a raw ache settling over him as he idly fiddled with his ring. "I mean, he was. I dunno now. I think we're done now. I dunno." He picked up his fork and fiddled with his eggs, a handy excuse not to have to look at her. "He's negaverse now. Cerussite. Did it to 'protect' me he said."
He took a bite, even if just saying that made his stomach churn. "Punchlines keep ********' comin' - the b***h that corrupted him's the same one that ******** me up a few months back - " he gestured vaguely to the scars on his face; Olga would surely get the idea. " - an' he thinks there ain't no way she could've done it. Even if he did, though, like ********' believe me or whatever, might not ********' matter, 'cause purification wipes part of you out for good, like a ********' comic a** eraser. I've seen it happen. Even if he did come back, even if we did fix s**t, Tolliver might not be Tolliver anymore. He might just be ********' Cerussite an' all he'll know is Eurydike, the d**k that punched him in the face an' left him in a goddamn jail cell for a week."
He'd stopped eating. "How's that not too ********' impossible to fix, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 6:00 pm
"Oh." Ouch. Rough. Congratulations should have been in order---had they not been in this situation. Olga scooped the rest of the eggs and bacon onto her own plate, and plucked the next two pieces of toast onto her plate as well. She dumped the dishes into the sink to clean later, took her plate, and then just slid down the counter until she was sitting on the floor near Hitch. She held her plate on top of her knees, and started to scoop some of the eggs into her mouth as she listened---only to choke on her food. Olga coughed, loudly, and her eyes went wide as she stared at him. "He's part of the Negaverse?" She echoed in disbelief. Wow. This was seriously like a story. Like...some kind of fantasy plot twist story. Olga stopped eating for the time, and just listened to him as he went on, eyes wide. "...Purification?" She asked. "There's a way for Negaverse agents to---not be Negaverse agents? And...purifying wipes your memories...?" This was the first she had ever heard of such a thing, and she was utterly surprised. As he finished, though, Olga fell silent, and was wondering, letting out a whistle. Man. Man. That was rough. Nearly incomprehensible as well. She just couldn't imagine, couldn't fathom...to lose memories of someone you cared about, only to remember just one aspect of them. One where not so great things happened. As she thought about it, she also thought of her ever constant role models, Jamie and Claire from Outlander. Their love could survive a twenty year gap...and that was pretty epic. Couldn't Hitch and his fiance survive this as well? Maybe? Hopefully? She was silent for a while as she got lost in her thoughts, and after a bit, snapped to. She looked over at Hitch. "Well---none of that stuff hasn't happened, yet, yeah? I mean---the purification stuff, right? He's still your fiance, and you love him, yeah, and he loves you? He thought the Negaverse was the right choice to protect you---and, yanno, that powerless feeling---if I didn't know the Negaverse any better, and someone approached me...who's to say I wouldn't have joined, either? I can understand that desperate feeling---" She was rambling a bit, and shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts and get her back on track. "It just---it sounds like you're throwing in the towel when you still got a chance to do stuff." She frowned a bit. "And sometimes, Hitch---I just---I think sometimes you just gotta hope---and sometimes that just has to be good enough."
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 6:23 am
Hitch heard what she was saying. But hearing was different from listening, and the ever increasing darkness in his eyes said exactly which he was doing.
"It's never been good enough."
And there it was, spat from the recesses of his mind; those few words said more about him in tone than he even realized, flat, bitter, and above all else, achingly sad. "Nothin' I do ever is. Just this one I thought it might be, but - nah, Olga, no, no, it's not - "
He shut his eyes. "It ain't to say he ain't worth hopin' for. But I knew it. I knew from the ********' start this was gonna do down in flames, 'cause that's just what ********' happens to me. I ain't ********' meant for hopin'. I ain't ********' meant to have somethin' - somebody like him. I knew from the start it was too damn good to be true, 'cause that's just how it is."
His elbows came to rest against the table, and he pressed his forehead to his hands. "I'm tired, Olga. Not just like... sleepin' tired, I mean, just... Everythin'. I'm just so ********' tired."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 10:08 am
It was a gap she didn't know how to cross. She'd never been so down before---that down. She never felt like anything was hopeless, well, except living here in Destiny City and thinking the Negaverse would get her---right up until she became powered. She'd been worried, yes, feeling out of the norm, yes, but had she been where Hitch is now? No. But just because she didn't know how to cross it, didn't mean she wasn't going to try. "Says who, Hitch?" She asked. "Who says you're not meant for hoping and for more? Because the only person who can say whether you're meant for it or not is you---and if you're holding yourself down well, that's just silly!" She paused for a moment. "Then take a little rest, but---well, for a lack of better words, get back on that horse after, cowboy. Is...is the outcome of giving up now going to be worth it later, when you still have a chance?"
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