I know you said we shouldn't see each other, but can't we at least talk? I won't bring up what happened, even though it's okay. Tav and I are alive and Jamie's better. I'm sorry he said those things. Please call me. I just need to hear your voice again.
Dame what's going on with you? I heard you're refusing Scor and Rose's calls and someone could hear you and Virgo shouting. Just talk to me, please? Even if it's telling me to shut up, just send me back something so I know you're alright. Please?
Dad's moved back in with the rest of my family. I hate it so much. None of us give a s**t about each other and the obligation is only half assed and it's so frustrating to be around James and my mum again. I bet you could help out with Lily, she's acting a lot like you do. She just doesn't know how to turn it down like I've seen you do it. I miss you. Wish we could just talk again.
Dame what's going on with you? I heard you're refusing Scor and Rose's calls and someone could hear you and Virgo shouting. Just talk to me, please? Even if it's telling me to shut up, just send me back something so I know you're alright. Please?
Dad's moved back in with the rest of my family. I hate it so much. None of us give a s**t about each other and the obligation is only half assed and it's so frustrating to be around James and my mum again. I bet you could help out with Lily, she's acting a lot like you do. She just doesn't know how to turn it down like I've seen you do it. I miss you. Wish we could just talk again.
The phone screen flickered blue light across his black-painted features, cold eyes narrowing as he scrolled through the same dozen or so texts. His black nails dug into the screen as anger burned brighter behind his eyes and he had to shut them to hold it back. The gypsy licked his lips and let out a slow, shaky sigh that made his whole body shudder along its length until he jerked violently and flung the phone across the room. It shattered into a shower of plastic and quickly dying sparks, the pictures of cheap latex boots perched atop a toilet seat, teasing glimpses of a flat stomach and a boy holding a sign that simply said "Talk to Me" vanished with the sparks.
He thought of all the texts he'd received since the accident, the disappointment in Albus's voice when he'd agreed that if Dame didn't want to see him, then they shouldn't. Dame had wanted to see him early on to tell him to leave him alone, that he was lucky to be alive and obviously it would never work. Albus just wanted something to bury himself into, wrap up on what he thought would be love and affection and mind-blowing romance, but Dame knew how it would turn eventually and how much of a waste of time it would be.
His skirts dragged behind him as he hurried from the bedroom, coming down the hall and the length of winding stairs to get to the bathroom. The lighting was soft, comforting in how clean it all was. He felt heavy, filthy with those idiotic pictures. He laughed bitterly as he looked at his own reflection. Trying to figure out why Albus had thought such disgusting pictures would get his attention was beyond him. Of course the awkward angle of a cheaply made shoe and a just barely passively clean toilet would turn him on - if he were an idiotic skank.
A scowl caught him and he thought briefly of smashing the mirror, how pretty the sound of breaking glass would be and how satisfying the pain in his knuckles would feel, but he let it alone and moved for the drawer just beside his hip, digging through until he found the scissors that would get rid of some of that god forsaken weight.
The first cut made his stomach clench and turn to ice, but as he watched the hair fall to the floor at his feet he grit his teeth and let determination take over and the scissors do as they pleased.
