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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 30, 2008 2:16:31 GMT -5
"I never have," he replied, not threatened. Not because she wouldn't send him bed-ridden for three days straight with malaria, but because he didn't care if she did.
"I understand solitude, but I also don't care for your feelings if I think you're going to hurt yourself as soon as I leave. So.... no." He tilted a brow, the planes of his face hardening in a stubbornness to rival her own.
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Post by Jules on Aug 30, 2008 2:26:49 GMT -5
Mary continued to hold her hand up, but frowned. "Why do you care at all, Vince? Why do you care if I hurt myself? Won't it be easier for you if you come back and find my corpse cooling?"
Yeesh, he usually didn't need so much persuasion to leave her alone. Usually, he'd rocket out of here the moment he had a valid excuse. "What're you going to do? Stay here?" She scoffed loudly.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 11:52:32 GMT -5
"If necessary," he countered, an edge of anger finally lacing his tone.
He continued, somewhat quieter, "After over a century.... you insult me." Though, perhaps intelligent perception was too much to ask from her.
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Post by Jules on Aug 31, 2008 12:07:45 GMT -5
"I insult you?" She repeated, obviously enraged. "After a century of what Vince?" She snarled and then tried to yank her hand away from him. She was thinking seriously about infecting him with something, but it would be a kind of cheap shot and it wasn't like it'd get him out of her tent.
Finally, why she was really angry broke through and she spilled it all out without entirely meaning to (like usual). "You left me there. You just walked away. I don't think you understand what it means to care about someone."
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 19:58:03 GMT -5
He stared at her, unblinking for several moments. He left her side for less than a day, and what had he been doing for the past few weeks? He sighed in disgust, standing stiffly to his feet. "Clearly," he said darkly, "I do not."
He stormed from her tent, muttering a terse, "If you want to kill yourself, be my guest," as he went.
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Post by Jules on Aug 31, 2008 20:14:33 GMT -5
It didn't matter that it had been exactly what she'd wanted him to admit, it hurt. Him storming out hurt, especially what he said as he did so. Because even though Mary would never ever say it, she cared very deeply about the stupid ignorant mummy. "I hate you." She screamed at his retreating back. The lie of it tasted sour on her tongue.
The moment he was gone, she was isolated again. He didn't get it. It wasn't like she didn't know what he'd done for her these past weeks, but she was horribly, desperately jealous. The moment he left she was alone. While she never minded it before, it had always been her choice. This was like being in prison.
The moment he was gone she dug her nails into her arm again. She was careful, Mary didn't want to kill herself. She wasn't quite there. But the deep welts she was creating weren't going to kill her.
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