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At My Window, Sad and Lonely - Billy Bragg |
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So. That was it.
She didn't even remember the walk back to the truck, only that there was a space of time between leaving Victoria and finding herself behind the wheel again. She couldn't even work up the energy to start the engine, so instead she just sat and stared out through the windshield. She would have liked a beer, but she couldn't stand the thought of being among people right now, whether she knew them or not.
It was for the best. Victoria deserved someone's full devotion and she couldn't break her promise to Alicia. Some history was too awful to repeat. Her insides hurt. Her heart, her soul, the lump in her throat, everything. Even the steady thump-thump of her heartbeat ached, a reminder of the bite she'd wanted to ask for. A last kiss goodnight, aided by fangs.
"Don't ever doubt how I feel."
Well, at least she'd said it, been honest in the eleventh hour. It would have been worse to have left it unsaid. Not worse by much, but worse.
She should probably start the engine. The night was kind of chilly and it was getting late. She wanted a beer. Maybe something stronger.
Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against the steering wheel. It was cold and yet oddly soothing, and her eyes closed. This hurt. A lot.
The last time she'd really cried was at Purity's, and it had been loud and raucous due to the strain she'd been under. Now she wept in utter silence, shoulders trembling as tears slipped down her cheeks and splashed on the seat and on the floorboard. The city beyond the confines of the vehicle unknowing and uncaring towards her grief. The truck becoming a sanctuary of sorts.
She'd go home soon enough. Right now, she needed to grieve.
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| Wakey Wakey |
[30 Dec 2005|06:14pm] |
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The ground could have shaken, the sky could have fallen, and the town could have become swarmed by ants and Jordan wouldn't have stirred.
She remained hunched over the table with her cheek pressed into the folder and paper beneath her. Arms were hanging at her sides and feet were pointed towards the door itself. Jordan was obviously fast asleep, the only thing missing from this almost comical scene was a bunch of z's coming from her mouth. She had passed out unconscious and remained that way in spite of whatever might have been happening in the apartment itself.
The kitchen's light was off and the only lighting came from the hallway and this was the only thing that seemed to cause Jordan's eyelid to flutter. She grumbled something under her breath and then shifted her face against the table but still, she didn't wake.
Nyx came up the steps from the bar, he'd worked a shift and now was hungry and tired. He noted there was only faint light coming from under the door, so he used his key though it turned out to be unlocked anyway. He stepped through the door and flipped the switches, flooding the kitchen with light. After he'd hung his largely unneeded jacket on a hook near the door, he turned around and gave an amused smile.
There at the table was a snoozing Jordan, who was hopefully not drooling on the paperwork her cheek rested on. He watched her for a minute before his boots clumped across the floor, taking him to where she sat. He noted her guns and wondered if he ought to actually touch her.
A faint frown creased his face as he considered the merits of waking her up to sleep more comfortably in her bed to leaving her to wake naturally so as to not get him shot. In the end, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook lightly.
( Just Resting Her Eyes )
Nyx quirked a mildly embarrassed smile at being asked about missing her. Perhaps he had been. The tease of her possibly leaving her door open made him blush though and he chuckled softly. "What's there to miss here?" His eyes squinted down when he smiled as he gave a kidding down on self diatribe. "Just a broke down Aussie who works a bar in a dustbowl town." He chuckled.
The water and sandwich finished, he got up again, clearing both empty bottles and brushing the crumbs from the table top before tossing the plastic in a bin for later recycle. He leaned on the counter and shook his head slightly. "What do you have planned for the rest of the week? We ought to get together and go out sometime soon."
"There's the Aussie accent," Jordan remarked with a serious expression until her lips split into a grin and her teeth came together, "That's worth missing."
As he walked over to the counter, she tipped her head and followed him with her eyes. "I think I could be persuaded to take some time off," She straightened the collar of her shirt and then she turned in her chair to face him. "I kinda like the idea of getting out, having some fun.." She trailed off and added yet another shrug.
Nyx snorted derisively and shook his head once. "It gets in the way sometimes, you know." He tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled. "You take care of your work stuff and let me know when you're available." A low chuckle at the potential implication of the trailed off comment.
"We'll see what's out there to be done."
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| Blame, guilt...all that fun stuff |
[30 Dec 2005|11:54pm] |
Jill didn't know which was more satisfying: the hole in the wall of her office or the blood seeping from the fist that made that hole.
The lawyer stared at her hand, fingers shaky as the blood oozed from the cuts on her knuckles, the physical pain almost enough to bring a smile to her face. But what smile might've been there was a bitter one, filled with anger and hurt. A tear streamed down Jill's face as she stood near the doorway to her office, surveying the damage of the last few moments. She'd had it with the crying, the emptiness thick enough to make her puke. In one violent outburst, she trashed it all. Pictures were knocked off the walls, glass breaking from fallen frames. A vase was tossed to the floor, the window broken before briefcase was tossed ten stories below. Papers littered the carpet, carpet also stained with blood. Not Jill's, but that in her fridge. The O-negative she kept cold for those days she couldn't feed from Victoria's tap.
Victoria...
The thought of the vampiress brought a low growl to the lawyer, followed by another slam of her bloodied fist into the wall. The door shook with the force of Jill's strike, and once the violent display ended, Jill broke down, falling to her knees and sobbing. Hands covered her eyes as she sobbed, kneeling before offices doors that were, thankfully, closed.
( Displays of human frailty )
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