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Post by Orfeo on Jun 8, 2017 15:36:13 GMT -5
(( Decoii, this RP is set a moment in the past)) It was a little later in the afternoon when Reaver had finally decided to set out for Aldo's home. It was an open invitation that had stood for a couple of days now. If anything was going to get his mind out of the pains of the past, this was it. Even if it was bound to last for only a few short hours. It would be enough. And besides, his spirits were already better than they had been last week. The sun was shining through clear skies but a gentle breeze continuously cooled his skin. Reaver huddled closer into his jacket as he watched cars and motorbikes zoom by on a particularly busy Saturday afternoon. The small shops which lined the sidewalk he was walking on were all filled with people purusing through wares or looking for something delicious to eat. The enticing aroma of bar-b-que steak and ribs became an overwhelming scent, quickly followed by that of lilacs and berries from a local flower shop, which was quickly overpowered by a wonderful stanf of scented candles, each one more enticing than the last with their exotic labels. The market area was mixed in with some residential locations as well. One such place was where Aldo was at, a small home that sat snugly between two buildings, cream colored and independent from any other structure than its own foundation. While he wasn't particularly fond of the color he definitely understood the charm the place brought, from itself and the other homes around the area. One only needed to step outside so that their sour day was turned around even for a few seconds. Reaver enjoyed it and wished he could live there, but understood that circumstances just didn't allow for such things at times. He walked up to the front door and raped on the door, firmly, a couple of times. The most natural of smiles appeared on his face as a feint 'yay!' echoed from somewhere within. Aldo's difficult to curb excitement, even at the simplest of things, spoke of a man truly pure at heart. He had paused all he was doing, which at the time had been doing his best to keep an interesting conversation going with Rose, and stood up from where he sat with a start. There was a smile on Aldo's face that he couldn't hide. "My friend I told you about is here," he explained, brushing away some of his hair from over his eye to tuck it behind his right ear. "He's a fantastic guy. So interesting!" Continued Aldo as he made his way toward the front door. "You guys are going to get along awesomely!" Aldo unlocked the door and presented himself, in black shorts and a simple green tee and completely barefoot, smiling, and immediatelly went for a hug which Reaver couldn't help but return. "I'm so happy you came! Come in, come in!"
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Post by Decoii on Jun 8, 2017 19:58:04 GMT -5
Rose had been spending more time with Aldo now that she no longer spent her time Reaver. She'd thought to herself that he was just simply going to get over it or eventually she'd explain things and all would go back to normal. To be fair, she currently had a small attitude issue and she wasn't the happiest kid in the world at the moment. Still, she wasn't going to dwell on things that she didn't want to think about.
Turns out, Reaver was one of those things.
In fact, he was the main item on a list of small things she didn't one to think about. For example, on the list of things that annoyed her, right after Reaver, stood the fact that she could no longer get her Venti DoubleShot's because they closed the local Starbucks. Seriously, she wasn't the happiest kid in the world.
So, to spend her time, she hung out with one of the happiest kids in the world. Aldo. Not only did he amuse her and turn her frown upside down, but he also got her closer to her target. While this wasn't the nicest thing to do, she was killing two birds with one shot.
Like a doubleshot, that was no longer being sold.
With Aldo, she'd talk, do little odd projects, or watch him play video games. Mainly, they got stoned. Regardless, she did have fun and he was slowly warming her heart. She felt bad for what she was doing, but she didn't feel bad enough to stop.
Rose shifted on the bed when she heard a knock. Aldo's excitement didn't faze her at all, honestly. So she simply nodded at his happiness and allowed him to open the door while she lowered her shorts and lifted her sports bra to contain the amount of cleavage that was showing. Just like Aldo, she was barefooted.
She casually looked at the time and got up, going to the main room to tell Aldo to not forget to pick up the pizza. She was sure that if she left him with the newcomer, he'd forget she was there at some point.
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Post by Orfeo on Jun 8, 2017 20:27:32 GMT -5
Aldo pulled back from the seconds long hug and took a second to look at Reaver over. A smile was plastered on his face that simply refused to go. He once again ran his hand through his hair and did his best to contain himself just a little bit, enough to actually get words out. "God man, I'm so glad you came. There's actually someone I really want you to meet. She's. Super. Cool." He almost dragged Reaver on but hardly had to as the man himself walked in to the living room, making small talk.
Reaver gave no thought to whomever else was in with them. Aldo, of course, talked highly of her. But then again, so did he for everyone he met. He wouldn't put it past the guy to tell Reaver that this girl was America's next president. Only thing was that Aldo hated lying, and well, he'd never embellish that badly. Reaver slowly slipped out of his shoes and socks and placed them over to a corner of the room away from where anyone might stumble across them. "Thanks for having me over," he continued, surprised to see that Aldo wasn't stoned but happy to know the man was still his usual self.
Aldo shook his head, wiping away his hands against his shorts before sticking his left hand into his pocket. He stood slightly hunched over to the minimal degree, keeping eye contact. "Oh come on you know my friends are always - oh! Here she comes. Reaver meet -"
"Rose?" Questioned Reaver, alarm in his voice, not quite being able to believe that that's whom he was looking it. But sure enough it was her. The past couple of weeks hadn't changed her. Not that she would have changed. His gaze fell back at Aldo, realizing that all the praise he was throwing around had been for Rose. His eyes fell back on her, the palms of his hands growing cold. "Oh." Was all he could really bring himself to say, despite wanting to say SO much more.
Aldo almost bounced. "You know Rose? Oh shit, you two know each other? No introductions necessary then." He glanced from one to the other, unable to see Reaver's clearly uncomfortable stance he had adopted, unable to tell that his "oh" had not been one of surprise but rather one of mild annoyance as the very thoughts he'd come here to suppress had suddenly flooded back in a surge.
Reaver looked back at Aldo, almost frowning. The man had no clue, did he? "Oh, yes." His green and brown eye finally fell back on Rose and after what felt like a labored breath of air, Reaver continued. "No introductions necessary. Hi, Rose."
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Post by Decoii on Jun 8, 2017 21:45:39 GMT -5
Rose wasn't that interested in whoever Aldo had over, she was more interested in the pizza to be honest. So as she walked to the door, she barely paid attention to her surroundings as she texted Victoria back letting her know that Aldo would be there in just a few minutes to pick up the pizza. Victoria worked at the Pizzeria and was awesome enough to send Rose a live snapchat of the beauty leaving the oven.
But Reaver wasn't a common name. So the moment that name left Aldo's lips -and said person opened his mouth to say her name- Rose dropped her phone. Clenching her teeth, she kept her eyes on her fallen phone long after Reaver got around to saying hello to her. In fact, after he said hello, she counted until the number 96 awkwardly slowly in an attempt to calm her ass down.
out of everything, this bullshit couldn't be happening to her.
Realizing that her fate was set in stone- this event was happening, and she wasn't going to just wake up from a dream... Unfortunately.- Rose sighed and gathered her energy long enough to realize that she wasn't in the mood to be played with by Reaver, who obviously still had his panties in a twist.
Picking up her phone, she finally looked up to Reaver and rolled her eyes, settling her attention on Aldo as she walked towards the two male figures in the room. "Hun, Vicky called about that Pizza... Want me to pick it up?"
In reality, she was hoping he'd say yes so she could bail out and steal the pizza. Then stress eat herself to sleep.
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Post by Orfeo on Jun 9, 2017 22:43:35 GMT -5
Had this been any other moment a couple of weeks ago or before, Reaver would have laughed out and probably been smacked in the head at how Rose dropped her phone. Had this been any other moment, he would've had some smart-ass comment to reply to her snide and her behavior. He'll, had this been two weeks ago, Reaver would have even been smiling and might have gone in for a hug which she probably would have returned, before calling her an idiot for dropping her phone. And then he wouldn't stop reminding her of how she dropped her phone for the rest of the day as the three of them - Reaver, Rose, and Aldo - hung out, talking, having a perfect time together.
This wasn't two weeks ago, and so, Reaver had no comment on her dismissive behavior toward him. He just stood, still as stone, and watched.
"Oh, shit. The pizza. What a sweet girl that Vicky. If it wasn't for her I'd probably have starved ages ago!" Aldo quickly slipped between Rose and Reaver and headed to the front door, slipping into a very old pair of sandals that were falling apart at their seams. Certainly not something that one should have been wearing even indoors, but Aldo, in his carefree nature, just went along with it. "Oh, no, Rose." He waved a hand quickly, and again pushed some hair from his face as he stood by the front door. "You're my guest here. I couldn't bring myself to let you go and get the food. That's, well, uncorteous." He smiled. "I'll fetch it, and be back in a jiff."
"W-Well let me go with you at least!" Quickly interjected Reaver, finally breaking his gaze from Rose, taking a step away from her and toward Aldo. "Help you carry the food back. It must be a lot, knowing you." Reaver pressed on. "It'll be easier, the two of us, and we'll be back faster. Besides, going alone." His eyes glanced towards wherever Rose was. "Is boring."
Aldo, again, shook his head. "Dude, you just got here. Relax. Sit down, get a drink, have fun. Hell, you guys know you can smoke up the place if you'd like. Mi casa es el tú casa si si." He added in broken English, waving his hand in a stereotypical way that one would if they were trying to imitate an Italian by pressing his fingers together and flicking his wrist back and forth. Had this been any other moment, Reaver would have laughed at his friend's minimal understanding of the Spanish culture. Instead there was some slight desperation in his eyes as he realized that his situation was not going to change. "Bye!" Aldo's voice snapped him out of thought, and before Reaver could say anything, the man was gone.
Reaver turned around and faced Rose once more. He scratched the back of his head, softly. "So..." Reaver sighed. "So, what are you doing here?"
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Post by Decoii on Jun 9, 2017 23:20:15 GMT -5
Aldo was funny. He was someone that constantly brought joy into her life whenever she was around him. Of course, this was every time that wasn't today and right now. No amount of humor, sass, or sarcasm could cure the dark mood she was in. In fact, if Aldo paused to look at her he would have seen the clear dark mood she was in. Rose should have thunder clouds rolling around her head for the mood she was in.
But unfortunately for her, Aldo was himself and didn't notice what was really going on here.
Rose opened her mouth to speak a quick argument when he denied her offer but Reaver beat her to it. Her heart swelled in happiness and she was sure that Aldo wouldn't deny the offer. "Yeah, that's a wonderful idea, really, in fact-" She was interrupted when Aldo denied the second offer and started doing his with impressions and putting on his stupid shoes. She growled lowly, enough for a shifter to hear, and pouted as the door closed behind Aldo leaving her alone with her current enemy. Or friend. She was still trying to make up her mind on that one.
Sighing, she glared at the door and hoped that Aldo would trip and fall for being such an annoying prick who needed to be taught how to pick up what people commonly tried to put down. Granted, she didn't really think of him in this mean dismissive way normally, but she was just rather feeling extremely grumpy at the moment.
She rolled her eyes and frowned at Reaver the moment he decided to even talk to her with something that wasn't an apology. "Oh, wow, it speaks in my 'dirty' general direction." She said sarcastically and moved to stand within touching distance as she lowered her voice. "Wouldn't you like to know? and in all honesty I could ask you the same thing." She shot back bitterly and pointed towards the door.
"Unless you're here to apologize, the door is right there. You can go ahead and leave since that's what you seemed fond of doing in the first place."
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Post by Orfeo on Jun 10, 2017 2:57:35 GMT -5
"Oh, it, yes. Nice one, Rose. Very mature way to start the conversation, wasn't it?" He shook his head, knowing he wasn't one to talk of maturity but very quickly doing his best to avoid that topic as he folded his arms across his chest and looked down over the bridge of his nose at Rose, an unsurprised and unamused look married to the ever-so obvious grimace that made up the twist in his lips.
His eyes flared open for a quick minute. Shock. It took everything in him to stop himself from pushing her hard by the shoulders away from him. "Oh, apologize. Really? I mean are you fucking listening to yourself, Rose?" He closed what little distance there was left between his face and hers to the point that he could have felt her normal breathing and the lingering scent of her breath was somewhat overpowering. His two eyes, lacking the usual spark one would normally find in them, squinted slightly as he met her gaze and stared directly into the soul of her eyes. Reaver almost growled. "After all of the shit that you did to me, after all of the work that I lost because of you, after all of the trust that I placed on you. And you have the audacity of talking to me like I am at fault here?
"I mean, what the hell kind of fantasy world are you living in, Rose?" Reaver backed away, his arms tensing and straining against himself as he forced them to stay folded directly ahead of him. "Where you're the mistreated maiden of the situation. Oh, boohoo." He began, mocking her voice in the manner that he knew she hated, making it seem a little too feminine and a little too like what one would make a princess in distress to sound like. "I lied about who I was and what I did. The. I went and tried to sabotage someone's work. Oh, why does nobody pity me!" He shook his head, and almost spat out the next couple of words as he threw his arm in a very violent, dismissive manner. "Get over yourself!"
"And don't you fucking make me out to be the one in the wrong for leaving when you know damn well that you crossed the fucking line. I could have put you in the darkest fucking hole I could find and forgotten about you. I had all the evidence against you. And what do I do? Break my own damn rules and let you go free knowing what you do, and turn a blind eye to whatever shit you're up to." He rolled his eyes as he took in a deep breath of air and then let it out slowly. It was shaky, wavering unquestionably every time his heart pumped hard against his chest. He could feel the beating all the way up to the arteries on his neck and he hated it.
He didn't wait for her to reply. Hell, Reaver didn't care if Rose was midsetence. His heart was pumping and he could already feel his vision going hazy. He quickly sidestepped around Rose, even doing his best to push her out of his way if she tried to get in front of him again, and quickly made his way toward the kitchen. He grabbed a Corona from the fridge, popped the cap, and downed the bottle in seconds. The whole time he ignored Rose, instead focusing on the bottle and on himself.
At every emotion he had fought hard to keep in check suddenly bubbling up from the deepest confines of his mind before exploding outward into the violent shitstorm that he felt like at the moment. A deep primal growl resonated from down his threat, not something he ever did before.
The Corona bottle exploded against the farthest wall in the kitchen away from himself, the force under which it was caused to shatter showering his arm with tiny pinpricks of glass that bounced off his skin. He stared at the glass on the floor and immediately felt a little more at ease. Something Aldo would have to clean up. Reaver could apologize for it later. He knew the man wouldn't care though. Not for a while at least.
"I'm asking you again," he said in a voice that threatened to shake with every inhale and exhale of air, "on what you are doing here at Aldo's house. Because if I'm to know you, you don't just do shit without there being some ulterior goal in mind. I know you're just using the poor guy to get to something else, so you may as well spit it." He shook his head. "You know what? Fuck it! You're probably going to lie about that too, aren't you?"
Yet despite all the anger he suddenly felt, he almost frowned because deep inside was the spark of sadness that came from a feeling of betrayal he'd never felt in his life. And then, even beyond that, a part of him was glad to see that she was okay, safe, and still the same bitchy self that she had always been. The features on his face softened at this thought, if anything, for a couple of seconds as he took in her form, her face, her voice. And at that moment, he almost felt like screaming, as that gut-wrenching feeling of betrayal grew, feeling like a knife that was dug deep into his abdomen and was slowly being twisted against his imtestines.
Just that small passing feeling of being glad that she was still alive and well was enough to make Reaver truly fucking hate the situation he found himself in now. "To answer one of your previous questions," he added a little more calmly, but with no less hostility laced into every word. "I came here to forget you. Aldo is pretty good at getting your mind off of things you don't want to think about. Clearly, however, he failed this time around."
Reaver finally forced his eyes shut as he inhaled deeply once more and just... waited. Waited for whatever shitstorm was going to pour out of Rose's mouth.
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Post by Decoii on Jun 12, 2017 20:45:36 GMT -5
Rose did nothing more then stare at Reaver throughout his whole fucking temper tantrum because she wasn't going to deal with that shit storm. Actually, she didn't know how to deal with that fucking shit storm because it had never happened. In fact this was the first time that she'd seen Reaver so mind-blowingly upset and she couldn't even remember the last time he was angry.
Was anger even a part of what made Reaver himself? Hell, she was sure he never got angry-never to this point and in all honesty it amused her as much as it concerned her. She didn't know how to react to him when he was being like this because it was a new side of him that was both concerning and amusing at the same time.
So she didn't say one damn thing as he continued with his ranting and raving and she even held her shit back when he threw the beer. In fact, Rose was amazingly amused and impressed with herself that she managed to just nonchalantly stand there watching him as he bitched and bitched and she said nothing.
Actually, she was impressed with herself that she didn't say anything for a couple of minutes after he was done talking. Instead, she raised her brows, pouted her lips and nodded at Reaver. Silently moving over to the broom and picking up the glass mess without feeling much of anything. Yet, Reaver's voice echoed in her mind and as she cleaned, she was finally inhaling the heaviness of his words.
Surprisingly enough though, what triggered Rose's anger first was the fact that Reaver had the balls to make a mess like this in Aldo's house. "You know he's human right?" She questioned rhetorically, because the answer to the question was actually pretty obvious. "He could really get hurt with one of these pieces of glass. In fact, he's Aldo and therefore guaranteed to be an idiot and hurt himself." She said in a tone that was basically calling Reaver out on his bullshit stupidity.
Slowly, she finished cleaning and placed the broom and dustpan back in their place before moving back to Reaver, standing in front of him in a way that pinned him down. "For someone who thinks I'm here for some fucked up reason you sure are a crappy ass friend, you know that? Aldo deserves better then you." She added calmly before smiling sweetly.
"Are you ready for this?" She asked before looking past his shoulder, making sure she didn't hear Aldo coming back in the hallway outside the house. Once she opened her fucking mouth there was no way to shut her the fuck up and she wasn't even going to stop if Aldo did walk in on them.
"First of all, you stupid son of a bitch, I didn't come to you originally with some fucked up motive. Meeting you, becoming friends, fucking you, and everything that our relationship entitled wasn't some fucking scheme. Cause God knows I'm not that fucking smart to have known who you are and stay the fuck away. Which was my biggest fucking mistake.
"Secondly, go fuck yourself with all your fucking repressed anger and your fucking thoughts of me because if that's what you fucking think then I regret wasting a fucking second on you. I regret even fucking liking such an asshole in the first place. 'oh, Rose wasn't who I thought she was. Therefore she lied and lied and was a fucking thieving ass bitch' REALLY, Reaver? Because in reality I tried my fucking best to not lie to you about who I was, I just didn't fucking tell you certain truths.
But im the worst right? Get the fuck over yourself. I didn't do as much harm as you thought I did but im not even in the fucking mood to try to explain myself because you're a fucking prick of an asshole who doesn't deserve it.
You know what?" She paused long enough to laugh and push him in her anger. "Fuck you, you're so fucking self entitled. pity me, pity me, Rose is the villain in this fucking story. Bitch try me. I dare you, try me!"
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Post by Orfeo on Jun 13, 2017 4:27:45 GMT -5
"Yes I know he's human," he snapped a little too loudly, the quickly quieted down as he listened to what she said. Some small pangs of guilt over the glass bottle and potentially hurting Aldo were felt... somewhere. But unlike before, Reaver really couldn't bring himself to care much about it. He listened to her statement and almost agreed to what she had said, that Aldo deserved a better friend. But he kept his mouth shut. If Reaver spoke again, he was going to go off on a tangent. He didn't want this at the moment, didn't feel like breaking more glass bottles around Aldo's home.
No, he wasn't ready. As soon as he had finished going through his self-induced tantrum, he knew what was coming. This was Rose, for crying out loud. Of course she had plenty to say. But before Reaver could get even one word in, he found himself in a position unable to get away, and he found himself assaulted with a barrage of information. Some things made him angry, and instinctively he could feel his fist clenching tightly as he fought back a deep-seated urge to yell back at her. Other times he could only feel as if Rose were speaking. A truth that he didn't want to listen to. Reaver wanted to believe her when she said that she tried her best to not lie. He damn well needed to believe this point.
But that feeling in his chest grew exponentially when he thought of those words; that feeling that he hated and wished was gone because it was something he'd never felt before nor wished he would ever feel again. Hell, Reaver wouldn't even wish it on another person, not even his worst enemy.
"I'd try you," replied Reaver sternly, eyes locked to Rose, unwilling to let his gaze waver. "But I'm not really in a position to move here, because of you. So," he waved his fingers away from himself slightly, telling her to pull away from him a little as a sigh broke free and escaped, a heavy sigh.
She wasn't the villain of the story. Not as much as he was. She wasn't someone that was out for blood. Rose wasn't a cold and calculating mastermind hellbent on tearing people apart. "You don't understand," he finally explained after remaining quiet for a couple of seconds, having let some silence fill the room, "what exactly I'm feeling, do you? I don't even think I'd be able to really explain it to you in a way that would make you understand emotion for emotion what I felt and feel inside of me. It just..." Reaver paused for another second and finally looked off to the side, actually unable to meet her gaze. "Hurts."
His voice borderlined quivering sadness and raging anger. There was obvious amounts of restraint on his part to keep himself from screaming the rest of his thoughts. "I'm leaving," he finished off a pace later, his voice now once again loud and rough, making an attempt to push Rose aside so he could just walk out and do his best to forget that this ever happened.
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Post by Decoii on Jun 13, 2017 18:29:13 GMT -5
Rose felt conflicted and mad and confused because non of the things leaving her mouth were what she really wanted to say and if they were then it wasn't how she wanted to say them. She didn't know how to react to the situation other then scream and rant, shut up while he screams and rants, rinse and repeat.
Rose decided not to move the moment he told her too and she sure as hell didn't move the moment he said he was leaving. In fact, she moved closer and now she could feel his breath fanning on her cheeks as he struggled to keep his shit together. For a second she almost regretted being so fucking complicated, but then she remembered how they got there to begin with and decided to discard that feeling.
"Actually you can land a pretty good fucking hit if you tried right now Reaver." She corrected him. He was in a position to try her, he really was. She was close to him and exposed enough that she would probably let him just so that he could feel some satisfaction.
"Look," She said softly, not backing up. "I wouldn't understand because you aren't telling me. It hurts you and that hurts me," She said softly, melting a little bit and regretting all her previous hostility. "I could stand here and explain myself and tell you all this shit that you just don't want to hear and all this shit that you won't believe or that will just ultimately make you angry."
She looked him in his eyes and held her gaze planted firmly on him. "But we won't get anywhere because we'll fake an apology, or scream, or move on and accept things. Ultimately you're your own person and if you think I've been playing you this whole time I'm not going to say anything that will make you think that I'm playing you further."
Shrugging, she stepped close enough to be pressed against him. "I'm a fucking mercenary, Reaver. I did what I did for my family. You put people like me away, you do what you have to do. No sweet words can change this so you need to tell me where you fucking stand with all of this because this situation is bigger then just me." She didn't want to say these things to him.
Rose wanted to explain herself, and apologize. She wanted to sit with him and go down memory lane so she can explain her actions from the moment she met him and explain why she did what she did as their relationship progressed. But she felt heartbroken and that feeling was blinding her. This situation was more then just about her. It was about her mom, Ryan, anyone else that protected her family and dealt with her family.
She wasn't going to pretend that Reaver would forget her and that would mean good things for everyone else she wanted to protect. For once, Rose wasn't being the piece of shit child she normally was. She was laying all the cards on the table even if she didn't want too.
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Post by Orfeo on Jun 17, 2017 23:52:44 GMT -5
He wasn't going to hit her. As angry as he felt and as much as Rose was trying him, it just wasn't who he was. Reaver knew he'd accomplish nothing by acting out again, more so than what he already had. He did bite his lip, struggling to find the right words, and ended up taking aback slightly by her sudden change of tone to something that begged for reasoning rather than hostility. Her words spoke a harsh truth, and when she admitted that she was a mercenary, Reaver just felt as if he wanted to scream just like he had the moment after their last falling out.
His hand rubbed at the back of his head, seeking some slight comfort in this situation he had never asked for. "I..." he began, a wash of shame overcoming his face in the form of a dull red and heat as he processed his temper tantrum. It made him feel as if he were a child playing at adult. "Mercenary," he continued shortly thereafter, meeting her gaze. He could feel her breath on his skin and as badly as Reaver wanted to push her away, he also didn't want Rose gone.
There is the saying that you don't know how well you had it until it's taken away from you. This was a feeling Reaver was all too familiar with when his mother was unexpectedly murdered. He never saw it coming, never prepared, and never knew how to deal with it afterward. It became a memory he locked away and an empty feeling in his heart. And then came his only true friend, Katie, and learning of her disappearance, and once more yet another empty feeling and another locked away memory. Again, nothing he was prepared for nor something he expected.
And now Rose. Someone that filled that empty emptiness and provided the companionship he had so desperately craved, even if it fleeting and somewhat ridiculous at times. Here was a woman that forced him to go out and do things he never saw himself doing. Someone that would throw him into the den of wolves with nothing but a spoon to defend himself with, and then stand and watch as Reaver found himself at home inside that wolf den. For better or for worse, Rose had become yet another bookmark in his life, a major one at that. The difference this time was that he could see it happening now. He could see her falling away from his life, ending up as yet another locked away memory he'd struggle to not revisit. This wasn't a situation that was blindsiding him, unexpected as it may have been. He felt like he has some semblance of control over the outcome, yet staring at her now, he could see it all slipping away once more.
He wanted to push her away but couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Help me understand why I still trust you," he whispered, doing his best to stop his voice from cracking. "I don't know how it is that you're the one making the most sense between the two of us, but you are." His words had lost the venom that had once seethed between every letter. "I'm not even sure on what I want you to tell me. Something, I guess. Anything." He paused, realizing he wasn't making any sense. Yet he couldn't pull his eyes away. Reaver gulped hard. "Help me understand why, despite all of this, I still feel like I can trust you. Why do I still trust you? I mean... am I completely in the wrong here?"
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Post by Decoii on Jul 5, 2017 19:12:25 GMT -5
Rose didn't know what to say.
It was about the first time that she felt truly speechless when it came to this. After putting her emotions aside and disconnecting her from that strain when it came to this conversation, she realized that there wasn't much to say or anything to do about it, in all honesty. Looking at him and all the emotional turmoil she saw as she looked at his face, she couldn't help but feel deflated one way or another.
She didn't know why he felt like he trusted her especially since he had just screamed at her for breaking that trust and being a liar. His new words showed his core feeling but went against everything else in this situation. Rose was scared her words had swayed him into a place that later he would regret.
So despite the fact that her heart lightened with hope, it quickly sank so fast she was left feeling lightheaded and nauseous. She opened and closed her mouth repeatedly as she tried to form some words to say but ultimately, she just stood there silently. Not saying anything and not letting anything out.
Even if she wanted to apologize, she found herself unable because she wasn't sorry. Rose wasn't sorry for who she was as a person and not even Reaver could change that.
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Post by Orfeo on Jul 5, 2017 19:38:50 GMT -5
Reaver shrugged lightly, somehow finding the silence comforting, realizing that he probably didn't want to hear whatever it was that she could possibly say. He didn't think he was ready for it. Frankly, thinking such thoughts made him feel somewhat sissy-like, but Reaver couldn't help the emotions and thoughts he was going through. He never really considered himself to be someone who was influenced by emotion too much but maybe that was a foolish thing to believe. Everything up to this moment had all been dictated by his emotions and his inability to put them aside.
There really was reason in her silence. Though he desperately tried to find some hint as to what she was thinking in her eyes, Reaver simply ended up coming with a blank. He sighed in annoyance at her lack of response.
"For someone that usually has a lot to say, you're pretty fucking quiet when I need you to be saying something. Got nothing to say, do you? Nothing to fucking tell me then, is it?" He flipped his hands in a questioning manner, unable to really keep himself from getting slightly confrontational. It wasn't without saying that he was aware of how his words were coming out, but this wasn't exactly a moment where he was thinking a hundred percent clearly. One moment he didn't want to fight with Rose and then next he couldn't help but try to get under her skin and pick her apart. It had always been like that between the two from the moment that they first met, yet it had never meant to be something that one would use to hurt the other. "I bet if something were to happen to your family, then you'd be pretty fucking talkative, wouldn't you? You'd have a whole slew of things to say to me and I wouldn't even have to ask you nicely."
A chuckle almost escaped his lips, but with a pause he stopped himself from doing that and instead stared seriously into Rose's eyes. Not bothering to give Rose a chance to reply, he pushed her somewhat away from him and moved to make his exit. "You've got nothing to say to me? Fine. I have nothing else to say to you either. I'm leaving."
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Post by Decoii on Jul 9, 2017 0:18:15 GMT -5
Rose was honestly surprised at Reaver's words. Her silence hadn't calmed him as she was expecting and she was left saddened by that fact. Why was it that he couldn't understand? Why was it that he was being this way towards her? She didn't know. Well, she did. But she was so sure that she was doing all the right things when it came to this situation.
Sadly, Reaver didn't let her think of another way to fix it. He didn't let her think at all as he continued to get angrier and angrier with her the more hopeless she began to feel. She had always tried to be there for him. She had. Except when it came to this situation and she hated that he showed no understanding to her pain but only saw his.
Rose was beginning to feel overwhelmed. She could feel the familiar stinging of tears in her eyes and she swore that if he hadn't moved away and pushed her when he did she would have started crying and begging for his forgiveness right then and there. But as he continued to talk, the hurt mixed with longing and then anger.
She would have done anything to stop him from leaving had he not mentioned her family in such a threatening way. One of the things she wasn't okay with and didn't allow anyone to talk about lightly. Even as a joke. Her mother had lost everything and been through so much these last couple of months that Rose had promised herself to stop carelessly abusing the protection and stepping on every effort her mother had done to keep them safe.
It was her mother that had finally convinced Rose that she needed to wear big girl panties and stop carelessly doing things because she knew someone else would protect her. But when Reaver talked about her family, all sadness and longing vanished and she was left with an uncontrollable spike of anger that it blinded her at the moment.
Her mouth moved before she even had time to think. "Threatening my family are you?" She hissed out, turning around and standing straighter. "At least I have a family to worry about, what about you Reaver? Of course you wouldn't understand. Being abandoned by all of them and not knowing what family really is. If you even think about my family in any way, shape, or form.. I swear Reaver, I will make sure I'll piss on your mothers grave."
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Post by Orfeo on Jul 9, 2017 3:00:19 GMT -5
Reaver had paused straight in his tracks and listened very, very closely to each and every word that Rose said. Each one struck him hard at his core, hitting a theme she knew was sensitive to him, and pushing it further and further at every passing moment. Reaver suddenly felt his heart rate spike up, nostrils flare, and his eyes dart back and forth as thoughts of his mother resurfaced once again. These memories, both warm and extremely painful, mixed with the abandon he couldn't help but feel... the lack of a family.
"What did you say?" he questioned, words now laced in thick and deadly poison. Reaver didn't wait, didn't think, but rather he just acted. Right hand balled into a fist so tight that the claws that had suddenly appeared dug into the skin of his own hand deeply, Reaver suddenly took a wild and uncontrolled swing, entirely blind and in Rose's general direction. The wild and sluggish movement was punctured by a primal sort of scream that cracked under the intensity of its own volume and pained Reaver's throat, short and straight to the point too.
"I don't need family!" He screamed, eyes too now ablaze, the brown and the green taking a glow that was unlike something that Rose, and even Reaver, had seen for themselves. He stumbled slightly in place, brought his left hand up, and rapidly swung a second time as a follow up, still blindly, in no other direction than at Rose. Again, it was a sluggish movement with too much power behind the punch, and with that he found himself quickly backing up, away from Rose, back to the front door as he breathed in and out hard. His entire body trembled ever so slightly, fingers twitching sporadically as the muscles along his arms threatened to spasm out every few couple of seconds. Each one came surprisingly painfully, dully reminding Reaver of the times he had tried to shift fully, ending in pain and trembling similar to the one he felt now. "And I certainly," he continued, pointing a clawed and bleeding finger toward Rose, flaring his fangs at her threateningly, "don't need you."
Reaver opened the front door and slammed it close behind him, holding himself close to hide the shifted portions of his body and casting his gaze downward, unwilling to look at anyone, afraid he'd lash out at them too. He just needed to get far. Away. As far away as possible.
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