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foolishwren) wrote2014-07-26 12:18 pm
foolishwren) wrote2014-07-26 12:18 pm
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[His voice is quiet and tired, almost apologetic, and he shrinks in on himself a little more. He wants to just stop talking, to end this conversation here and maybe just never think about it again but he knows it doesn't work that way. He made a mistake walking away from Henry and the twins, he knows that just cutting everything off won't take back what he's already said.
He shouldn't have said anything at all, and now he just wants to carry this out to wherever it's going and... he doesn't know what. He really, really shouldn't have said anything.]
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[When the words 'and it never will' leave Ginko's lips, Heather starts to move forward.]
[By the time 'that' is on its way out, she's already swinging one of her big black hands to backhand him viciously across the face.]
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But, even if it's likely to do more physical damage to Heather than to Ginko, the sudden impact comes as a complete surprise, jerking his head around to the side and knocking the burnt-out, chewed-up cigarette out of his mouth.
He doesn't turn back to her at first, staring down at the bed next to him, fingers curling into fists until his claws dig into the threadbare sheet. It's not clear immediately whether he's angry or just shocked, shoulders still tensed and hands shaking slightly.]
What--
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[She recoils sharply, reflexively-- and there's a few bright spots of blood left on the very tips of the crystals jutting from Ginko's face. A few more hit the floor as she shakes her claws, biting back a hiss of pain.]
[There's at least a couple of tears leaking out of her eyes now, but she doesn't care enough to hide them.]
That's for being such a dumbass!
[YEAH THAT'S RIGHT GINKO SHE SLAPPED THAT CIGARETTE RIGHT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT?]
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After that last bit of uncertainty, all that shows on his face for a moment is shock and confusion.]
But I--
[Then he catches sight of the blood dripping from her claws, and once again latches onto an excuse to think about something other than his own problems. He's only silent for a moment before standing up, still avoiding looking her in the eye.]
You're bleeding. Just a second.
[His voice is a little closer to its usual quiet, matter-of-fact tone, even if it's a little forced. He moves to step around her, headed for his bag of supplies.]
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God dammit, why does he have to be so much like Dad?][Heather forces out a scoff, hands returning to her hips, blood and all.]
That doesn't matter! Who cares?
If it doesn't matter when YOU bleed, then it doesn't matter when I bleed! And you can't argue with me. 'Cuz I say so. I just know.
That logic can go both ways, see?!
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It's not the same.
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[She takes an ANGRY HOP in his direction.]
No, it's exactly the same!
You don't know anything about where I came from! How the hell do YOU know my case isn't exactly like yours?
What makes YOU so fuckin' special, that it DOESN'T MATTER WHEN YOU DIE?
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I don't know if my situation is 'special' or anything. In fact, that's part of the problem - that phrasing sort of implies that there's actually something important about me. In any case, I know for a fact that your situation isn't exactly the same as mine. You've said enough for me to determine that.
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I haven't said JACK SHIT and neither have you!
So tell me!
Tell me and I'll tell YOU!
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You're not going to manage to completely screw up something as simple as having a family, because you're actually meant to. I'm not. It's never been my place to try, I never had any right to get this involved in your life or anyone else's, and this just goes to prove it-- every time I've ever tried to actually do anything like this, to find a way to matter, I just make things worse. People end up getting hurt, it always goes wrong, and--
[He trails off, clenching his jaw shut and staring down at the floor again. That was way more than he had meant to say.]
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[She doesn't say anything. In fact, not even any ragged, worked-up middle-of-a-fight breathing breaks the silence.]
[It's like Ginko dropped the mic.]
[But if he looks up, he will probably be able to tell immediately that she was not stunned into silence by the revelation that he was Right All Along (tm).]
[Her face, where it's not covered in feathers, is bright red. Her throat is bobbing like words are trying desperately to crawl out of it but keep being swallowed. And her eyes are full-- literally FULL-- of tears that will probably come spilling out any second.]
[And her trembling fists are clenched so tightly that the spots of blood flecking the floor are no longer coming from the scrape she'd gotten on his crystals.]
[SOMEONE JUST FUCKED UP BIG-TIME]
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He wasn't actually expecting her to stop arguing. At this point, he's practically given up on the idea that anyone is ever going to stop arguing with him about this. He wasn't expecting silence.
He looks up, the concern on his face shifting toward alarm when he gets a good look at her.]
...Heather?
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[And then it all explodes.]
My dad is DEAD because of me!
He DIED because he took me in!
[Spittle flies from her mouth as she shouts-- screams, actually.]
His entire life-- GONE! He was murdered in his OWN HOME! Because of ME! Because he took this-- this thing with him when he got out!
Because he couldn't fucking be selfish for five seconds and leave me back where I BELONGED, in HELL!
[The last word is practically roared. And then she whirls around, scattering some loose feathers-- and she's gone. Out the door and back into the night.]