Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-11-08 10:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Monday, October 14 [Backdated]
WHERE: Zoe's apartment
WHAT: The Sin doesn't understand
WARNING: Semi-shattered window, hungover Sin
Wonder Woman had been trying for hours to get Greed to wake up but he was out cold in a deathlike sleep. Between the booze, the drugs and staying up to watch his girlfriend like a hawk, he was exhausted. She'd never seen someone sleep so hard. He was the energizer bunny that crashed like a kid on a sugar rush at the end of the day. She couldn't even get him to open his eyes, so she took the opportunity to rid him off his jeans, working her way to his boxers to unveil what she'd been wanting since his tongue went down her throat at the rave.
It was nearly two o'clock before he started to come to. She had even given up when taking off all his clothes didn't make him even crack a smile. She was draped over him like a sheet when he cracked his eyes, expecting to see Zoe curled up at his side. Instead he was thrown with the smell of strong perfume and a body that he didn't recognize. Last he remembered he had on clothes. But there grinning like the Cheshire cat was Wonder Woman in her tiny red undies reaching behind to undo her bra strap so those giant puppies would drop in his face.
"Where's Zoe?" He sat up also trying to locate his clothes on the floor. "Oh that girl left hours ago, but I'm here now sexy," she purred shoving him on his back and straddling his waist. "Where were we sweetheart?" She licked his ear trying once again to get him motivated. It would be a shame if someone that hot couldn't get it up. "Come on baby," her nails raked down his chest, grabbing hold of his hands so she could put them on her massive boobs with a squeeze. They didn't even fit his hands they were so fat. After some wiggling Wonder Woman had her tongue back in his mouth fondling his tongue. It felt good except when he could practically taste her perfume. It wasn't even the good stuff, it was cheap and Greed liked expensive. When she moved down his chest with her mouth he had to wipe his face off on the pillow. It still didn't get rid of the taste. Her tastes however dived a little lower. With teeth. Greed was all for rough play, but even more disturbing than her bad choice in perfume was the fact he wasn't getting aroused.
"This isn't working..." he grumbled with a pillow over his face. Maybe if he didn't look at her he could get through this. He motioned with his hand for her to continue, but instead of her mouth she sat up with her hands climbing up his legs. She caught sight of Wonder Woman's golden lasso, but it wasn't hers. She still used it to tie his hands to the bed posts. Maybe that would help him get in the mood. She clawed her way back down his chest to his torso where she scraped her teeth down that perfect pack of abs of his. He was dick deep in Wonder Woman but in her mouth.
Greed mumbled into the pillow after a few strokes of her mouth and tongue. Something was needling away in his slightly sober mind. Though that could have been the headache that was growing by the minute. "What's my favorite color?" The woman pulled the pillow down from his face. "What was that handsome?" Greed repeated his question in a groan. "Why would I need to know that?" She grinned took wipe her mouth and scale up to his for a kiss. "I just want you to fuck me, I don't care about what color makes you happy unless it gets you horny."
Greed grinned but it came with a price. He had a deal to make. "You answer correctly I'll stuff you like a thanksgiving turkey. You answer incorrectly," he shook his tightened hands, "you take this off." He wasn't in the mood for being dominated. The girl kissed him again not taking him so seriously. "Fine," she giggled in thought. "Ummm red," she said width a wiggle of her butt as she dug her nails into his chest and a purr. Without a flinch he smiled wide. "Take the lasso off." His voice was so deep and serious she complied letting him sit up. He looked as if he would strangle her. "Come on, ask me another one." She wasn't about to let sexy get up and walk away. She was going to fuck this guy and hard.
Greed gave her another question that he was certain she could answer. She'd practically licked it off his ear. "What animal do I like?" He kissed her with a strong tug on her lip between his teeth, "I'll give you a hint..." his voice lowered enough that she swore it made her tingle in all the right places, "it's in one of my tattoos." He let her lip go so she could answer. Once she looked over the tattoos on his chest she thought she had an answer. She mistook the Greed symbol which to her looked like a bird. "A cock," she hummed with the lick of her lips. It infuriated Greed that she had fucked up that answer. He wanted to like all her holes but that wrong answer didn't settle and it pissed him off. To make up for it Wondy girl shoved him back down. "Stop talking, enough questions. Just fuck me." She was getting impatient. She was going to go crazy if she didn't have him in her now. With her nails digging into his shoulders she started rubbing up against him, but Greed felt like she wanted to just feed him quarters for the ride. A year ago that would have been the norm. Greed liked sex, sex was his air. It still was but somewhere in there things had changed. Wondy was wet and ready but she couldn't tell him a thing about him. And it made him mad. His hands gripped her wrists shoving her off him. Now he had a headache AND obviously not getting his wick dipped tonight.
Greed got up to pack all his shit, tipping the hotel clerk that there was a sexy girl upstairs ready for a fuck. Meanwhile he got outside to find that the sun was out. He had one place to go because obviously by what was left in the hotel Zoe had been picked up. He stumbled outside with his shades on. This was one hell of a hangover. He dropped all his shirt off with a long ass shower before going out to find his girlfriend. When he made it to the apartment someone else was waiting outside for him. Theseus. Who had gone and come back with the feeling Greed wasn't going to stay away. So when he found the Sin headed towards the stairwell Theseus stopped him with a punch in the gut. It threw Greed back because he wasn't expecting it. That with a bad hangover made him stumble backward. "What the fuck?" Greed started to get up but Theseus used it as a way to knock Greed out with a few more hits that would keep him on the floor. Greed was too weak to have much of a fight no matter how sober he was. His body was just tired. Another opportunity that Theseus used to call the police so that Greed would spend the rest of the afternoon behind bars for domestic disturbance until he was completely of sound mind to be released back out on the street which wasn't until Monday morning where he made another guest appearance at Zoe's window which was locked. When he peered in he could see a lump so he banged on the glass letting it rattle against his knuckles.
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Zoe had been up since early that morning thanks to Jonah forcing some food in her which she knew her grandfather would be grateful for. She should call him to let him know she was okay but she still hadn’t turned her phone on. She was annoyed at herself that it’d been over 24 hours and she hadn’t heard from Greed. But she didn’t want to hear from him. And so the endless cycle would go. She called out of work sick because she didn’t want to see anyone today. Just one day of a pity party because her boyfriend sucked ass. She was in her flannel PJ’s under the covers when she heard the noise at the window and frowned. She didn’t think it was him so she pulled the covers off and turned to look at the window, instantly regretting it when she saw him. He looked… like a douchebag. But roughed up with scruff and shades and he still looked better than most men who were impeccably groomed. She had a look on her face like he shot her when she saw him and the only response he got was her throwing the covers back over her head and scooting closer to the wall that her bed was against so he could see less of her lump from the window.
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The sun was still too bright for him to take off the glasses but there was a little bit of relief when he saw her move. It was more than he’d seen in practically a day and a half. He still in the back of his mind thought he’d killed her and someone had shoved her body out into the dumpsters. He’d even looked leaving the hotel. He rapped on the window again this time a little louder and with an obnoxious repetitive tune. When she still didn’t open up he climbed down the stairs a few flights dragging a potted plant back up with him this time tapping it on the glass. He’d hurl it through the window if she didn’t open it up. “Zoe open this window or I’m breaking it.” He stood up cocking his arm back. If she didn’t want a draft she would throw that window open.
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She ignored all the taps but when he made that threat she doubted he was strong enough to break the glass. She peeked out from under the covers and shouted, “Go ahead, I hope you get cut on the glass.” she didn’t know why she thought he wouldn’t do it but as soon as the pot started sailing towards the window, she flew out of bed, “STOP!” her hands up in front of her. Oh my god, he was a jerk and a lunatic, almost two days away from him and she’d forgotten that fun fact.
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He’d already propelled his swing which put a nice hole into the glass. It would have cracked even more had he had another pot. These old windows were tough. It at least had her attention now and had him release some of that pent up frustration that he had to get out. It sent a cold chill through her window which he looked through now. Even with the double-breasted coat he was still cold, the tips of his ears turning as red as the collar of his jacket which was pulled tightly around his neck. It also didn’t hide the fact that his nose was starting to turn a matching shade. “Finally! Jesus fuck Zoe.” He motioned at the lock expecting her to just open it on up.
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Her jaw hit the floor as the pot smashed a baseball sized hole in her window and cracked the glass. She shivered when the cool air came rushing in and she looked at him in disbelief, not able to say a word at first, just breathing hard from shock and anger. “You didn’t break enough things of mine that you have to break my home?” she looked pretty pissed as she stormed up to the window and glared at him, she was not opening that window, he’d have to break it apart with his hands and crawl inside if he wanted in so bad.
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“I told you to open it!” She was still being stubborn. Hadn’t she put him through enough laying there like a dead lump in the hotel bed making him panic like that? It tore his stomach in knots. He looked down for something else to smash through that window but he was all out of pots. He started to take off his coat, wrapping it around one fist to snap loose some more shards of glass so that he had more than a hole to peer through and reach down to try and unhook the latch at the bottom.
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She reached through the hole and grabbed his coat, whatever she could grab her hand on and yanked on the material hard, using it to plug up the hole and also preventing him using it as a fist guard. “And I told you NO. What do you want.” she just wanted him to leave.
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He yanked back just as hard but all he was doing was running jagged glass down his arm. Not deep enough to do more than bleed, but it was the blood that made him stop. The first thing he did was look at her arm before noting that it was coming from him. That’s when he whined like a baby. “Zoe look what you did now. FUCK.” He was still mad, but he couldn’t get over the relief that she was actually breathing and fighting him. “What the hell is your problem?”
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She wouldn’t budge at all on the coat, and she glanced at the marks, mere scratches, he was fine. She was getting even angrier and said, “My problem is you. And your problem is me. So why don’t you solve both of them by LEAVING.” she practically ground out the words.
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"I will not leave!" He didn't care if she wanted him to. He would camp out there all day and all night. He made another grab for his coat that she had managed to drag away from him. He was carving his arm like a ham, but he wanted to see her more. Even if she fought him tooth and nail. Maybe the cuts would be a sympathy card. It was a stretch seing as he'd thrown out every card in his deck out by what stunts he pulled at the con but he was willing to try. He'd forgotten what Wrath had said about groveling. This wasn’t groveling.
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“Would you stop it!” she yelled when he kept getting cut up for his stupid coat. She plastered her hands over the hole with a bunched up part of the coat covering it so he’d stop hurting himself. “What do you want!?” she asked in an exasperated voice. She kept asking but he wouldn’t tell her, she had a feeling he didn’t even know why he was there.
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"I want you to let me in. Now." He didn't know why he just wanted to see her. After that fiasco with Wondy girl and Zoe's brush with death Greed wanted to touch her. "You're really here right?" He wasn't just fighting a memory in his head? "I thought you were dead." Whether or not she could see him right now his voice was shaking just thinking about it. He'd really been freaked out.
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“Sorry to disappoint.” her voice was acidic, “But I’m still here.” Wondy had explained to her about how Greed had been waiting for her to die and asked her to come back. She kept the way barred, “And you’re not getting in. I’m fine, now go.” which she wasn’t fine at all but still.
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Why was she so stupid right now? Of course he didn't want her dead! He struggled still to break his way in even at the expense of his nice clothes. He wanted to see her damnit, even if he didn't know why. "Answer me something....what's my favorite color?" He knew she knew, she wore it pretty often. That's when it clicked that she did that for his benefit. Women tended to wear red and blue around him because they were seductive. Yellow was his color though and she wore it. He had to hear her answer correctly to make sense of why Wondy girl didn't do it for him once she was naked and willing.
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She still plugged that hole up with his jacket giving him no place to work off of to try to break the rest of the window. She gave him a look like he was truly insane. “What!? Why?” she knew the answer but she didn’t know why he was asking. He was being crazier than usual.
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"Zoe!" He grumbled against the wall she was creating not letting him inside. Why was she fighting so hard? "Just answer the question! Because I got another one so answer!" He had to see how he felt after she made an answer and if it made any sense to him because ridge now he was still confused.
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She couldn’t believe that he didn’t want to even try to save their relationship. He really thought he did nothing wrong and she was being unreasonable because she wasn’t doing what he wanted. She wanted to punch him. Maybe everyone else was right.. “If I answer your stupid questions, will you leave?” her voice rising because under all her anger, it hurt to see him.
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He needed that answer before he could figure out what to do. "Only on one condition. You let me come in long enough to patch up my arm." He'd bleed all over everything if it got him inside only for a minute.
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She shook her head, “No. I answer your stupid questions, you leave and go to the pharmacy down the street to get patched up.” she had one more ace she had up her sleeve if he wouldn’t agree to leave, his dumb yellow monster. She couldn’t fight him and she didn’t want to ask her grandfather or Jonah to tangle with Greed. As much as she hated him, she didn’t want him to get beat up. Maybe just a little.
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She wasn’t budging not even a little. Fuck it all Zoe. He could tell she was going to make this as painful as she possibly could. Fine. “No. You answer my questions. I go to the pharmacy but not before you let me talk. I’ll camp out at this window all damn day and all damn night.” He made a grab for her again trying to get ahold of her hand so he could feel it in his own. He had to make sure he wasn’t making this up in his head. He was still feeling some after effects of whatever he’d thrown his body into two days ago.
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All he’d feel was her hand but through the fabric of his coat, no skin. And as soon as he touched her, she moved her hand away but kept the hole covered. “I don’t care if you start renting out my fire escape, but you are not getting in. my. home.” especially not after his violent display and trying to hurt her earlier. “Do you understand that?”
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"Fine." He removed his arm stepping away from the window before he asked in a pitiful voice if he could have his coat back. It was cold out, did she wasn't him to freeze to death?
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She eyed him warily as if she didn’t trust him and in fact, she didn’t. She gave him a harsh look, “If you try to come in, I swear I’ll never speak to you again...” she was dead serious, she didn’t want him in her home and she was too ripped up inside to handle his tricks. But.. she didn’t want him to freeze to death.
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"Got a bandage?" Though current situations probably made her not trusting of him to even leave the room. He could see in her eyes she was cutting him off at the knees before he did anything. His favorite toy was spitting fire. He remembered then what Wrath said and he sat down on the escape Indian style so that all she could see was a tuft of blonde hair at the hole in the glass.
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She wanted to tell him no and that he could bleed all over the fire escape for all she cared, if he wanted a bandage he could go get one. But… he seemed to be respecting her wishes he stay outside so she gave a nod. She left the coat so he could pull it back through to his side and then raised a finger, “If I even see the tip of your finger come through that hole…” she said in a warning tone as she moved to leave the room and get him a box of band-aid’s.
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This was bad. He knew it he just didn't know how deep in he was in this shitstorm. Pretty deep apparently. He nodded folding the coat in his lap, nothing but his t-shirt to keep him warm until he'd doctored his arm. The sun was still out but no longer in his eyes, so he took off the shades to reveal the shiner Theseus had left him with.
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Zoe took a deep breath in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, she still looked awful, pale, felt worse. If she was smart, she’d just tell him to get lost. She sighed and snatched a box of band-aid’s from a drawer. When had she ever been smart with Greed? She came back into the room and jammed the box into the hole and stepped back so there couldn’t even be an accidental brush of fingers in the exchange. If she noticed the black eye, she didn’t comment on it. All she said in the same hard tone was, “Yellow. Next.” she wanted whatever this idiotic survey he was conducting to be over so he could leave.
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The box dropped in front of him. He'd looked through the hole at her but she wasn't close enough. "Do you have to stand so far away?" One thing was for sure she wasn't giving him any special treatment. He ripped back some bandaids and their paper to pay on each cut. "Favorite animal?" The other girl had had nothing but his dick in mind so he was just a meat machine and it was because of Zoe that he even noticed or cared.
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She gave him the same look and sat down on her bed, there she wasn’t standing so far away now. She was sitting so far away. “Frog.” she said it in a tone like she had no idea why he was asking her such stupid basic questions anyone who went to the library could learn about him.
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He peeled back another bandaid, slapping it on his arm to cover another scratch. She didn't have to say anything to make him feel bad, that self loathing shit he'd felt with Wrath there drug it's ugly face in. He sighed loud as she put even more distance between them. "I called Wrath when I thought I'd killed you." That insufferable choking feeling was back in his throat as he tried to recount the last few days. "I didn't mean for all that. I just wanted you to loosen up." He smacked the back of his head on the railing more talking to himself now about how he fucked up. "I was mad." But that excuse sounded so flat now with the cold silence between them.
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“That’s great. Thanks for not burying me. You can go now and take your anger out on someone’s elses window, maybe someone who can afford to fix it since it’s autumn and we’re in New York.” she held her hand out and gestured for him to leave, not moved even a tiny bit by what he said.
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Greed had never seen her this mad where nothing he said made her bend at all. Nothing. She was stone. He could have thrown a brick and she wouldn't budge. He was compelled to keep talking but he wasn't sure it would do anything. "Wonder Woman came back....I didn't even know you were gone." It freaked him out. "I didn't fuck her. It was like I was a machine she stuck quarters in to make me go. So I left..." He waited for her to respond or something. He could apologize but this felt like a royal fuck up. He may have just destroyed this all on his own.
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Everything he was saying made her feel worse. He didn’t even know she was gone? It took him two days to come to her because he didn’t know she was even gone. Right, sure he wasn’t fucking that Wonder slut. And after all this, he wanted her to give him gold stars and sympathize with him. “Why are you here…” she asked quietly and then looked at him, “Seriously, why are you here? You want sympathy? From me? You…” she blinked and tried to find the words, looking around the room as if they might be there.
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"No I came here and your asshole grandfather came at me swinging. I woke up in jail. I came here from there." It wasn't much but it was his excuse and it wasn't a line. He did want something from her he just wasn't sure what.
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She glared at him, “No, Greed. I asked WHY you’re here.” that’s right, she sin named him. She only did it when she was really mad and because whenever she got really mad was normally whenever the Sin had taken over and her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. She was not going to be soft this time. This time he was cruel and wanted to hurt her intentionally and she was not going to put herself in that situation with him again. Everyone had said he’d do it but he’d promised her that he’d never…. and he did.
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In Greed's defense he never thought he'd physically hurt her. Not like he had to Stella. There were a lot of damaging factors that played a role in his Sin lashing out. She hadn't asked him why he had but the tone in her voice sparked his attention, drawing him out of this woe is me state of mind. He was going to bring it up. It couldn't continue to be the elephant in the room. "Did you think if we played perfect couple in most days that you'd never have to deal with the awful side of me? I'm a Sin, you can't just stick your head in the sand and ignore it. It's there, it's a real part of me as any part of me. In all seriousness it's there and I warned you but you didn't listen to me. He gets mad. He gets jealous and its not sweet or cute. It's mean."
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That burned her up so bad, she got off the bed and stormed towards the window, smacking the glass with her hand, “No!” she shouted at him, “You do not get to blame this on your Sin!” she had tears in her eyes but she wouldn’t let them fall as she raged at him, “You do NOT get to tell me ‘hey babe, I WARNED you’ as if this is my fault. Did you let me walk away? Did you? When you knew this awful side of you was there?” she hit the glass again as if she wanted to hit his face. She had seen him start to go dark, she wanted a break that night, he wouldn’t give it to her. So she tried. And she failed. If she didn’t try, she still failed. “When I stay, oh stupid Zoe, I told you you’d get shit on, and when I try to go, oh Zoe just doesn’t love that side of me. Always. Zoe’s. Fault. Somehow.” did he see that pattern? Cause she was starting to. There was no winning with Greed.
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He stood up at the sound of her smacking the glass, hoping it shattered into tiny pieces so there wouldn't be this stupid barrier. She made him mad. "No I said that this is real. I said that that dark part of me is mean and vindictive. I know you didn't take it seriously." He was pushing it on her because he was selfish and he wanted to make himself feel better. He wanted to stop feeling like shit. But he only made her feel as bad as he did and that was wrong because this was his fault. But she couldn't just hide this part of him because it would happen again. "Now I didn't mean for it to go that far. I didn't want to make you fall out like that. It...It really freaked me out," and that was the Sin that felt that way.
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She knew he was a selfish asshole but she didn’t want him to have any excuses right now. “Oh I’m sorry that it freaked you out.” her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Though you know I noticed you obviously weren’t that freaked out since you told that slutty girl to come back later to fuck because the bed was occupado by your maybe dead girlfriend.” she put her hands on her hips, “I’m really disappointed in you, Greed. You coulda just had her on the floor. Or up against the wall. Oh wait, how rude of me, that might have been uncomfortable for you and that’s what matters. Though I guess I really should thank you for not shoving me in the tub so you could fuck her right away. What goddamn restraint you have!” that night.. had so many things wrong with it, they wouldn’t be able to cover them all in one fight. But right now, all Zoe heard was Greed trying to blame this on her, and make it about how he felt, how she did it wrong, she didn’t get it. She just heard what she felt from him for awhile now, unhappiness with her.
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"The bathtub was too small!" He spat back since she wanted to be a bitch. He'd come here for an answer when he was so mad he could spit nails but still wasn't willing to leave because she accepted him, she knew the things no one else bothered to know and he found he liked it as much as he hated It...and he was pretty sure he liked it more than he hated it. He growled after her then stomping his feet on the wiry fire escape. "So you hate what's left huh? You hate Greed because he's not safe. You hate Greed because he fucks up or wants to fuck. You hate Greed so damn much I can see it on your face. Well fuck you I can't even enjoy not having feelings anymore because they're there and no matter what I do it's not YOU." He slammed his coat against the wall because he really wanted to hit something but his body hadn't gotten all his energy back. Wrath said to apologize but he couldn't even get that right. He wanted her to hate him but he knew he wasn't happy without her.
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She looked hurt when he spat that bathtub line back at her. She was mad, and hurt, and he was being so cruel, she wanted to lash back out at him, so she did. “I DO!” she yelled at him, but it was for none of the reasons he stated. She smacked the window again with both her hands, another crack appearing, “I hate you because you’re cruel to me. I hate you because I’m not good enough or perfect enough for you. I hate you because you don’t love me. I hate you because you treat me like I’m some sort of…” she took a breath as her face crumpled and she choked on her words, “..cancer! Like I’m this thing you have that’s permanent and you hate it and can’t figure out how to get rid of it.
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"Oh well if you're the cancer I must be chemo. I drain the fuck out of you until you can't even stand. Then when the doctor says it's not working you'd stick with the cancer rather than go through another round of radiation. Newsflash Zoe, you might be the cancer but I want it there." It was then that the Sin was starting to open up to the idea that he might just love her too in his own psychotic way.
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She was getting lost as he used her own analogy against her and she waved her hands around, “That’s not how it works! Cancer is not a good thing you lunatic. It’s something that eats away at you and destroys you. And you have been unhappy for awhile. You started lying to me again and it’s been going downhill since then and no, I didn’t know how to stop it but I tried. I did and it wasn’t enough. And I don’t care why you went dark, I don’t care THAT you went dark but you did. Do you remember at the rave your arms around me? I told you you were hurting me and that look in your eye, Chance…” she shook her head, his real name slipping out as she kept talking, “You kept going. You were crushing me, bruising me, on PURPOSE. You were trying to physically hurt me because you wanted to hurt me.” so she really couldn’t believe him when he said he wanted her there unless it was as a punching bag.
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He slammed his hand against the wall. "That's just it! The dark side of me doesn't just go on vacation whenever it's convenient. It'll come back and what do we do then? Try to shoo it away?" She was still a part of him whether she wanted to be or not. The night of the rave was partially a blur, but he seemed to remember all the important things that had gone all wrong. "I wanted you to stay..." He was pointing the finger again instead of admitting she was right. He hung his head, "I didn't ever think I'd...I shouldn't have...I don't want to, but I did..."and it wasn't okay, he could see that now.
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She shook her head, “And the next time your dark side wants to break my arm? What do we do then? Try to bribe it not to? Beg?” she was scared. She’d had one immortal break her like a toy. Greed was big and powerful, he could damage her physically if he wanted to. “I was staying. You knew that. And you still did it. You’ve…. never hurt me like that before and been aware of it. You crushed me like that at the airport with the priest and didn’t know it. You shot me without knowing it was me. You’ve bruised me when we’re in bed because you didn’t realize.” she put her hands on the glass, her brown eyes peeking out of that jagged hole, boring into him, “You knew it was me this time. You knew what you were doing. So tell me why…. why did you wanna hurt me.” there had been such disgust and hate in his face when he did it. Not just when he crushed her, but when he kissed that girl, when he gave her the drugs. And if he hated her, even a little bit, he had to say it. He had to get out the bad stuff so they could get through it otherwise they never would.
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When she bullet pointed out all his hits it sounded so much worse in spotlight. It was even worse with her fat brown eyes as stone as her voice. There was no warmth in them at all. Just ice and uncertainty. Would he do it again? At that moment when even he couldn't answer that question it disturbed him. He had this awesome girl completely devoted to him, something even the Sin could say he wanted but didn't know how to deal with it and he was destroying it. "I was angry at you for Poseidon. I hated you even for a moment and I wanted you to feel the pain I felt. I wanted to be angry at you..." He still was a little bit but not for vengeance. "But when you wouldn't move, when you were just limp in my arms...that worry outweighed the hate. I didn't want to lose you no matter how angry I was." But he realized that made him no better than Poseidon. He'd tried to hurt her not protect her.
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“You were angry at me… still are it feels like.” but she still didn’t believe him entirely. “That’s not how it works. You don’t get to smash your toys and then only when you realize you won’t have a toy left to play with you stop. This was about more than Poseidon and you know it. You wanted to hurt me. Physically. I stayed. You then gave me drugs, taking my choice away. You hurt me mentally. And then you hurt me emotionally with that girl. You hit me every way you knew how. You didn’t just stop at one. And you can say the worry outweighed the hate but it didn’t erase it. It’s still there and it’s gonna come back to the surface now that there’s no veil of worry to cover it.” he still had wanted to fuck the other girl and she was sure he did. Even while she was sick and passed out.
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The Sin didn't know how to stop once he got rolling, he had to learn that there were consequences to his vengeance. This where he was different from Envy. Greed wanted to be liked and he wanted to hang on to the things he had. He wasn't mean without reason.his things were threatened by the a series of events that he pinned on Zoe. The Sin didn't understand so he lashed out. "I couldn't stop...I was high, I was hyped up on the energy and I didn't stop..." He paused trying to formulate the words. Saying he was sorry still felt foreign. "I'm sorry."
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The gravity of what he did was so severe that it couldn’t be fixed by sorry. “Sorry for what? For turning me into a domestic abuse victim like my roommate already thinks I am? Or for treating me like some malfunctioning toy that wasn’t doing what you wanted? Or is it for being just like all my other boyfriends. But you know what, they had the decency to not cheat to my face.” so it made Greed worse than them. He had wanted to make her hurt? Well now she was showing him that he should be happy because for once with her, the Sin got exactly what he wanted.
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The Sin had gotten what he wanted, but just like the time he stole her necklace it just felt all wrong. It felt wrong because it wasn’t what he really wanted. It was only what he thought he wanted. "I'm not happy...doing all that only gave me a temporary fix...It doesn't make me happy at all." It hurt that she thought of him so harshly. She hated him, she truly hated him and that was painful.
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It stung for him to admit that all those things had made him feel good when he did them. “Then what will? You wanna break my leg? Put me in a coma? Fuck that girl again? But this time you should do it with me in the bed so I can feel her bumping into me.” she was being harsh because she was tired of considering his feelings. He had pulverized her in every way possible and now he was upset about it. Fuck him.
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"I didn't fuck that girl!" He slammed his hand against the wall. That wasn't the point, the point was he'd really fucked up. "Stop saying that..." The gravity of all this hit him right in the gut, now she was just hanging it all up for him to see. By nature Greed might be a Sin but killing was never an option unless necessary. Hurting however seemed much much worse. He couldn't always stop it but he could try. The fact was he hadn't even tried, he just let the dark take over. He let his envy and wrath and lust make his choices. He was always going to be this alien in the human world instead of a part of them. He felt defeated and that just couldn't happen.
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She shook her head because there was something that she realized and she hated as she looked at him and it hurt her to say the words, but out they came quietly, “I don’t believe you…” he had damaged her trust when he went behind her back with Wrath and instead of letting the crack heal, he blew it wide open with this. Hurting her physically was something he promised her he’d never do… and now he did. He lied and abused her and now what trust she had in him wasn’t gone (because she did love him and want to believe him) but it was utterly broken. She wasn’t safe with him, and neither was her heart safe in his hands anymore.
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The fact that he could see it in her face that her trust was gone it was a brick being buried in his stomach and it wasn’t going anywhere. "What?" He asked as if he hadn't just heard her correctly. "So what are you saying?" Those words were a little choked, like he'd swallowed something so fat he couldn't get it down. That same panic he'd had when he'd thought she was dead was back. It made him antsy and on edge.
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She didn’t look at him as she even wondered what she was saying. There was no relationship without trust. And she didn’t trust him like she used to.. “I’m saying…. that everyone said you’d end up hurting me and we didn’t listen.. and you did. So maybe…. it’s time we look at the possibility that everyone is also right about… us.” as in no one supported their relationship, they always said it was wrong or going to end badly. So maybe they were right about that too, that she and Greed just weren’t meant to be together.
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She might be willing to throw it away but he wasn't going to let her say that. "NO, don't you dare say it." That he would fight her on no matter how much she hated him. The Sin was covering his tracks to keep her. He had to keep her.
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“It needs to be said! We can’t continue like this. I am not some toy for you to kick around! You and I do not work as a couple. What’s gonna happen if I forgive you? Things will be fine for a week or two and then you’ll just get dark and angry again. You’ll hurt me by fucking girls in front of me, or maybe you’ll shove me, or put something in my drink. Saying SORRY each time won’t make a difference. I told myself a long time ago that the one thing I’d never forgive a guy for is getting physical with me.” she jabbed a finger at him even though it only hit air because of the barrier, “If we get back together and that happens again… I wind up with a bruised face, broken heart, or my body shuts down because of you, that won’t be your fault for doing it as much as my own stupid fault for going back to you to let you do it again!”
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It was the only way the Sin could learn. Learning always hurt whether it was coming from her or Lust because with it came pain. The loss of something greater in the end if he didn't make better choices. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out, just that choking feeling in his throat. His lashes felt thick already, burdened by tears that were ready to fall. He choked down that rock she gave him, but he couldn't swallow it.
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She wished he’d deny it but he couldn’t, they both knew it was true. She wrapped her arms around herself but she wasn’t as cold as much as she was hurting. She didn’t know what to say, if there was anything left to say. She felt sick again so moved away from the window to go back and sit on the bed.
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It was the longest silence they'd had in some time. He thought it best to take a page from the boy's book and just walk away so they both could breathe. He was hurt and felt lonelier than he had in a long time. He was slowly losing everything. He put on his coat wrapping the collar around his neck. "I'm keeping the bandaids," he said as he shoved the box into his pocket. He took one step down the fire escape before he jumped back in front of the window. "I will be back," that was a promise.