Darcy Sung (snarkysongbird) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-25 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.19.11, anthony, anthony and darcy, darcy |
Out of the Frying Pan
Who: Darcy and Tony
What: Angry, weepy bird coming in for a landing after the fight with Teo.
When: 10.19.11 - Wednesday, Evening
Where: Tony's house
Warnings: Language. Darcy crying.
Darcy hadn't even gone into her house after she stormed away from Teo's, his words still in her ears and rattling around her head. How dare he? How fucking dare he say those things when he didn't have any goddamn idea what was going on? Teo had never liked Tony. She knew that the conversation wouldn't go well, but she hadn't imagined it going like that. Of course she actually hadn't had the chance to work out the way it was supposed to go. It had all been a big fucking mess.
Part of her, the part that wasn't shaking with rage and hurt, the tiny little logical part of her brain that was still intact and enabling her to drive was surprised that they didn't hit anything on the way over to Tony's. Once she got there and parked, she slammed the door and then stomped up the walk. God, she was almost coming out of her goddamn skin. Her eyes were burning, she was shaking, and it felt like all the blood was in her face. Also tears were threatening to spill, and there was very little that Darcy hated more than crying.
There wasn't any time for a soothing breath or trying to center herself. It was all just fierce knocking on the door and hoping to hell that he was there because if not then she didn't know where to go. She couldn't go home. Not in this state.
She put her face in her hands, fingers pressed against her eyelids as though she could keep the dam from bursting that way. It was working for the moment although she still wanted to just break something, scream, fly into a fully feathered rage, find Teo and just scream at him some more. But she couldn't be near him right now. Their cat and bird fight had escalated to the point where one of them might seriously hurt the other. More than they already had. The words burned enough as it was.