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Tweak says, "grrr"

Gina Renaud | Mercedes Mondego (justonefish) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-07-21 10:58:00

Entry tags:

count of monte cristo, fernand mondego, mercedes mondego

Who: LXG! (Lucas, Xavier, and Gina)
What: Dinner
Where: D2
When: Wednesday at 6
Warnings: Xavier's thoughts will most likely be more violent than 300, both Kill Bill movies, and Natural Born Killers smashed together.

Gina had been having an odd day. The night before, she had woken up in confusion after a dream that she still couldn't figure out. Edward was, of course, dead. She knew that. She had come to accept it. Despite the fact that she hadn't seen him for ten years prior, it had still been so hard to come to terms with the fact that he was truly dead. At the hospital, she had been a zombie. She went through the motions and did her job, but there was little heart in it. Though she considered telling Lucas a few times simply to get it out of her head, she didn't dare. After all, he always got so resentful whenever she mentioned Edward.

Luckily, they were going to have dinner with Xavier that night. It was a welcome distraction from the thoughts in her head, and it was nice to be able to put all her focus into something positive. By the time six o'clock had rolled around, the table was set with three places and several plates of food. Oven-baked chicken with a teriyaki glaze seemed like a good way to go, along with boiled potatoes, a veg medley, and oven-warmed bread. Pleased with the spread, Gina ducked into the bathroom to touch up her hair as she heard a knock at the door.

"Lucas!" she called, standing in front of the mirror and fussing with an obnoxious cowlick. "Lucas, honey, can you get the door?"

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justonefish
2010-07-22 01:54 am UTC (link)

Just thinking about it made her want to break down and cry. Maybe this building was prophetic? Maybe it was trying to tell her something. Or maybe she knew all along, and it was just nudging her along. But if that was true, then-

Could Lucas have done it?

Thankfully, Xavier interrupted her. She looked over at him, nodding. "He does." She paused, realizing what she had just said. "I-I mean. He did, he meant...so much." She sighed, resting her knuckles against her lips. "I'm really sorry, I...I don't mean to be rude, but I think that with all that's happened tonight...I need some time to think."

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whatbefell
2010-07-22 02:02 am UTC (link)

Xavier knew a dismissal when he heard one. Nodding, he got to his feet. He pulled out his briefcase though, leaving a file of papers on Lucas' chair. "Can you make sure that gets to him? I know he was...out of it, but I think he'd feel better with the plans. It details everything."

He moved to the door, pausing at the doorframe. Leaving like this was necessary, but he couldn't leave her as she looked like that. Lips pressed together, he fought for the right words - anything that could reassure her - before going with the truth. "Gina?" He didn't wait for her to look up, going on gently. "I'm sure you still mean a lot to him too. Wherever he is." He left before he could hear an answer, letting himself out and shutting the door quietly behind him.

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justonefish
2010-07-22 02:10 am UTC (link)

When he set the papers down, she nodded. "Yes, of course," she said as she looked up to him. "I'll put them on his desk." If she were in a better frame of mind, she'd have tried to read them just to find out what the hell was going on. But she knew there'd be no reading while she was in this state of mind. None at all.

As he left the table, she looked down at her lap, holding in the tears until she knew that he had left the apartment. It was hard to do anything but bite her lower lip, staring at nothing. When he said her name, she glanced up without moving her head, eyes straining to catch a glimpse of him that was more fuzzy than clear.

His words brought the tears, and she couldn't hold on. She began to cry, clapping a hand over her mouth and slumping in her chair. The tears came hard and fast, slicking over her cheeks. She didn't know how long she sat there, crying, but she felt sorely dehydrated when finished and she had absolutely no desire to do anything but crawl under the bed and collect dust for a thousand years.

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