bwc_vincent (bwc_vincent) wrote in bwc_rp, @ 2015-04-26 00:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | vincent locke |
Who: Vincent, Ethan (NPC), Isaiah (NPC)
What: Conversation, a fight, and a possible breakup.
When: Saturday, April 18th, 2015
Where: Vincent's Loft
Extra Notes:
Daryl had made an exit, quietly, and nearly without a word, which was good because the last thing he wanted was to have a conversation about why some stranger was in his house. He'd likely blow a gasket if he found out the reason that Daryl had been there, or the showing of affections that had manifested between them once again.
Ethan glanced at him sideways, cautiously, as they walked past each other in the hallway as Daryl made his way out. Vincent took a deep breath as he prepared for the inevitable fight they were about to have.
Ethan rang the bell, and Vincent opened the door and allowed him to enter. Ethan leaned forward for a kiss, which Vincent turned away from, like the kiss from a pig with shit on it's nose; undesirable.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Ethan questioned, eyebrows slanted downwards in confusion. "Did something happen? Is Isaiah okay?" He asked with worry in his voice. Sure, they had only been dating for a little less than a month, but he felt like they had a deep connection.
"Nothing is wrong. Well, that's a lie. I don't want to have a row with you, but I am so angry right now, I could piss fire." Vincent said, instantly putting his feelings on the table for Ethan to see.
Ethan reached out to touch Vincent on the shoulder, but Vincent again recoiled. "Well, what is it? What has you so mad that you won't even let me touch you? Whatever it is you think I've done, I'm sure there's an explanation for it." Ethan was known for his zen-like state, and his ability to remain calm and rational whenever need be. This was one of those times.
"At what point in our relationship did I tell you that you were clear to make decisions for Isaiah, and at what point did I ask for you to tell him what you thought was best for him? Behind my back no less! He is MY brother, and I am his legal guardian." Vincent was fuming now, the longer the argument went on, the angrier he became.
"Calm down Vincent. You know you'll pass out. Why don't you sit down, and we can talk about it." He said, in a calm and soft voice, which unfortunately made the whole situation even worse.
"You don't get to tell me to be calm! I've known my brother since he was a newborn, and you fucking think you know him better and know what's better for him than I do? You have no fucking idea, and now I have to fix....whatever the shit it is that he wants to do because you and your bollocks have said he can." Vincent was full blown shouting, which caused Isaiah to poke his head out of his room, eyes winced at each percussive word that left Vincent's mouth.
Ethan put his hands up and took a step back, as he watched Vincent's chest heaving up and down in anger. "Vincent, I was only doing what I thought was best. Sometimes if you're too close to the situation..." He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before Vincent had coiled back up and launched for another strike.
"What you think is best? You don't even have any children, how in the hell would you know what was best? You think allowing a group of kids to come over, sight unseen, without checking with me was okay?" Vincent had graduated into banshee territory. His voice was loud and even had a shrill quality to it. Isaiah knew that voice, he had seen it once, and only once, and never hoped to see it again.
"I'm not going to be yelled at like this. If you want this relationship to work, it's going to have to be a give and take. You don't get to make all the rules." He said as he grabbed his coat off the rack.
"I don't get to make all the rules about everything, but I do get to make all the rules about my brother. Are you going to be the one to take him to school every morning, since apparently that is what is about to happen. All summer, mind you, because the school will want him in Summer school to see where he is, education wise. Are you going to pick him up and bring him home from school, because I work late and can't always make it to pick him up." He was starting to feel a little light headed again.
"Well, I guess I didn't think about that." He said quietly.
"I know you didn't. You don't think that I hadn't considered all of this already?" He wondered if Ethan had even thought for a moment that maybe his meddling might not have been the best thing for him to do.
"I understand you're upset Vincent, I was wrong. I'm not going to sit here and be yelled at though. I simply refuse to do it." He said, a little less zen than he had been before.
"Right well, then I guess you know where the door is, don't you." He wasn't pulling punches, and he meant it. The words were dripping with white-hot acid. He was practically daring him to leave.
"I'm not doing this. When you calm down, and decide you can have a rational talk, Vin, you call me." Ethan said before he walked out of the door to the loft.
Had Vincent done the right thing? He didn't know, but he did know that he did something. He sighed as he walked out of the kitchen, and into the living room, and headed for the stairs when he heard Isaiah whisper his name, softly.
"Not now." He replied, rather flatly, without bothering to even look at his little brother before he trudged up the stairs into the master bedroom, which looked over the living-room, illuminated by the large windows that practically made up the wall of one side of their loft.