Deirdre IonĂșin Gallagher (Deirdre Rose) (deirdre_rose) wrote in darker_london, @ 2020-03-13 13:13:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | deirdre gallagher, spectre mors |
He should have 'tone of voiced' it (Deirdre, Spectre)
Perhaps a white suit adorned with retro-style flowers wasn't the most covert thing to wear while Deirdre was on a creeping mission, but the flaming colour of her hair tended to negate sneakiness anyway. Luckily, Deirdre was so used to the way that Spectre felt, having spent a great deal of time around him, that she could tell the angel inside Spectre's house was in fact really him before she finished darting across the road.
From there, she wandered around the house, leaped over the fence (suit thankfully intact so she wouldn't be on the receiving end of Jude's ire for ruining it within five minutes) and let herself nonchalantly into the back door.
She could feel Spectre's angelic presence there, slightly stormy but still recognisably him, and she followed it until she found him in the lounge, clearly waiting for her. "Deirdre, I'm so glad you- Did- Did you scale the fence?"
"Like a squirrel," Deirdre acknowledged, moving to collapse on the sofa beside him. "Just making sure you were really you. Then I couldn't be fucked going back to the front door. Heard you've been a bit of a dick."
Spectre sighed and leaned his head back against the pillows, his eyes closed. Without a word, he handed over his mobile. Deirdre knew his password, so she was able to bring up the page he had been reading - his journal with comments back and forth between himself and Stephie. As she read, Deirdre's pale eyebrows raised higher and higher towards her hairline. "Uhhhh," she finished with.
"Apparently I'm horrible for wanting to know whether or not my daughter is unharmed," Spectre mumbled.
Deirdre quickly re-read the comments before closing the phone down again. "Right. Okay. Look. You have a point when you said Stephie would be frustrated if the situation was reversed and you hadn't told her about it. Yes. She would be upset. But you still- You said it really badly," she informed him, and Spectre let out a groan. "You sound like you're gaslighting the fuck out of her."
"I was trying not to yell!" Spectre yelled. He sat up straight then, glancing over at her helplessly. "I left and it makes me feel like I have less of a- Like they are her real parents now and I'm just sort of on the sidelines when they need childcare or protection. I didn't think I had the right to be angry about it so I was trying to be calm, but I am angry about it. I am. Hence...why I lost it there at the end."
Deirdre heaved a sigh and she patted Spectre on the head. "Well you done fucked up because you sound like an emotionless asshole. And now you need to wait until Stephie is calmer, and until you are calmer, to talk about this. Don't you dare yell at her," Deirdre warned. "Or Thomas."
Spectre chewed on his lip until he nodded an agreement. "Good. And I'll come back and we can talk about this more, but I am going to go check on Stephie and Thomas. You sit there and think about how you can fix this. I know you didn't mean to, Spectre, but this wasn't how you should have done this."
If it was coming from anyone but Deirdre, Spectre might had argued. From Deirdre, however, he seemed to accept it. "It's all I've been thinking about," he admitted.
"Good because it's all she's been thinking about too and that's not fair. She should be focusing on making herself and Marie feel safer, not you being a cock. Hmmm?" Deirdre waited until he nodded, and then she stood up. "Right. I'm going to go see her. Just- I'm sorry you're upset too, Spectre. I can understand why. But you made this worse even though you didn't mean to. See you soon okay?" And then she left him, sitting there in misery, to go see how Stephie was.