What: Reveal When: Sins plot Warnings/Rating: None.
It hadn't been long after admiring (or judging) the picture in the man's suitcase, feeling buzzed and a little sore and entirely too proud of herself, that she suddenly found herself thrust back through the door and stumbling. She almost ran headfirst into the far wall as her legs trembled beneath her, and for a few long seconds she was stunned and silent. Then the memories trickled back, one by one, and it turned out that what bothered her most wasn't the anonymous sex with two strangers or the dress she'd almost certainly never wear.
She slammed a fist into the wall and didn't wince, because there were some things she would put up with in the world but that attitude? The desire to know and own everything in the world because she deserved it, was so much better it was meant to fall into her lap? No.
That, she knew, was what she could have become if she'd never dug a little into her own life and found out it was made from an undeserved sense of entitlement. Of people who thought they knew best and ruined a family's lives for it. She shuddered with self-loathing and outward-loathing, finally realizing why it was so many people hated this place. How dare it. How fucking dare it. She stormed down the halls and out of the building, her hands clenched into fists, and decided to walk it off as she headed back to her apartment.
It was about ten minutes in that something shifted in her mind, and she realized: her other half was silent. But it wasn't the usual sort of silence - it was the kind you got from a person curled up in a corner, their hands pressed to their face so hard that no sound was ever going to get out. She tried to ask him what the hell he'd done, but he didn't respond. Whatever it had been, it had burned him. Bad.
Inwardly, Azeneth shrugged. If Chris wanted to stew in his own sins for a while, that was fine by her - so long as he didn't wind up dragging her down with him.