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Tweak says, "Someone set up us the bomb."

Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-01-17 02:30:00

Entry tags:

character: hyperion montgomery, character: pandora montgomery

RP: Stop being such a self righteous bastard
Who: Pandora and Hyperion

What: A Fight

Where: Hyperion’s place

When: evening Saturday January 17

Rating: NSFW for language

Dora was pissed. It wasn’t the first time this week, and she didn’t think it would be the last. It was just the way her life was going this week, it seemed.

So she did something that was probably stupid. She Apparated over to where she knew, from the shop’s books, her brother Hyperion lived. She was livid, and she wanted to give him a piece of her mind in person rather than in writing that he could and probably would ignore. She pounded on the door with her fist. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her lounging clothes she’d changed into when she’d gotten home from work.

“I know you’re in there, and you are going to talk to me, Peri!” she shouted at the closed door.

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pandacharms
2015-02-07 04:11 am UTC (link)

"Gods damn it, can't you hear your own hypocrisy, Peri?" She laughed, and it was a sharp, hard sound, brittle and perhaps even broken underneath. "You get pissed at me for not telling you, and then you get mad at me for telling you I tried to tell you and you didn't want to listen! Fucking decide! I tried, and it's not on me that you wouldn't listen. So get off your high fucking horse, you arse! You're not so great and mighty -- you made a fucking mistake too! Don't be mad at me because you shot your buttock off with your wand after someone told you not to put it in your pocket."

Oh how it incensed her! That he would be mad at her for coming to him, and then mad at her years later for not bothering to tell her -- he told her not to!

"Get your head out of your arse, you pillock, and go fuck yourself with something else that might leave you a little more open minded!" she shouted over her shoulder, and then she slammed the door so hard even the well built frame shook and the sound echoed through his house.

Let him bloody come to her next time. She was done trying to apologize and explain. It was his turn to find even a smidgen of humbleness and figure out that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong sometimes too. She was so bloody tired of apologizing for her very existence, especially to the family for whom she'd done the very things they villified her for.

She walked for a long time until she was calm enough to Apparate without splinching herself. If part of her was also hurt that he hadn't come after her, well, she would never admit it to anyone. Besides, she couldn't bear to cry right now, not when she was raw enough already. Instead, perhaps she'd go out for a drink.

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