Teagan Van Buren (maps_teagan) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2012-07-04 08:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | adult, character: john dekker, character: teagan van buren, date: july 2001, date: june 2001, place: muggle london |
RP: Get back in my life.
Date: July 4, 2001, night
Characters: John and Teagan
Location: John's place
Warning: Somewhere along the time it got adult for sex.
Public/Private: Private
Summary: After after Sam tells her of the deal, Teagan goes to confront John and won't let him ignore her at his door. (The cut is not a sign of Teagan being a stalker. She is not. I swear. And I'd be the first to admit if my character was a stalker.)
Status:Complete
On the way to John's, Teagan realized she shouldn't be as surprised as she was. Or even as angry. Yes, they 'd used her as a pawn in their sick game which she didn't appreciate, but they were... them. Evan lacked a soul and a heart, and now she was pretty sure a brain completely. Or maybe, actually, he was some evil genius. She wasn't even sure nor did she care. If she had it her way, her conversation with Evan would be the last she ever had with the man. John was a different story though.
He seemed to be under the impression that he knew what was best for her. Once he'd said it at Beltane about her choice on whether or not and when or not to sleep with him, how he wanted to be to 'the best for' her. She'd told him then he didn't know what was best for her. And this? What did she have to do to convince him she wasn't some damsel in distress he needed to save. He wasn't even the knight in shining armor type. It was so frustrating. Didn't he understand that she'd be worried, concerned? Did he understand she'd be worried? Hell, didn't he get that Evan, even with their juvenile little rivalry going, wasn't worth it to her? Evan, whatever threats he gave, wasn't worth losing John to her. Maybe they didn't agree which might make this all worse for her.
She was almost setting herself up to be brokenhearted. Did she have a right to have a broken heart when she wasn't even in love with him?
Coming up to his door, she didn't bother to politely knock like before. She raised her arm and slammed it against the door, feeling it rattle under her. "I know!" she screamed, not caring if his neighbors would hear her. Actually, all the better they do so that he'd be forced to open the door if only to shut her up and stop embarrassing him with a scene. "You and Evan are bastards. Do you really think I wouldn't notice? Did you really think I wouldn't care? God, John, did you miss me at all?"
The question feel out of her mouth in a yell, but clogged up her throat after. She couldn't believe she'd just yelled at that through a door. She just said what she thought might - or that she hoped - would get him to open the goddamn door. Why did it have to hurt her? Why did it have to matter?
"Let me in," she said after a briefly pause. Her voice was weaker, not even yelling anymore. She doubted he could hear her through the door. If he was inside. If he was listening. God, if she heard laughter from the inside, she might just not wait for him to open the door himself.