someone took lilja. (lilja) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-05-23 22:24:00 |
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It had been over a week since Mikael and Lilja had had their blow-up on the network but his irritation had not abated, nor had his insistence on avoiding Lilja to the best of his abilities. Sure, he had had to see her and be in the same room as her during Nolan's movie event, but it was fairly easy to visibly ignore her, even though he clenched his jaw every time she said something in an effort to repress whatever sardonic response came into his head at the time.
Now, on pub night, he found it harder to maintain his stance of stoic (and undeniably childish) silence as the number of drinks he'd had increased. Of course he found himself in a somewhat close vicinity with Lilja, who he still considered a friend even if they were angry with each other. Each time she caught his eye, Mikael's scowl grew deeper.
Lilja was tired of being mad at Mikael. She knew that it was dumb but he was so dumb and he had gotten mad at her this time. She knew that meant she should probably apologize but even with liquid courage, she couldn’t bring herself to admit that what she had done was wrong. Even if it was just seeing a stupid movie without him.
But still after finishing her rum and punch, she crossed the room to talk to him. “Mikael, stop glaring at me,” she told him in Icelandic.
He opened his mouth to say something in retort but, remembering his vow of silence in regards to her, merely pressed his lips close once more and glared at her even more fiercely, the clenching of his jaw visible from where she stood.
“Are you just going to ignore me?” Lilja asked, a little hurt. Fine. “Please talk to me.”
The vulnerable, pained expression on Lilja's face caused Mikael to waiver in his resilience. But he remembered all of the things that had been said between each other and that she had refused to apologise when he felt she owed him one, and remembered his own hurt feelings. He gave her another withering stare, and then Mikael finally spoke.
"What do you want me to say?"
Apologize for being stupid Lilja thought crossly, but really even as angry as she was with him she couldn’t bring herself to say that. That would just make him angrier, but the truth was she just wanted to hear him apologize, so after a few seconds of stilted uncomfortable silence she shouted the first thing that came to her brain that wasn’t outright rude or offensive: “ANYTHING!”
Well, she didn’t mean for it to come out like that but it was too late to take it back.
"Anything," he said, and looked at her with a challenging expression that shouted, 'There. I said it. Now go fuck yourself.' Mikael knew he was being pedantic and a pain in the ass, but he didn't care at all at that moment. The alcohol saw to that.
“That isn’t what I meant,” Lilja whined at him. She just hated it when they argued even if she knew the quickly solution to end the argument.
"I'm not playing your games," Mikael snapped at her, still in their native tongue. He finally seemed to have used up the last reserves of his patience. He was tired and frustrated with her and sick of this fucking place that he just had nothing left for this conversation.
"I told you why I went to America with Clara, I told you I would make it up to you, and I said I'm sorry. I have kissed your ass for months and tried to make it up to you and you still throw it in my face how I broke my promise to you which was so important so you could see the fucking Hobbit? I'm so sorry, Lilja, that you had to wait so I could see the movie with you. I'm so sorry that I ruined your plans to be at the premiere showing of the movie and, really, I'm sorry you're jealous about Clara too. There, I've apologised. But you owe me one, too. You owe me more than one, for thinking so selfishly that you couldn't wait twenty-four hours to see Iron Man 3 with me, and for the terrible things you said to me, about me and about Clara. She's a nice person, a genuine, nice person, and she doesn't deserve any of the crap you say about her."
It was obvious from the expression in Mikael's eyes and the way he swerved around, out of drunkenness and out of rage, that this was a incredibly intense conversation. It was the sum of all of the things Mikael hadn't said to Lilja in the last few weeks, boiling to the surface and spilling over onto the floor of their relationship. Mikael made a disgusted wave, as though he had had quite enough of this, thank you.
If nothing else, Lilja and Mikael were excellent at pushing one another’s buttons, knowing exactly where to poke and prod, where the other’s weaknesses were and while technically they were fighting over movies, it was more than that, something they were both aware of. Unfortunately since they were both stubborn, their fights tended to drag out rather than getting resolved quickly and that meant that the words thrown at Lilja hit deep and her eyes started to tear up. The alcohol didn’t help either.
“I’m selfish!” she shouted at him, not caring who was around (besides it’s not like 99% of IVI could understand what she was saying at him). “YOU are accusing ME of being selfish? You do whatever you want whenever you want and don’t even think of my feelings. How many times have I asked you to stop doing something - everything with Astrid - because you were only thinking about sex or whatever else and not how it would affect everyone else.”
“And Clara’s an idiot, I’ve seen what she posts on the network, she doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together and I’m meant to be your best friend not her.” There was one last thing that she could throw in his face and had it not been for the fact she was nearly finished with her third drink she wouldn’t have. “You don’t even pay attention to me anymore, otherwise you would have noticed that I’ve been dating A- You know what it doesn’t matter, YOU DON’T GET TO WAVE ME OFF I AM LEAVING.”
As Lilja's tone and volume escalated rapidly, Mikael turned around, rolling his eyes. Lilja liked to have the last word. He heard her words, but he had already shut her out and the alcohol and his own irritation made it difficult to comprehend her at first. Only bits and pieces slipped out, like "whatever you want," "she doesn't have two brain cells," and then something about not paying enough attention to her. The last part was the funniest and the most ironic, which made Mikael laugh over the stupidity of it.
"Because I'm fucking angry with you!" He yelled at her. Then a colder comprehension dawned on him. "Wait. Did you say- Who are you dating?"
Lilja let out a little squeak and felt like throwing up. “Nothing, bye Mikael,” she said, trying to get out of there as fast as she could. She heard Mimir say “Jesus Fokking Krist” as he left and she wished for a moment he wasn’t annoyed with the pair of them and she could hide in his room.