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Alexandria "Circe" Wilkes-Gibbon (ophic_bloodlust) wrote in light_of_may,

Circe was unforgiving and incredibly unreasonable when she was in a mood for it. She didn't enjoy being called names or swearing. It simply wasn't how she was raised. There was rarely ever any reason to swear and it simply wasn't in her nature. She flinched visibly when he dropped the f-bomb on her. She turned towards him and tried her best not to hiss at him. Her snake counterpart, the Inland Taipan usually avoids confrontation until it is provoked. Similarly, Circe avoided getting into a heated fight unless she was pushed into it. Taipans, however, are known for their deadly venomous bite. Circe was, too. In the literal and metaphorical sense. She narrowed her eyes until they were practically slits on her face and resisted all urge to get physical with Antonin. She'd never struck anyone in her life and was certain she wouldn't know how to if she even tried.

"If words were enough for me like they seem to be for you, I'd believe you in a heartbeat," Circe responded. "As it is, you came to America running after him and brought me along as an afterthought. I don't need your words telling me what I mean to you. I don't want your words. I could live in eternal silence. Words are empty decorative labels around real emotions, real actions and real people." It was the reason why he was only ever referred to as 'my husband'. He had ceased being a real person to her and was only a label, a piece of something she was forced to carry around. The being himself no longer mattered. Just the label. Antonin was more than a label. She turned away and stared into the parking lot. She wanted him to go.

If Circe were the kind to bring up the past and dangle it around, she could have easily metaphorical slapped Antonin with the fact that when she was being hurt, she hadn't gone anywhere. Her husband had managed to steal her away because he was everything Antonin wasn't at the time. She'd also needed a version of love before her husband had spoiled everything. Even when she'd wanted more from Antonin, she hadn't asked him for it, hadn't been angry with him about it. Even after her husband had started punishing her for it, she hadn't run away from Antonin and told him to stay away. She hadn't been mad at him for not being able to save her from her husband. But she wasn't about to bring any of that up. If he couldn't see it for himself, she wasn't the kind to use her own hurt against other people. "Perhaps you have this all wrong," she said softly, not looking at Antonin. "Perhaps what you really want is that girl you met when you were twenty. The girl that looked like me. But she's not me. She hasn't been me for a very long time. Get out of my car and go look for her elsewhere. You won't find her in here."