WHO: Saint Patrick, Wrath, Armaan Khatri and Patience WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: Patrick and George's apartment WHAT: Wrath reluctantly helping while being simultaneously awful WARNINGS: Language. And literally who knows what Wrath will bring up so TBC on that
It had taken extreme promises of protection and more than a little bribery for Wrath to agree to meet with Patience and his boyfriend. Wrath hated all the Virtues of course, but she had further bitter loathing for her opposite in all this. Patrick knew every time she was around him her skin crawled and she felt sick to her stomach. He was sure Patience probably felt the same - they were as repelled from each other like two magnets flipped to the wrong side - but Patience was silent about it. Patrick was going to be hearing every last complaint about this. Probably for weeks.
He could tell Wrath was nervous. She had agreed only to meet in Patrick and George's apartment, but only if George wasn't there. Most likely because she didn't want George to see the names she was likely to call Patience. She knew the place well - it was like a second home to her. She could escape to George's room if need be. She was currently curled up on the sofa though, her bony knees drawn up to chest, her body looking impossibly tiny. "Wrath, relax," Patrick soothed. "He's here asking for help, he's not going to hurt you."
"You tell me to relax one more time, I'm going to staple a bunch of shit to your hair next time you fall asleep at your desk," Wrath hissed at him. There was no way she could ever actually hurt Patrick, considering he was George's brother and the man adored his brothers like nothing else. But she could be extremely annoying. "Just so fucking many sticky notes stapled in there saying 'I'm a fucking asshole'."
Patrick tried not to snort audibly, but it was a close thing. "Alright, alright! Here," he shoved some Poptarts into her hands to keep her busy, like one might distract a baby. "Eat that. There you go," he said, as she lit up and bit into one.
The knock sounded, and Patrick hurried over to let Patience and Armaan in. "Hello, hello!" he said cheerfully. "Ah, Armaan! Good to see you again! Freddie!" Patrick leaned in to hug his friend tightly. "Come in, come in," he hustled them through.
The second Wrath laid eyes on Patience, she dropped her Poptart and gagged, "oh ugh!" she hissed. "I just threw up in my mouth a little bit, I forgot how fucking ugly you are, uugghhh. Oh, I feel sick."
Armaan stopped short and he glanced sideways at Freddie. This was Wrath? Wow.