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Tweak says, "MASTER XEHANORT!"

Annalisa Montgomery (a_sinner) wrote in quaffle_rpg,
@ 2009-09-01 19:53:00

Characters: Annalisa and Bryce Derrik
Date: 01 September 2004
Location: Derrik Manor, West Sussex
Status/Warning: Private/R- Sexual content, language, semi-violence
Summary: Annalisa is getting ready to go out but nothing's ever easy in the Derrik household
Completion: In-Progress

Annalisa was riffling through her closet, dropping clothes haphazardly around her as she pulled things out, held them up, and discarded them. She was tired, exhausted really, from working out and practicing all day. All she wanted to do was get a drink and relax, if only she could figure out what to wear first. If it weren't for the fact that she could pretty much guarantee that the press would be around if they went anywhere worth going, she wouldn't have cared. But she didn't want to show up in the dailies tomorrow with her hair in a messy ponytail sporting grass-stained sweats.

When she heard someone come into the room she poked her head out the door to find Bryce and gave him a quick smile. "Hey are you getting ready?" she asked, glancing at the clothes he wore- he was still dressed for work. "We're going out tonight, remember?"

Sure, she'd considered the fact that it was a Tuesday but what did that really matter? She wanted a drink. In fact, Tuesday just meant that the bars would be less full of people. A nice quiet night out- now there would be a change.

As she turned back to her robes she could be heard grumbling, "'got too many damn clothes."

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a_sinner
2009-09-03 02:04 am UTC (link)

"You're admitting to being a- what the fuck. It's a bruise, take a damn potion and get over it! Let's just go out and forget about your bad day- I'm not asking you to pretend to have a good one!" Why was that so fucking difficult to understand?! In her anger she picked up a shirt that was slung across the foot of the bed and pulled it on- not wanting to be fighting when she wasn't dressed- it just felt weird.

"Don't call me that!" she yelled back, matching him for volume and ferocity. Annalisa clenched her jaw, never admitting how his snide little comments like that affected her. "Then stop listening. It's what you bleeding do best. Big surprise it's another night all about Bryce." It wasn't exactly fair, there were plenty of nights all about her, she knew, but she was pissed and he was acting like a baby. While she went on she picked up her clothes angrily, not bothering with bottoms just yet.

She ignored the way that he played with his face, angry, frustrated, and disappointed. When he spoke up again she nearly growled at him. "No Bryce, you're ruining my night!" she said firmly but as he went on she lost her temper, snapping again. "You're my husband! How are you not a part of that! God I don't know why I even married you you're such a goddammed bore anymore!" As if an extension of her anger the clothes she had in her hands were launched at him, scattering about the room once again.

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blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 02:51 am UTC (link)

"Yes you are! I'm not allowed to have a bad day! Not if Queenie doesn't say so! My emotions don't fit into what you want them to sweetheart, sorry." The last word was snapped; though most used it as an offered up apology, his was more sarcasm and a sense of rudeness that he found better suited to his needs for the word most of the time.

"Maybe I should! I hear enough complaining at work!" He nearly spit the words out the side of his mouth, turning his head toward her but his eyes were not focused on her. "And it's about time I get my own damn night. It's been nothing but 'Anna- Anna- Anna'" he was being high-pitched and snide as he said her name, raising up on his elbows to make a rude facial gesture as he did so, "since the upcoming season! I'm fucking tired alright? I'm allowed to be tired!"

When the clothes hit his face, his eyes closed and he for a millimeter of a second to calm himself down before he just gave up and pulled the damn things off of him and threw them to the floor. Standing up he moved to her to push at her with his index finger to her shoulder, getting in her face. "You should talk." He said curtly, "the one that would rather be on the pitch then at home!" Not that he was really ever home either... "This isn't a marriage, its you're little throne and how much you can pull over me."

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a_sinner
2009-09-03 03:06 am UTC (link)

"Oh like my opinion could ever possibly sway what you wanted! Not Bryce Derrik, he's too busy looking out for number one to give a flying fuck what his wife wants!" She wasn't yelling nearly as loud as she did normally but her displeasure was clear. Why did it always have to be this way? Always fighting.

Annalisa through her hands up, turning back to the rest of the room and grabbing a pair of shorts to tug on. "That's just the thing Bryce! The season is starting back up! We won't even have a chance to go out! I'll have to be training!" Not that he cared. She remembered a time when he was happy she played pro, now all it was was bitching about the tabloids and her schedule. "No, you're not tired, you're whining about a little bruise, you poor poor little man," she said mockingly, turning back to him and making faces as if speaking to a baby.

"Don't-" she pushed him away from her, "poke," another push, despite their ridiculous size difference, "me." Annalisa snorted and rolled her eyes. "What is there to be home for? You're always at the fucking office." Despite pushing him, she got in his face, closing any gap between them. "Oh things would run a hell of a lot differently if this was my throne baby, don't kid yourself."

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blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 03:31 am UTC (link)

The snort that came from his nose was rude and loud and his arms crossed with the sound, eyes rolling. Outwardly he couldn't deny that there were times that he did only think about himself, and made decisions only worrying about the effects on him--but considering his family it was only to be expected and he did, on occasion, think of her. Actually, more then on occasion, but he wasn't going to bother arguing--it meant admitting his selfishness the other times in comparisons to the selfless ones.

"Well enjoy yourself there! Surrounded by all those half-naked men! I'm sure you're all having a jolly old time in the locker room!" Bryce's voice edged up in volume and frustration, he knew the tabloids were bullshit; it didn't change the fact he hated reading about his wife getting her rocks off with the whole of her team. "If I'm not manly enough I am sure Wood or Montague would be happy to help!" The words were spit and he wanted to push at her though didn't.

Or didn't until she was pushing at him and his arms rolled in between her pushes to not truly push back, but to hold her shoulders at arms length so she couldn't get closer unless he let her.

He was a sucker for letting her.

"Maybe I'd come home more often if I knew you'd be here!" There was almost a growl in his throat as he said it; deep down he knew he would just stay at the office--work was too important to him, but it was a good excuse to fall back on, knowing she'd never come home and neither would he- they could just keep blaming each other and never have to change anything.

With another snort, his arms recrossed, slipping between them as if a small barrier as he once more rolled his eyes, an apparent signature move for him. "Right. Like what? We'd have more 'earthy' tones in the kitchen?" The words were as snide as his tone; trying to minimize her meaning, insult her statement.

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