Ryan McCormick (mediumwell) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-02-15 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [02] february, ryan mccormick, violet holladay |
Who: Ryan McCormick and Violet Holladay
Where: Burgatory
When: 2/5/20, mid-afternoon once Violet figures out that Ryan sent flowers to Mina on her behalf
What: A fight!
It was like Violet had been trying to figure out a puzzle in her mind, ever since she'd seen Mina’s message. There had been so many mix ups with the deliveries from Thistle Do that she'd figured it was another thing to chalk up to that, but Mina had seemed so certain the roses were from her. Roses that Violet had definitely not sent. Burgatory was busy enough that she didn't have time to devote her full attention to the question of what was going on, and how, but then it seemed to hit her as she was headed to the kitchen to get the plates for a table. “Ryan?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen, watching her best friend carefully as she moved over toward where he was. Violet could feel a sinking feeling in her stomach, one she wanted to ignore but first she needed him to confirm that she wasn't right. She needed to be wrong. “You didn't… that flower shop is taking things to everyone wrong so it might just be them, but you wouldn't know about flowers being sent to someone from me, would you?” "I, uh." It wasn't the best reaction if he was attempting to hide what he'd done, but Ryan had sort of regretted it ever since he'd left Thistle Do. What else was there to say, though? He'd never been able to hide anything from her, and he knew she'd figure it out eventually. He turned towards her, squaring his shoulders. Either way, regret or not, this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. "Yeah, I do know about that." Violet closed her eyes and drew in a breath, holding it for a few seconds before slowly letting it out - a failed attempt to quell the knots tightening in her stomach. When she opened her eyes again, she took in the way he was standing, tried to read his expression, but her mind was whirring too much already to be able to. “And what exactly do you know?” "I know…. That I sent them. On your behalf." There it was, out in the open. With a deep breath, Ryan braced himself for whatever response was about to be thrown his way. “Why the hell did you do that?” Violet asked, folding her arms across her chest and frowning. “And what did you say? I'm assuming there was a note since it was obvious they were from me.” "That -- that you would want to see her again, if she wanted to, too." Ryan knew he'd overstepped, of course he did, but at the same time he still couldn't help but think it ridiculous that Violet and Mina hadn't resolved their fight from last fall. Whether they ended up as friends or girlfriends, Ryan knew just how excited Violet had been about the prospect of either option and she'd given it all up just like that. Despite his shame, he couldn't help but defend what he'd done at the same time. "And I think you should see her." “God, Ryan--” Violet broke off and made herself take in a breath, but she couldn't keep quiet even after making herself stop for a second. “You can't just do that! It isn't up to you and it's not a game! Now there's this lie out there making things worse, and I have even more to fix than I did before.” Because even if she did want to see Mina, she hadn't been the one to send those flowers. So maybe her words came out a bit snippier than she might have meant them to be. “Thanks a lot.” "Were you ever going to actually fix it, though?" The question was more overstepping, as far as their friendship was concerned, but he couldn't help it. It had been more than just a few weeks since things had broken off between the two women, and as far as Ryan could tell, Violet had just about given up on it. He may have been the quieter one out of the pair of them, but he hated watching Violet not even try. "Were you?" “I was giving her time!” Maybe more than she would have liked, but Violet wasn't sure what the protocol was when the disputed topic on the table was one as heavy as what she and Mina had found issues over. But none of that was the point. “She said she wanted time to think, so I backed off, and was waiting for when it seemed alright again.” "It's been almost three months," Ryan retorted. This was all a bit rich of him, maybe, but somehow they'd swapped places over the last few months, leaving him as the one who actually took action when it came to things like this. What had happened to them? "Was it ever going to really seem all right?" “That’s not up to you to decide, Ryan!” Violet shot back. Three months was a long time, she knew that, but was it long enough to deal with something as serious as what she and Mina had talked about the last time they’d sat face to face? Maybe it was a short time in that regard. Either way, it was complicated enough without anyone else interfering. “You don’t get to decide things for other people just because you think you know best. I’m sure it all seems so simple from the outside but it’s not.” Ryan realized vaguely that their voices were beginning to carry, yes, but he couldn't let this go. They'd been dancing around this conversation for almost four years, at this point, and he'd reached the point of no return. "Is that what you've been telling yourself after Lacey left? You're not the only one who's ever lost anyone, Violet, but that doesn't mean that you just end up giving up. You let Mina walk out just like you let Lacey." Violet felt like she'd had a bucket of ice water dumped over her and then been slapped. And maybe like she was going to throw up. Her hands trembled as they lowered to her sides and she felt like it was a struggle to breathe, shallow breaths as deep as she could manage. “Fuck you, Ryan.” She wanted to grab the bowl of tomato soup sitting there on the counter and throw it at his stupid head, but there were too many people out there waiting for food. “Fuck. You.” He winced as though she'd struck him, but he still stood his ground. Ryan knew he definitely deserved that, but he also didn't think it was worth avoiding this anymore. "Is that all you want to say?" What else was there to say? Violet wanted to scream, but she also still felt like she was going to throw up. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes and that just made her more upset, that all this had gotten her to that point. Rather than respond, she simply picked up the plates that were waiting and turned on her heel, wordlessly walking out of the kitchen and away from the one person she’d never expected to hurt her. |