Orin Harper (silenced_harper) wrote in somnolentia, @ 2008-11-24 00:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | beatrice runcorn, orin harper |
Who: Bea and Orin
When: Sunday
Where: Bea's flat
What: She said for him to show
Rating:
Status: Incomplete
Orin wasn't expecting that conversation at all. Last he knew he had pissed off Beatrice and she wanted nothing to do with him whatsoever. It was mostly his fault for being a jealous arse but it didn't mean he wasn't bitter at the time and fed into her own brand of jealousy. It wasn't like he even knew she was feeling like that, it could have changed since they last spoke or she might have realized she belonged with someone else, someone better.
Not that anyone was better than he was, but Orin was sure someone was under the delusion they were. He of course knew better. Much better.
Straightening his shirt, Orin decided he looked fine enough and was perfectly acceptable for going to her flat. Afterall she had told him to get his sorry arse overthere. After knowing she wanted no one else but him, Orin felt confident enough to go. It wasn't like he had to worry about the threat of Theodore hanging over his head any longer.
Apparating over to her flat, Orin knocked and leaned on the door frame quietly smirking to himself. He was pleased that the fight ended with something completely different than the outcome he expected.