Who: Anders Where: Apartment What: Fuck fuck fuck When: After messy comm Rating: High Open: To Max if she's around - (open to multiples) Status: Ongoing (depends if anyone else tags)
Anders calmly turned the phone of, stared at it blankly before throwing it hard against the far wall with a crack. Which made Mari hiss.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why did he always have to open his big mouth. He knew mentioning AJ would incite rage but he did it anyway. It was Gaia all over again. But this time someone else was playing Axl's role.
On some level he understood it with his brothers. They needed it. Someone to hate, to take their anger and frustrations out on. It made them feel better and if that meant him being a punchbag or a scapegoat so be it.
Quacks would have a fucking field day with Anders Johnson. The man who was much more comfortable with people hating him than the good touchy-feely emotions. He had started to get better with Helen but then she died and he began to question how much of her feelings towards him had been Idunn's. Then there was Max...
Fuck, Max. He hadn't just opened her up to abuse again had he? That would just be the icing on the cake. Killed by a violent shapeshifter and leaving his girlfriend to take the flack.