Marietta Edgecombe (ex_edged72) wrote in strugglewithin, @ 2008-11-10 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, august 1997, marietta edgecombe, padrig cadwallader |
RP: Lightning Crashes
Date: 10 November 1997, 3 am
Characters: Marietta Edgecombe, Padrig Cadwallader
Location: Their flat
Status: Private
Summary: Marietta is pissed off at Padrig but there is a thunderstorm and habits are hard to break. Very Adult situations.
Completion: Complete
Marietta hated thunderstorms. There was just something about them that made her feel uneasy. She never had liked them but. Othello was curled up on the end of her bed sleeping soundly but Marietta couldn’t sleep a wink. It was the middle of the night and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she needed him. She was worthless in a thunderstorm.
They’d had another row again. This time she’d slammed the door in his face and refused to open it back so they could talk about it. He’d fucking danced with another girl. Another fucking girl. She was beyond pissed about it even if it had been innocent. Not that she trusted him. No, he smelled like booze and he’d danced with someone who wasn’t her. It fucking pissed her off. Her determination to not let him get away with it and her need to not be alone were in conflict. She never wanted to relent and let him win. She always had to have the last word. She took it by force when she had too.
A loud crack and flash hit near her window and she jumped out of her bed, not taking the time to reach for her robe as she darted out of her room and across the hall. She slammed the door behind her as she made entry into Padrig’s room standing their eyes wide with fresh fright across them. Another close lightening strike sent her jumping toward his bed practically attacking him in his sleep. Merfyn fled for safety.