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Darius Alexander Summers (dasummers) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-04-09 09:44:00

Entry tags:

darius summers, sophie frost

Who: Darius and Sophie
What: probably yelling at each other
When: afternoon
Where: Chez Frost
Warnings: Darius might curse?

Darius was tired. He'd spent most of the night not sleeping, alternately angry at Rose and dealing with his demons. He'd gone out the previous night and walked through Paris for an hour, which had helped, but when the morning came, he realized that he hadn't actually forgiven Rose, or dealt with anything beside the fact that he was pretty much screwed when it came to getting help.

He'd stayed in his room, even opting to skip his martial arts classes that day. Mostly he just sat around, staring listlessly at the computer, occasionally starting, then deleting, e-mails to everyone he knew. The only one he finished went to Ophelia, asking her if she might like to explore Geneva the next day.

Finally his stomach decided it would not be ignored any longer. He slid out of bad, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top. He padded out, still wearing his glasses, hair mussed and ignored. He was just going to grab a sandwich and hope he didn't run into Rose.

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outgrewthenest
2009-04-09 01:08 pm UTC (link)

Rose and Sophie looked virtually identical from behind. They were about the same height, with hair that was very close to the same shade and length. Back when the Cuckoos had been making Rose's life diffucult, Rose had felt it necessary to dye her hair just to distance herself from them.

When Sophie turned around and saw Darius, though, the organic diamond that quickly covered her body--as it had every time she'd run into Darius since she'd returned from vacation--differentiated her starkly from the other Frost girl. She didn't greet him or display any outward emotion. She turned her back to him again and pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, closing it behind her.

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	dasummers 2009-04-09 01:12 pm UTC (link)
	Darius watched her with cold detachment. Rose's word came back to mind, and he just grabbed a water himself and walked out, doing his best to remain calm, to avoid any outward sign of how badly this hurt. If Sophie was going to be given carte blanche to treat him like shit, then obviously there was no point in even trying to talk to her before she was ready. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

outgrewthenest
2009-04-09 07:43 pm UTC (link)

Sophie stepped out of the way so that Darius could get to the fridge. Her emotions weren't non-existent. They were still there, but they were dampened. Difficult to detect and easy to ignore. The hurt and the anger were faint enough that being in the same room as Darius wasn't hard for her.

She watched him turn to leave without comment. She reached up to open one of the cabinets, looking for anything that might look appetizing. She didn't feel much like eating now.

	dasummers 2009-04-10 06:21 pm UTC (link)
	He stiffened, and turned to her, letting out a sigh. He got the broom to sweep up the solid part of the mess, cursing even more under his breath. His target was kept carefully concealed. Once he had swept up the mess, he mopped the juice up with a rag. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	outgrewthenest 2009-04-10 10:22 pm UTC (link)
	Her brows furrowed. That stung, which surprised her. Maybe there was a mental component beyond the simple emotions that she was blocking. Something else made it under her shields. She stood, holding the bowl and staring after him. "You're leaving again?" she asked, her tone quiet but even. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2009-04-10 11:24 pm UTC (link)
	Fuck. He couldn't ignore her crying, so he went over, pretty sure she was going to hit him. But he knelt down next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. Or attempting to, anyway. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dasummers 2009-04-10 11:55 pm UTC (link)
	He wrapped his arms around her as soon as it became evident that she wasn't going to attack him. He'd had worse than cheerios on his jeans, and honestly, he wasn't half the bastard her pretended to be. He rubbed her back, gently. "When?" It was a good question, but it had too many answers without being clarified. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)