Blaise Zabini (blaising_hot) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-04-03 09:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: blaise zabini, char: calypso zabini, char: eleanor branstone, location: network, location: residence, time: 2009 04 |
Unexpected Emotions
Who: Blaise, Calypso, Eleanor.
When: Sunday April 2nd, afternoon
Where: Zabini residence, network
What: trying to calm down.
Warnings: language, emotions.
Anger and hurt settled into a hard, right feeling in his chest in the vicinity of his heart. He might not have said the words, but he truly cared for Kermit. He didn't know for certain if it was truly love, as it was different than any of his other relationships, which was why he'd held back on saying the words.
But now all it did was hurt. Betrayal had always been a big thing for Blaise; like many Slytherins, what ties he formed were tight, and he'd never been able to tolerate betrayal even as a child. Probably because his mother so easily swung from smothering to nothing, and it was a trait he hated and affected him worse than anythinf. Kermit leaving without a word, without giving him a chance to address perceived hurts, stung Blaise much deeper than most people would realize. Blaise tried to be fastidious in all of his relationships. Hell, the last few months he'd been pushing himself so hard he was running on fumes, just to make time for everything and everyone.
Cutting work to go to a Quidditch game and the after parties meant having to work another day. It was just an endless cycle.
Had he neglected Kermit? He didn't really think so. He'd had time in the evenings when he finally got home, spending time with him. Hell, Callie felt he'd done so enough she'd had to kidnap him so she could get attention!
But the niggle of doubt was there, and it too hurt as well as angered. Blaise Zabini was a confident man, typically. Perhaps too much so.
"That's what you get for trying to have everything," he told his broken reflection in the mirror. The bitterness was sharp in his voice, as sharp as the few shards that had fallen to the floor. "You should have known better."
He'd been happy, having someone to come home to. Having his home full. Stressed lately, though, especially with kermit being moodier. Now that space was filled with sharp, prickly self castigation and mockery. Few were as good at the latter as he.
He went to his sister's room and grabbed a new phone from the stash she kept because she was typically the one with the anger issues. The only options were bright pink or glittery, and he chose the former because he honestly didn't give a fuck right now about that. He tucked an IOU into the drawer so he'd remember to replace it for her.
He went back to his room and summoned his SIM card wandlessly. It sliced his palm and he hissed at the pain, cleaned it off, and stuck it in the new phone because he had responsibilities and couldn't afford to be unconnected right now, as much as he wanted to be.
Not bothering to heal the small cut, he took a deep breath that hurt his chest somehow and then, with a forced, icy, false calm, typed out a few messages.
MM to Callie-girl 1:25pm: Kermit took all his things and left.
MM to Eleanor Branstone 1:27pm: Apologies for disturbing your weekend. Just wished to note that Kermit Bradley should be taken off the access list to my office come Monday. Thank you.