Genevieve Vipond (vievenvol) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-06-10 22:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: adelaide de blacas, char: genevieve vipond, location: residence, time: 2009 06 |
RP: Delusions
Who: Genevieve and Adelaide
When: Saturday, June 10, 2009
Where: Gen's house
What: Gen's back from Australia and catching up with Addi. Things don't go as planned.
Warnings: Language, emotional turmoil
“...It was just a really amazing week, Ad. I like him a lot,” Gen finished telling her sister about her week with a content sigh, smiling. She’d told her about walking on the beach, collecting seashells the first night, about going back to Oliver’s room even though she’d not expected being willing to do so that soon, about learning to surf and going to the aquarium and all the other things they’d done. She’d gone on and on about how comfortable she’d been with him, curled up together late at night, snacking as they talked, asking each other anything and everything they could think of. And she’d been so caught up in her retelling of things, that she hadn’t realized (or perhaps she’d just ignored) that Addi’s reactions were lacking a certain enthusiasm.
Addi was trying. She really was. She wanted to be happy and enthusiastic for Vieve, but she couldn’t help but feel like her sister was being unbelievably selfish right now and heading down the wrong bloody path. With everything she’d learned over the last week, she just couldn’t bring herself to be supportive of this thing with Oliver. Genevieve belonged with Coop. Everything they’d been through… there was no way they weren’t meant to be, and she thought she’d finally got through to Coop what he should do to prove to Vee that he was serious and willing to do what he had to do to make their relationship to work. But for that to matter, they had to have a relationship, and she wasn’t above using whatever cold, harsh truths she could to guide Vieve in that direction.
Not to mention how furious and hurt she still was that Vee had kept the pregnancy a secret from her. She should have told her. She should have let Addi be there for her. And so, as Vieve relayed her week in Australia to her, all she could bring herself to do was make small, encouraging noises to get her to continue, figuring it would be better to let Vieve get it all out before doing what she had to do. “That’s great,” she said, any attempt at infusing enthusiasm into the words falling flat. Her expression was stony, completely at odds with the tone of this conversation.
That was… not even close to the sort of response Gen felt her announcement deserved, and she sighed, tilting her head and quirking a brow at her sister. “All right, spill. What in the world has got you so pissed off at me?” she asked, going the direct route because she hated the thought of dancing around an issue. Addi had brushed her off on Monday, but she wasn’t going to let her do it now.
“I know,” Addi said first, her jaw locking in a frown. “I know what happened in September. I know about the pregnancy.”
Gen paled immediately at that, her hand dropping from where it had been fidgeting with her hair. “Oh. Oh god, Addi, I…”
Addi shook her head firmly and cut her off, “No, don’t. Don’t make excuses. You should have come to me. You should have let me be there for you. Damn it, Vieve, you’re not the only one mourning - not then, and not now. This is part of why you were so out of sorts after Coop visited us in Provence, isn’t it?”
Feeling chastised, Gen winced, but nodded her head. “Oui,” she breathed, not proud of that answer in the least, but it was at least true. “How...how did you find out?” She didn’t want to know, but she needed to know.
“I stayed with Coop last weekend. We did karaoke with Zee and Hype and everyone last Friday, and Coop offered up his place as a safe place. And honestly, it was brilliant to catch up with him. You didn’t just break up with him in December, Genevieve. You broke up with him for all of us.” And it was clear that she did not think that was fair in the least. “I got up Saturday morning, and he was sitting on the couch crying. And when I asked him what was wrong, he said he’d forgotten the date the baby would be here.”
Addi felt hot tears filling her eyes, and she blinked them back. “I was blindsided, Vee. Can you imagine what that’s like? You’re supposed to be my sister, my best friend, and you kept something that huge from me.”
“Mon dieu,” Gen breathed at Addi’s explanation of how she’d found out. Coop had been crying? He’d remembered the baby would have been due late last month, and he’d been crying over it, much the same she had after she’d realized it two weeks ago. It had all the emotions churning up in her again. Coop was hurting, and she hated that. The love that they’d shared… that didn’t just go away, and she never wanted to see or hear about him hurting. She wanted him to be happy. But she wasn’t going to touch on her breaking up with him for her whole family, because that wasn’t fair. Yes, they’d all loved Coop too, but they weren’t the ones living with him, they weren’t the ones trying to have to cope with all the problems they’d had or the way he brushed them off as insignificant.
“You are my best friend, Addi,” she whispered painfully, hating the accusation in her sister’s tone, but knowing in some part of her that she deserved it.
Adelaide’s expression was still stony, focused on the anger though the hurt was swirling just beneath the surface. “Then start bloody acting like it! Mon dieu, you know better than anyone that I feel things too, that no matter how ridiculous I am at times, I do give a shit. You broke Cooper’s heart, and just months after losing a baby with him? God, Vee, I just… how could you do that? How could you leave him?”
That accusation, so bluntly put, had Gen wincing again, but then her spine straightened as she felt defensive. “I left him because I had to, Adelaide. You weren’t there! You don’t understand how bad it was. We were fighting all the bloody time. And the bloody Birdie kept getting worse and worse in their speculation, and Cooper believed half of it. He got angry and jealous and it didn’t matter what I actually said or did. I couldn’t interact with fans anymore, whether he was around or not, because he couldn’t control his jealousy,” she snapped, ranting a bit.
“I wanted him to get help. I asked him so many times to find someone to talk to, to help him work through his anger issues. Because I love him, and I wanted a future with him, but I couldn’t do that with him just ignoring my concerns. You know about his injury. If he lost it while we were celebrating after a match and some idiot fan got a little too friendly with me and he got in a fight… He could die, and I couldn’t live like that!”
“Then you should have fucking told him that!” Addi shouted. “You should have said yes, and made it a condition for getting married. You really think he wouldn’t have done it? Mon dieu, Vee, he would move heaven and earth for you if he could. No one will ever love you the way he does - you’ll never love anyone the way you love him! It’s a once in a lifetime thing, and you know it!” God, she was such a bloody sap sometimes, just like Coop had pointed out, but she believed it was true.
That pissed Gen off, as if it was somehow her fault that Coop hadn’t taken her concerns seriously. “I shouldn’t have had to!” she shouted back, standing up now to pace, her hands squeezed into fists at her sides. “And who says it’s a once in a lifetime thing? Love isn’t so fickle,” she countered, studiously ignoring the twisting in her chest at the thought. She could fall in love again, she was sure of it. This week had made her feel hopeful for it, even if she’d known things would be different after they came back to the UK.
Addi rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest with a ‘hmph’. “Oh please, Vee. Can you honestly tell me you believe you could ever love anyone the way you love Cooper? Love. Not loved. You can’t lie to me… Or, at least I never thought you could,” she bit out angrily.
Gen winced again and shook her head. “Maybe not the same, but it shouldn’t be the same! Everyone’s different, and the love we have for people is different, and there’s nothing wrong with that. And Oliver-”
“Ugh! Do not talk to me about Oliver bleeding Wood! He’s a slimy salaud,” Addi accused, pulling the Witch Weekly magazine with the interview with Romilda out of her bag and throwing it at her sister. “Yeah, that man that you think is oh so great was talking about a future with her! Can you read that and honestly tell me you could love someone who treats his girlfriend the way he treated her?” She slumped back against the cushions and pulled her phone at to text Zee. She was so angry at Vieve still that she just didn’t want to stay here tonight.
When the magazine was thrown her way, Gen caught it out of reflex more than a desire to actually read what was written in it. “Why should I believe anything in here?” She would be doing exactly what she’d been so upset with Coop for doing if she did that.
Addi lowered her phone and looked at Vieve before rolling her eyes. “Because it lines up with what he already told you. Don’t be a bloody fool, Genevieve. He might have said all the right things at points, but he’s so full of shite. If he was having problems in his relationship, he should have talked to his girlfriend about it, instead he cheated on her, and not just with you. And yeah, maybe I didn’t think it was that big of a deal before, but that was when I thought you were just going to have a steamy affair with him to get him out of your system.”
That wasn’t what she wanted to hear, Gen thought as she glanced down at the magazine. She was curious to read it now, but she didn’t want to do it in front of Addi. “You don’t understand! He’s not like that, not really. He was just going through a rough patch and made some poor choices. We’ve all been there,” she retorted defensively. After all she and Oliver had talked about and done together over the last week, she didn’t want to think poorly of him again.
“No, Vee, he’s got a pattern of doing stupid shite like this. Why do you think he’s as old as he is and still hasn’t settled down? He’s married to that bloody team, and when things get too stressful, he acts out in stupid ways. And yes, I went back through old publications to learn more about his patterns.” There might have been a phone call to Diana, the psychologist of the family, even if she’d only just got her degree, where their youngest sister had suggested doing that. “Do you really think you can compete with Puddlemere? Bloody hell, he even told you he wasn’t sure if his career goals could make way for his personal goals. They’re more important to him than love and having a family!” And that was absolutely unacceptable in Addi’s mind. Vieve deserved better than that, even if she was furious with her right now.
Gen jerked back as if she’d been struck by the avalanche of words that had just spilled from her sister’s mouth. “We talked about so much, Addi. You don’t understand!” And she could hear the petulance in her own voice, which just pissed her off more. “He wants that future, it is important to him. He just wants it with the right person.”
Addi rolled her eyes again. “And you think that could be you? Come on, Vee. Do you really want to risk that? Do you really want to throw yourself into this thing with him, put her heart out there on the line? Maybe even marry him, have kids with him, and then, what? He says he wants to be involved with raising his kids, but how is he supposed to do that with what he wants for his career? There’s not room for both, and you know it!”
“STOP IT!” Gen yelled, feeling angry and overwhelmed, feeling the urge to turn around and escape the room.
“NO! I’m not going to stop because you’re being thick. Cooper LOVES you, Genevieve. He’s your soulmate, and you know it. You had that crush on Oliver, you went and had fun with him, and that should be that. He’s not right for you-”
“Says who? And why not?” Gen argued. “We had an amazing time together. There’s potential there!” He’d made her feel alive, and he’d set her body on fire, and they’d laughed and had fun, and she liked him, damn it.
Addi’s phone chirped and she glanced at it, relieved to see Z’s reply that she could come crash there. “You were in a bubble there, Vee. It wasn’t real, and you know it wasn’t. I’m leaving. I’m going to go crash with Zee. Good luck trying to delude yourself into thinking you can be happy without Coop,” she said harshly, tugging her bag up over her shoulder as she crossed to the floo. It was such a strange way to travel, but it was also the quickest way for her to get anywhere without someone transporting her through apparation.
“Addi…” But what could she say? And when her sister ignored her and disappeared in the green flames, Gen let out a harsh sound of frustration, reaching for the nearest thing she could break, which happened to be a cheap, funky vase, and throwing it against a wall, hard. It shattered, and she dropped to her knees, the tears finally starting to fall.