VH Year: 8
Location: Darcie’s
Lian: Black
Darcie: Green
Summary: The start of
the riff between Lian and Darcie. Their differences and drama-queen attitudes
start to destroy their friendship and twist it into something stranger than it
was when they first became friends.
*Everything in blue and italics is Evan*
A week after bickering and so on between Lian, her aunt [Kiandra's mother], her Grandmother [Nonna
Mary], Richard and more than likely several other people and finally shouting
she was tired of it; she had grabbed Evan and walked to find an apartment.
"Aunt Lian, do you think
we're going to find something?" A vibrant six year old Evan
Cortes whispered to his aunt. Lian smiled softly from her place as she held his
hand and spoke softly to him "We will, you'll see Evan. I promise that
tonight we're moving out of Mary's house." Both of them walked their way
up a set of strais following a woman who was no older
than sixty-five. They were taken to an apartment, after Lian and Evan inspected
it, they went to signing papers.
And hour later, Lian and Evan were moving things in the
apartment. She magicked things into places, while
Evan did it mugglewise by adjusting knicknacks on the shelves and in his room. "I'm done with my room, Lian" Evan said when
he sat on the small couch.
"Well I've got to get you something to eat. Wait,
perhaps I could send Falcon to Darcie. Did you feed Narci
the Second?" Evan nodded as Lian walked to Falcon, petting it softly. It
had calmed down before Graduation...weird. Lian wrote something quick for
Darcie.
Darcie:
I moved to
--Love,
Your Graduated Musey
PS: by us I meant my newphew Evan and myself.
Prodding Falcon, she looked at Evan "Hopefully
she'll join us"
Upon skimming over the latest edition of the
Daily Prophet that had arrived that morning but hadn’t been touched until 5 that
evening, DD tossed the cruddy newspaper
into her ‘burning bowl’. ‘What the hell is a burning bowl?’ you ask. That’s
quite simple to answer since promptly after the paper slips into the piece of
pottery, the grad takes hold of her wand and casts a spell she could do in her
sleep.
“Incendio.” The small flame, crinkling and blackening papers brought a
small smile to the weary woman’s face. Last night had worn her out. So much too
drink and so much idle chit-chat in a dark corner of some
club in somewhere suburbia
And it never got any better either as there was an
insistent tapping at the window that quite resembled… “Bloody
bird!” Darcie hollered for no apparent reason. Gah,
she was wound like a snitch waiting to be released. Needless to say that she
snatched the letter from Falcon’s leg hastily and sent the thing on its way
without a treat. Poor animal… yea right. Holding the
edge of the letter over the still flaming paper, she burnt an opening just wide
enough to pull out the letter. “Mmhmm…blah blah…” she murmured as she took in the information quickly.
Party as Musey’s. Huzzah!
After a long semi-relaxing shower, Darcie got herself
dressed in nothing fancy, simple blue jeans and a black sweater with the
Ravenclaw badge sown into the right shoulder. Yea, house pride still rocked. It
was no different from muggles wearing their
university gear after graduating. Why should she be any different? However, she
couldn’t quite strut the streets in Hogwarts attire,
so she grabbed her robe-like knee-length black sweater and hit the streets,
arriving to Lian’s new pad in record time for
walking. Without a snog partner for the
elevator, she just used the stairs, coming to a halt outside the door numero 6.
Tap, tap. Rappity tap tap.
After having ordered take out and shoving it down Evan's
throat she said "Go to bed, Now!" He of
course listened and the adults had a party! A knock! Woozah!
Narci the Second hopped to the room with Evan after
he called for the bunny. Lian made her way to the door.
"Coming!" She wore a huge Gryffindor Sweater with some short pants and
her hair in a messy bun and of course...Bunny Slippers! Your typical graduate!
Swinging the door open she said "All dolled up for me? Got any party
boosters?" She winked softly until Evan came out screaming "Codswalloped bird! Aunt Lian, Falcon came back!" Lian
sighed and said "Darcie, Evan, Evan that's Narci" The ickle blushed at
the sight. She was purty!
"You're purdy, Darcie" Whoa there, hold yer horses! Lian looked down and said "Evan! Stop
being like your father used to be!" With a loud giggle, she shooed the boy
off to his room to bed. "That's my nephew. Hehe. Don't worry he won't
be much of a nuisance. Can I offer you a small taste of what I've got decked
here? I need to have a huge word with you..." She sighed softly and
ushered her best friend/sister/Narci inside the
apartment. "There's a spare room for the after party drunkness.
So please, feel..wait you're
home! Screw formalities! Grab what you want, drink what you want...wreck all
you want because the last debt the devil pays in this hellhole"
So unlike Lian, but who bloody cared? Not her. Well..Evan was another story.
"And no worries, the kid knows how to deal with
cereal in the morning. Haha. He's seen worse from me and Nonna.
" Snickering slightly, Lian thebum
walked into the kitchen and brought back two huge bottles. Elderflower
and Nettlewine. "A
toast, for freedom!"
“Coming!"
“Quick before someone attempts to snatch me and take me home with them!” Darcie
called back humorously, since, well, it was quite funny to think that someone
could do such a thing. And before she could even get another laugh out of it to
herself, the door was swinging open to reveal a very comfortable, lazy Lian.
*snicker**snort* "All dolled up for me?” “Of course!” and to
emphasize her sophisticated sexy wardrobe, she leaned against the doorpost in a
slightly provocative manner. “Got any party boosters?" “Just my
skills…” she purred. “Now, you mentioned a nephew…”
Whoa! Bad, very bad mistake! This one was waaaaaay underage. “Dammit...could
have warned me,” the younger of the grads cursed under her breath as she
straightened herself back up and cleared her throat lightly. “Evan,” she
repeated with a slight nod, her brow lifting at his little honest confession.
Children didn’t lie much at that age. Luckily he was shooed off and to be
somewhat polite, Darcie waved a hand before stepping into the room, shedding
her robe at the door. “Of course…surprise me…” she answered, her brow perked
once again over the ‘big word.’ No, wait. Lian had said ‘huge word’; like that
was any better!
“wreck all you want because
the last debt the devil pays in this hellhole" “Don’t tempt me…”
Darcie answered pointedly, standing still in the middle of the room awaiting whatever liquid was placed into her hand first.
“Good…I’m not quite fond of children…” she murmured, glancing with a wary eye
toward his bedroom door, just waiting for him to spring out again like some
beast that couldn’t remain caged. But oh! Bottles! Taking the entire
elderflower bottle into her hand, she tapped it against Lian’s
bottle. “To freedom!” she toasted, taking a hearty sip before lowering the
bottle away from her lips.
“I take it plans have changed… obviously…”
“Quick before someone attempts to snatch me and take me home
with them!”
"Specially if he happens to
be called Lockore Darkmoon!"
Lian said back with an obvious hidden giggle. That was downright evil! Aww how nice of Darcie to admit "While I'm a lazy arse, I just moved in today and thought you'd like to see
party headquarters first" Ooh, Lian let a small and sexy purr at the
mention of skills. "Now now, don't make me
jealous, Darcie"
“Dammit...could have warned
me,”
"Yeah, don't worry. He'll sleep well." Upon seeing
the robe in the floor, Lian took her wand from the coffee table and magicked it into playing a nice number [take a hint as to
what kind of dance] and it was hung into the coat rack. After that, Lian didn't
care. “Of course…surprise me…” Lian smirked softly and said "Even
thought things with Lockore didn't go as expected
when I left..which he'll prolly tell you someday. I managed to take my life back. But one thing. Endicus sucks major
time. He attacked me upon the last week of classes. I didn't exactly tell Lockore how or what happened. I just don't really wanna delve into that- She paused and gave a look of
disgust and then said "But Lexus was there. And perhaps some of my worse nightmare were relived in that moment. Like
Aries, perhaps. But I snapped out of it and I gotta
move on.- She paused again
"Lockore on the other
hand, knows about the letter in a certain way that left him to ask..when he wasn't supposed to, damnit."She knew as to what letter "And hell, it
got so bad that if I were you I expect a visit. I was paranoid off my mind, so
I told him what could happen if I didn't handle anything back at home with the
deliberate pace and calmness I needed to have dealing in with of course
mathematical numbers and so on." Lian sighed and flopped into the couch
"They wanted to run my goddamned life again. And
they almost got to me by attempting to use- And she pointed on the direction of
Evan's bedroom with a lazy index finger. "I managed to use an adviced I myself have of course avoided all this time. And
I can imagine Lockore saying 'Sure, now she
listens to me'-Lian paused with a chuckle, after all her attempt at a manly
voice sure failed. Lian ran a hand through the hair that fell on her face, afterall she had a year without Narci
and hell did she needed to catch up. "All what
caused all this change wasn't Mr. Darkmoon, who is
lucky I didn't sent him to Mungo's.
No, no. The Ball.- She paused there and gave an offhand blush
"After the Endicus
accident, which I hated because the fact someone had managed to pull him off
but didn't leave enough room for me to kill beat him within an inch of
his life-, She still wanted to do that! "We had a small run-in at the
ball. We did dance and no, since there was no mistletoe I didn't need to kiss
him. But within our talk and I blame you- She pointed to Darice-"We
got into a discussion I wanted to avoid. Who was the perfect person for who. Bloody Hell Darcie, what got into that boy's mind!? He
leaped on fate and kissed me, knowing that I within me still held a grudge for
what happened."
A grudge that wasn't exactly all of Endicus'
fault either. But that will wait until later. "And that is all"
“Don’t tempt me…”
"The minute I say burning something, you'll be all
over it- She winked softly as Darcie reminded Lian she was no good with kids.
Lian arched an eyebrow "Well, you're lukcy! Evan
is a very well self-suffient boy. In his case, we
relate to each other, because of the parent loss thing. But this case, I took
him in as inmediate family. I wouldn't, and couldn't
let him go through what I did." And lifting her Nettlewine
and tapping it against Darcie's bottle she said "Damn right freedom it is!
William Wallace was right when he shouted that"
“I take it plans have changed… obviously…”
"With what I just told you, everything changed. Hopefully for the best. Now I just need to clearify things with Lockore...which
will take a lot of time because he'll enjoy saying 'You finally listened to
me'" Another cheat imitation of his voice. Rawr.
"Specially if he
happens to be called Lockore Darkmoon!"
Darcie opened
her mouth to make some sort of snappy retort, but…nothing came forth, so she
just shut it immediately before some wandering flying insect found her mouth by
accident or purposely…those brainless creatures. At least she was let in within
a decent amount of time. "Now now, don't make
me jealous, Darcie" “You already are, love…” she purred once more,
realizing somewhere in the back of her mind that she was being just a tad too
feline for her own good. Maybe she should have kept that ambition of becoming
an animagus… Then again on second thought, no.
The younger grad stood languidly in the center of the
room, fingers tucking into her jean pockets as she listened to her Musey, curious as to why the Gryffindor wasn’t off working
in whatever business she was threatened in to doing. First sentence
included him of course. When did things go well between them? Had they had any
sort of completely civilized rendezvous in the past 3 years? “I managed to
take my life back.” “Bravo…” she murmured.
Next topic. Endicus? Older Slytherin student with the silver hair… “Attacked
you? My Merlin Musey! You’re just telling me now?”
Oh, Darcie wasn’t hurt…well, maybe in just the slightest. But…
Lexus had been there. “Lexus eh?” she reiterated softly, a small smirk
appearing on her face. Oh ya, Narci
was le matchmaker. Hardly;
seriously. One time occurrence, random side
effect of some galactic calamity.
But oh, goody, his name came up yet again! Fidgeting slightly
with her belt loops, DD half listened to/half heard the news. That letter? Oh, that was old news, an entire year ago or
more actually. Time was flying by faster than Darcie could comprehend. “Right…
a visit…” She mentally took note of it, but knowing her, the wine would scratch
that memory out before morning arrived. Mmm… was it
time for the wine yet? Oh, maybe not; not with Lian falling onto the couch in
such an undignified manner. Talk wasn’t over yet.
“Thank Merlin you at least did something about it…” It
was pretty much all Darcie could offer, because to be technical about things,
the younger hadn’t quite given up on making her father happy yet. All this
dilly-dallying around with odd jobs and a dueling addiction was just a period
of preparation for bigger things. What bigger things? Who knew? Quite possibly
it could all amount to absolutely nothing but a life of hedonism before dying.
“The Ball.-“ Here’s where Darcie’s ears perked, and eyebrow for
that matter, intrigued as to how far the ‘Lexus’ thing had gone. The more Musey explained, the bigger Darcie grinned. “Bloody Hell Darcie, what got into that boy's mind!?”
“Simple. You’re hot. They have urges…They have… parts…” But, that didn’t quite
explain the Ravenclaw’s unusual high level of testosterone
for a female. “People have urges,” she added swiftly.
"And that is all" “That was quite a tale, m’dear…Outdoes anything I’d
have to share.” Grinning to the fire comment, she remarked, “That’s right… yell
fire and I’m all over it like myself on a hot date.” Screw that stupid ‘white
on rice’ muggle phrase. “I wouldn't, and couldn't let him go through what I
did." Whoa… “You surprise me sometimes… you know that? I mean… I know
you’re caring and all…Nevermind…” she mumbled, just
shaking her head, taking the wine like needed water.
“William Wallace was right when he shouted that"
“What?!” Wait…’dropped Muggle Studies a long arse
time ago…’ “Nevermind that either…” To cover up her
obvious lack of knowledge about the muggle world in which she was sort of
living in, Darcie gulped the wine instead. Sipping be
gone! “Now I just need to clarify things with Lockore...”
“Luck with that…” Hell, Darcie was the one that needed to be hearing that.
"I am not" Lian added back swiftly. Okay, maybe
she had purred right a moment ago. But...it wasn't her fault! It was...someone elses! And yes, the last time Lian and Lockore
had a good civilized talk was mhmm...well Lian lost
count. Perhaps in the midst of a duel? No. Great Hall, no. Lexus was there and she couldn't just pop
something there.
Hearning the small murmur, Lian beamed a little. "That's not all I
managed. I applied to a job in a muggle record shop. Girl, you cannot imagine
the music I found! They have loads of records that I myself enjoy" But
Darcie semeed a little worried over the Endicus thing
"He pinned me managed to force a kiss out of me. I
did get a chance to bite his lip so he'd let go. I did my own damage. But yes,
I tell you know because I knew that if I told you that night you'd be there
burning him along a few other students. Oh yes,- Lian
paused drawing a sip from her drink "Because nobody touches Musey the Bunny"
Ms. Matchmaker!Narci had that
little smirk. Lian arched an eyebrow. The older girl sighed and kept herself
together. “Thank Merlin you at least did something about it…”
"Thanks" Chosing not
to dig as to why Darcie had look kind of 'downish'
upon hearing Lockore's name, Lian said "You
don't look good when I mention his name. Why do I sense something is going on
without my knowledge? It's not my business anyways" It was true, not her
business unless someone had used her name without her permission!
Lian didn't really want to go into the 'Lexus' thing,
because simply. She still didn't know what the hell would happen with that.
Simple, she had enough confusion in her mind as it was. She wasn't right for
him. She really wasn't.
“Simple. You’re hot. They have urges…They have…
parts…”
"Still, I am not right for him.-Lian began. That
complex she had, she was brought up thinking she really wasn't worth of
anyone's attention. Yet she had a lot of it. "And I don't need to know
what him and his little friend do on Friday nights
when loneliness hits in." Lian said, oh her mind always in the gutter
[even though she wasn't as bad as Janus!]
Darcie mentioned urges and Lian took the moment to simply
jump the gun and say "Just like you know that someone has a bloody
urge...- She could have done it, but thankfully the neverending
paranoia didn't allow her to do it.
“You surprise me sometimes… you know that? I mean… I
know you’re caring and all…Nevermind…”
"Darcie, I saw his father get
killed. Do you think I was going to let that kid, who was merely a few months
old live with a mother who was mentally unstable? Being that even though I am
not as stable as I should be, I can live and keep that kid safe. His mother
went off the deepend and Onastacia
and I knew the kid needed his Great Grandmother until I graduated from
school" Lian was still to this very day trying to move Evan foward and into his feet.
"But yeah, I am a caring person." As Darcie
wished her luck, Lian drank a swig from her bottle and said "Now, forget
the depression, we've got a bash to do in a very impromtu
moment!"
No wonder Lian was just telling her now
about the Endicus mishap. That boy was practically a
rapist. Wasn’t Slytherin taking more care of their affairs? Darcie completely
understood the pure enjoyment in it, but they were slipping, picking the wrong
victims and doing it so sloppily. “Damn right I would have burnt him…still might
if I run into him on the streets…leave him in the gutter…snake trash…” she
mumbled under her breath, her Slytherin pride still smoldering underneath the
outer-Ravenclaw display.
But, of course, all her natural rage she could possibly
muster could be dowsed with just one name, and Lian had figured it out. How
could she not when Darcie regressed into adolescent ways of avoidance. "You
don't look good when I mention his name.” Crap. Was she flushing like she had
a fever? Or losing color to the point she likened a vampire? “Why do I sense
something is going on without my knowledge?” “Because there is…” she
murmured and shuffled her left foot on the carpet. “It's not my business
anyways" “You know it always is…”
Just like always, Narci and Musey were denying the things that’d make their lives
happier in the end. Just when a happy ending was within sight, the iron gate went up and neither were to be caught off guard.
Except this time, Darcie had screwed up. She never quite gained back control
enough to say what Lian had told Lexus. I am not right for him. She just
nodded, and nodded again but with a soft chuckle, not minding the visual image
at all. But enough of that hawt stuff…
“Darcie, I saw his father get
killed.” Oh… Downer. Any dirty images she’d been
letting play in her mind were shoved to the wayside as she listened to why Lian
now looked like a teen mother to anyone that didn’t know her personally. "But
yeah, I am a caring person." “Sometimes in harsh ways…but you are…”
Darcie couldn’t help but murmur, her mind not letting the memory of the day of
the letter leave her consciousness just yet.
“Now, forget the depression, we've got a bash to do in
a very impromptu moment!" “Easier said than done…” the younger grad
mentioned, but with another hearty swig of the wine out of the way, it was
possible she’d been a bit too hasty. “I take that back…and I’m going to need a
couch…” Stepping over to the couch where Musey had
been seated, Darcie turned and collapsed upon it, placed the bottle between her
knees, leaned her head backwards and closed her eyes, appearing pensive in a Mulder-ish way. "He has my address you say?"
Damn right Lian would hide things like that. “Damn right
I would burnt him…still might if I run into him on the streets…leave him in the
gutter…snake trash…”
"Darcie, your Italian side is showing more than your
Slytherin" Lian called out with a small withdrawl.
And this is why she didn't tell much about this. Because she knew the Endicus wand massacre would take place and nobody would get
over Darcie [and Lockore if he really found out who the attacker was and if Darcie ordered him to attack].
Sighing, Lian scattered over allowing Darcie some sitting space.
“You know it always is…”
Lian shook her head and said "I'll tell you why it
is no longer my problem- She paused and took a swig from her bottle
"Because if I get in it, I sure as hell know I'll be keeling over after I
try to fix mistakes done both in the past and now- She paused again, swallowing
the real reason why she kept quiet; the best for everyone and Lian was
entitled to keep a secret too!.
True, both of them denied feelings. One more than the
other and that was Darcie. Lian would be afraid when it came to love. Love, nothing but a word, an emotionless emotion that drives
you to do wild things. And the only reason she looked like a Teen Mom
was because of an idiot named Cleery.*stabs to kill* “Sometimes
in harsh ways…but you are…”
Nodding, Lian said "For the bloody record, I hadn't
done anything out of the ordinary, Darcie" She winked to her, knowing NotSoIckleMs.Gutter!Narci might
have thought something out of line.
“I take that back…and I’m going to need a couch…”
"Thank Merlin I moved over" Lian idly nodded at
the last question and said "If you're going to hit someone, you might want
to hit me now. It took him a while to get it from me, but sadly...I
budged." She was blushing and then took another swig from her bottle.
"Darcie, your Italian side is showing more
than your Slytherin.” “Oh.” Duh!
Forehead-palm-smack! “I do have one of those don’t I…” Sometimes the girl got
so lost in her father’s British appearance in the mirror she frequently visited
that she forgot how she ended up with green eyes when the entire Dracel side was blue. Her mother, of course, was her
mother, but it was more like the two of them had grown up victims together,
bound by the family’s evil that they became friends instead of mother/daughter.
When she and Sanne had meals together out and about,
no one could tell they were related, except for a distinctly feminine feature
here and there, her ears and hair texture; nothing more. Sometimes Darcie
herself believed Sanne wasn’t her real mother, just
some loving woman to cover for her father’s trysts out among the dirty
pureblood district. Who knew…it was plausible.
"I'll tell you why it is no longer my problem.”
Darcie lifted a brow, not liking that tone of voice. What the hell did Musey mean? She was always there to fix her mistakes! What if
she really [insert dirty word] this time around?! Neither of them would ever
recover from the hole she dug herself under his administrations. “And now…?”
she lightly pushed, not expecting an answer, but hell, surprises weren’t that
miraculous.
"For the bloody record, I hadn't done anything
out of the ordinary, Darcie" “I know… I know…” she whined like a child
being scolded for something old and repetitive. But it had all still hurt.
She’d never live it down; displeased with the way she cracked so easily yet
still continued with the affair that hit a quite nice peak. And hell… she’d
never directly told Musey about the elevator. The
only people that knew were Lexus and Locke…who heard it in quite a vivid
manner.
"Thank Merlin I moved over" “Mmhmm…” Darcie hummed and squirmed slightly, settling down
into the cushion, just taking a moment to relax and converse casually about her
serious issue. “I’m not going to hit anyone…” she murmured, eyes still closed
at this point. Deep breath in and deep breath out… “but sadly...I budged." Opening one eye, she peaked
over to Lian, catching the faint blush, instantly closing it and returning to
her tranquil state. “Maybe he just wants his animals back…”
I do have one of those don’t I…”
Lian kindly took it upon herself in saying "You
still do," With a small pause of her own,
allowing Darcie to reflect upon what she was reflecting, Lian [and her pupeteer] made up a mental though train.
'So, what is next?
I wish I knew. Hell, I swear she'll keel me
Oh well *waves to herself a goodbye*'
Lian herself fixed herself when studying Darcie's
expression. She was [insert several naughty words here] tired
of it. She wasn't a janitor, she wasn't cupid and she sure as hell had
enough on her platter as it was. Plus this whole damned romance crap wasn't her
scene. Never had been. Explain, how can someone
deprived of the emotion of love up to a certain point, could even love? Don't
answer, it is damn near impossible.
And why, would someone like Lian, be involved in such
mess? As it was not her business. Anything concerning Lockore
Darkmoon's romantic interest was not her business. It
never had been her place to be in. Mostly when 'we're' talking about a woman
who can't show her feelings and a man who's damn near untrackable!
[Unless your name was Darcie Ican'tshowmyfeelings'
Dracel.]
And why did she suddenly want out? Because of point a-
and now point b: Lian Cortes is not a loving person nor able to express her
ideas without screwing things up more than what they are. Darcie hadn't [bleeped]
that badly that Lian knew; or happened to care about at this point due to the
fact that Lian was once again not going to even bother with two thickheaded
people! Good Night Nurse!
“And now…?”
Lian shook her head and said "I've grown tired of
having to clean up after you like a 6 year old. Even Evan is more self suffiencient than you at this moment.-Lian looked to Darcie
and said "You have ambitions and I respect them, but somethings-
She paused and took a swig out of her bottle "Are just wrong. I want out
of this whole Lockore mess, why I'll explain"
And Lian paused, measuring her words for once in a
lifetime before even bursting out. Silently adknowledging Darcie's question. "I told you I
was tired of picking after your broken pieces. Darcie, I can only do but so
much and this is all I can and will do- her pause and longing silence as she
was about to shout that she was tired and bash and break bottles...not a good
example for Evanickle.
"You are a heart player and guess what, it's bloody
catching up to you and about to bite you in the arse-
She said with clearly a look of 'Stop pushing this or I'll be saying harsher
things that will cause you to kill me'. Lian hated having to shove the truth to
Darcie's face, for fear or both their tempers reaching their topmost moment...
She whined, Lian noticed and said "It's alright, not
like I care about it anymore" Oh Darcie wouldn't kill her...yay!
“Maybe he just wants his animals back…”
Lian sighed and said "The affairs at home could have
gotten dangerous. He'll tell you more of the paranoia I was under. After Endicus, like I said. Not even Lockore
could put a hand on my shoulder. I slapped it off. So it's not only about his
friends,-Lian paused and said "It's also about your 'safety' which he
cares about..oh well you
should know the mush" Hell, Cortes you could've said better!
Breathe in, breathe out. Just because Darcie had
claimed she wasn’t going to hit anyone, that didn’t mean her emotions couldn’t
instantaneously make an about face. She was doing her damnedest to remain
placid, remain un-violent. Her attention was put towards evenly spaced breaths,
deep intake through the nostrils and a slow exhale through her mouth. But when
her dear Musey felt button-happy, Darcie was no
longer responsible for any malevolent actions.
"I've grown tired of having to clean up after you
like a 6 year old. Even Evan is more self-sufficient than you at this moment.- GASP! The bwitch! They were
friends! They were like… the best of friends and this is how Darcie was going
to be treated! To keep her tongue from lashing out, she shut her mouth tightly,
resorting to punishing her nose with her suddenly swifter breaths. Her emeralds
caught a glance of Lian looking over with her peripheral vision, but kept
still.
"You have ambitions and I respect them, but somethings.” Somethings?! What somethings aren’t alright
to be ambitious over?! The moving liquid beside her only made her hand grip on
the neck of wine bottle tighter, afraid that if she lifted it to her lips, Lian
would spit out something else off her conscious that’d made the younger
literally spit out the contents of her mouth. "Are
just wrong. I want out of this whole Lockore
mess, why I'll explain" Lockore?! Since when
did ambition and Lockore go together in the same sentence!
That wasn’t ambition… that was… that was… something opposite, that’s what it
was!
"I told you I was tired of picking after your
broken pieces.” Broken pieces?! What the hell?! "What the
hell..." she mumbled maliciously under her breath, feeling like it was the
forever titled ‘Day of the Letter’ all over again, except... her knees wouldn’t
be folding under the weight of pain alone. Oh no… She’d return the hurt, even
if she’d be regretting it seconds later.
"… it's bloody catching up to you and about to bite you in the arse.” It didn’t bite her in the arse.
He cursed her into biting her own arse.
She’d told everything! All that had been hidden for years had been revealed to
the one person she’d been hiding it from, the one person she’d desperately been
trying to protect from the harm she could only cause in the end. Living a few
brief moments of bliss wasn’t worth the agony afterwards.
"It's alright, not like I care about it
anymore" “That’s not true…” Darcie murmured, not wanting to believe
that Lian just ‘didn’t care’ anymore. They’d bonded over it in the beginning.
If there was no care there for the issue anymore, what was the friendship? If
the beginning was no longer taken into consideration, how was it to continue?
So many questions, too many neurons not working properly for such perplexity…
Taking the wine bottle, she lowered it to the floor beside her, out of her
hands where she just couldn’t hold it any longer.
Trying to play cool and suggest he only wanted his animal
friends backfired. She couldn’t convince herself otherwise and Lian knew
better, too. And of course, Lian speaking more did nothing to ease the angry
tension she couldn’t shrug off. “He'll tell you more of the paranoia I was
under.” “Paranoia?!” Darcie yelled in reiteration.
“I slapped it off.” “Slapped it off?” Now, there was an idea making the
muscles of her right hand twitch.
“Oh well you should know the mush" “Oh I do
know that mush!” Now, the younger was hollering, standing from the couch
hastily, staring down upon Lian. “Oh I know exactly how much he loves me and
how he’d effing die for me and you’ve never stopped
to think how much this heart of a ‘heart player’ actually hurts over the fact
that I can’t protect him from me! And maybe I’m scared and maybe I’m the one
that’s paranoid because of what he knows now and what I can’t stop myself from
feeling! There are issues here deeper than your little altercation in the
hallway with a dumbarse Slytherin!” With her rant out
of the way and the emotions running higher than ever, Darcie couldn’t stop
herself from pulling her hand back and making hard contact with the side of Lian’s face.
Though without delay, both her hands were to her mouth,
covering it, her eyes instantly soft with sincere regret. “I’m sorry…” she
whispered pitifully behind her hands.
Hearing Darcie's what the hell, Lian sighed. This was hard.
And she stopped caring. Lian Cortes was tired of picking up after everything
that went wrong. Goddamnit, couldn't anyone see it!?
SHE WAS NOT A PUPPET! Never was! Never would be! She had shown her mother that
and how she'd show Darcie. And then a swing back came
“Oh I know exactly how much he loves me and how he’d effing die for me and you’ve never stopped to think how
much this heart of a ‘heart player’ actually hurts over the fact that I can’t
protect him from me! And maybe I’m scared and maybe I’m the one that’s paranoid
because of what he knows now and what I can’t stop myself from feeling! There
are issues here deeper than your little altercation in the hallway with a dumbarse Slytherin!”
"Then goddamnit TELL HIM
SO!" Lian hollered back, getting that one confession she needed from
Darcie. The final piece was set into the puzzle. One Lian had solved ages ago
before any of them began to deny. But she had been slapped. "You
stupid skank!" Lian rosed up from her chair. Ignoring Darcie's words of
'sorry'
"No you're not, you've never been! You bloody
[bleep]" She said, balling her fists and slamming them into the coffee
table. She'd rather not slap Darcie. Instead, her wand was in her hand and it
could be told. It could be told and said. She dropped it. Instead a driving
hand was connecting Darcie. Goddamnit, now she wasn't
sorry. Nobody touches Lian Cortes. Nobody, not even her
mother.
"For that, I am no sorry" Lian said with a
serious face when an ickle came out the room. Sh.."Evan go
back to bed!" Lian shouted and the ickle
scampered, telling how Lian was feeling. No tears, no nothing. Just an utter look. Lockore would
be killing Lian for this, she'd die proudly. But! She's stick him with raising
Evan for that. Haha! Looking at the other woman she
said "You, just crossed the last endeavor"
A moment after she said "I am sick and bloody effing tired of this! Everytime
something happens I am dragged into the crap! This is your romantic life,
Darcie. Not mine! I cannot be involved in things were sooner or later I will be
forced to take sides!" She was right, Lian knew what she felt. And now,
she just wanted to break a lot of things. Goddamnit. She walked off and went into the kitchen, looking into the
sink and looking back out.
She had just [bleeped] very great. And hell, she had just
tossed a lot out a damn window.' Leaving them for me' Lian thought. It
was never about her, never had been, never would be.
But she had done so much for them and she was tired of forgetting her own
goals. She was damn sick about it all and Lian knew...she knew she was unhappy
now.
Walking back out, the same as before, Lian said
"Have a good damned day, Dracel. Have a good
lost life and hell, hopefully you'll be able to do something without having
someone pick after you. Or maybe, JUST maybe when he comes and you tell him I
slapped you and he rushes to kill me- Lian paused and said "Tell him to
take his sweet arsed time in killing me" Because
she sure was gonna take hers in getting even upon
death. The time bomb had exploded and now she had begun a path where things
would change.
She wants to hear she's beautiful
She's beautiful
Then goddamnit TELL
HIM SO!" “He ALREADY KNOWS!” There was no escaping
that fact. It couldn’t have been any plainer (from Darcie’s perspective) back
in the shack that night. Shack, night, sounds dirty doesn’t
it? And so was that foul language coming out of Lian’s
mouth in return to the nice bright pink handprint on the side of her Darcie-dissing face.
"No you're not, you've never been! You bloody
[bleep]" Her eyes widened in shock, wanting to water to relieve the
dryness (and perhaps the hurt too), but dare didn’t. Her hands remained poised
over her mouth, stunned beyond belief that she had lifted a hand under
malicious intent to her Musey. But, just when she
felt it safe to lower her hands, she was proven hella
wrong. SLAP!
"For that, I am no sorry" “I had a
pretty good feeling you weren’t!” Darcie spat, lifting a hand to her stinging
flesh, eyes narrowed angrily. By this point, she wasn’t sure who to blame for
starting it, Lian or herself. Every second or so, she would press down with her
fingertips, not even sparing a glance in Evan’s direction when he was commanded
to go back to bed. She seethed with each press, not sure what to say or do
except suffer the pain and think, just try to at least think.
"You just crossed the last endeavor" “To
tell you the truth, I’m surprised I made it this far…” she commented haughtily,
finally pulling her hand away from her cheek, holding her chin up and focused
her eyes on anything but Lian. She said nothing in return to Lian’s remark about taking sides, just ground her teeth out
of the frustration of wanting to win the verbal fight. But she had nothing.
Just stood still holding her ground as Lian walked to her kitchen, except for
bending down and grabbing the wine bottle, draining it more easily than it
should have been.
Bloody terrible habit she was getting into. Drowning away her worries which only returned worse than the night
before. Simple pathetic job. No Hogwarts. No
redemption from her name. No dueling. Ambition running thin.
Playtoys running low, so low she couldn’t count even
one at her immediate disposal. What was she anymore? Where was all that glory
she’d felt at Hogwarts? What was the purpose of her life?!
"Have a good damned day, Dracel.”
Her head snapped around as Lian reemerged, her mouth opening in surprise at how
it was going to end. “Fine!” she yelled in return, yet instead of storming from
the apartment, she remained to hear the rest, eyebrows furrowing together as
Lian made it seem like she wanted him to finish her off, just make life easier
by ending it. What a pitiful way to fix such misery.
"Tell him to take his sweet arsed
time in killing me" “No… no…” Darcie drawled thoughtfully. Finally
moving, she stepped over to Lian, pausing just inches from her Musey’s face, braving the hurt to look her friend in the
eyes. “That’d be the easy way out…” she remarked enigmatically.
Damn right Lian wasn't gonna stay
mad, no get even. Eyeing Darcie, they had both [bleeped] tvery
bad this time. Lian by talking and
Darcie by slapping. It was her own fault. “I
had a pretty good feeling you weren’t!”
"Damn right I am not going to be sorry- Lian spoke,
her tone deeming to say 'Duh!' "Because it should be told I tried being
nice at words, but hence that once again let it be noted- Damned poetic side of
herself "That I once again am horrible at
verbally being nice!" Each and everyword was
meant, was told. Held back perhaps for a long time, all the tongue bitting did no good. All the pent up
anger. All the moments she had tried to hold it all in with one big
breath. So it wouldn't look like she was being egocentric. Noticing how it
looked like Darcie was surprised. 'What the hell she thought? That I wasn't
going to retalliate? That girl is gone, Darcie. She
was replaced by the monster everyone had unleashed softly. The monster I myself
had tried to withold inside me'
“To tell you the truth, I’m surprised I made it this
far…”
"You only made it this far because I grew to love
you as the friend you are.- Lian revealed after attempting not to bloody loose
it again "And sometimes, love hurts"
---Pause
In their verbal lash upon Lian's
return, she looked Darcie back. The pump, the hype could be felt. Tension could
be cut with a knife and things would remain nearly as tense. But then, Darcie
said something that could make anyone [yet not Lian at this moment shiver] “That’d
be the easy way out…”
"Well, who said I'd go down without a fight?"
Lian remarked back with a hint of irony. She knew Lockore
would kill Lian for even touching...no considering the thought of hurting
Darcie. Still, Lian blew caution to the wind and did the 'considered right
thing'. "You know what is bloody funny- Lian spoke,
with such tone that coud mean somethings
were calming down.
"I never expected it to end like this. But guess
what: I am to be blamed for telling the given truth. Reality, m'dear is the antihero and I'd rather be that than a hero
whom looks into fantasy" The metaphore meant
that those who had to say the truth would say it to the face, not hide.
Meanwhile some hid behind a façade of reality, a lie, the fantasy. Lian
couldn't be like such people. Thus making it harder upon her
to speak the truth for fear of hurting. But she knew she had to.
"All I did was tell the truth, still be a main role
in this play called life and instead become the antihero. The one whom procclaims what is wrong and states it for someday it shall
fix itself." And perhaps someday was now. Lian played her cards and she
was ready for whatever was thrown in her way. "I know he'll find out,-She
pointed to Falcon which meant he would as Falcon witnessed all actions. The
bird shan't lie and all must be accepted. All is fair in love and war.
"But! On a change of subject: You've had enough drinking you know.
Sleep the night off here, I'll be at the store buying
some things I need for breakfast tomorrow morning." Lian's
voice returned to the soothing voice it was before, her head hung low as she
said "I won't let you get out of here after you nearly drank that whole
bottle. I am worried."
"Worried you're once again going on your path of
destruction and I've been down this road again trying to tell you. Darcie all I
am trying to do is help, but I feel you need to be left to find out on your
own. Now you make a choice- She smirked on this one "Either you slow down
on your drinking, hun. Or face not a slap from me,
but a full stay on a rehabilitation center I happen to know in
And by them she meant the people she hated the most.
"And I as said earlier, he won't be pleased if he finds our I've hurt you,
but he won't be pleased either you hurt yourself"
"You only made it this far because I grew
to love you as the friend you are.- Awwww… How touching. *sniffle*… Okay, not quite, but it was
absolutely touching nonetheless. Yea, she knew she pushed the limits, what little
barriers were left to be tested between the two of them, but it never seemed to
hit home that one day she might just completely tear down all they had built
together. And so she was left for a moment to mull over Lian’s
last line and her existential dilemma. But it did nothing to really soothe her
nerves, yelling again when she was told to have a good day, life, whatever. And
it did nothing to slow her sassy Slytherin tongue.
"Well, who said I'd go down without a
fight?" Darcie just stood there and blinked in response, trying to
analyze the point Lian was attempting to make. It was still easy if she was
killed in the end. Only the end mattered, not the methodology in between. Her
brow lifted in that typical ‘Dracel’ fashion.
“No…what is so bloody effing funny?” she inquired in
the same tone, almost mockingly, but not quite, which was going to bite her in
the arse because, well, apparently it was going to
end; just like that.
“What’s wrong with fantasy?” the younger murmured,
feeling almost dejected enough to cast her eyes downward and nibble on her
bottom lip until it was raw. But she wasn’t quite there, still staring forward
at her friend; ex-friend? “The one whom proclaims what is wrong and states
it for someday it shall fix itself." “Bravo…you found your role in
life…” Had she more energy for sarcasm and mild theatrics, she’d lifted her
hands and clapped them, but they felt extraordinarily heavy for being so small
and feminine.
"I know he'll find out,” “Not necessarily…”
she mentioned so small-like, she felt like a punished child. “What good would
it do…we’ve done enough bad haven’t we…?” *sigh* Where
was the wine collect… Dammit. “No I don’t
know….enough drinking you say? Ha!” She mustered enough strength to lift her arms
and cross them over her chest, momentarily forgetting how angry she’d been and
how angry Lian had been, and let her lips settle into a pout. It wouldn’t work
naturally. Her Musey was too stubborn and could
resist the Darcie charm…most times.
“I am worried." “Thanks…I guess…” the grad
muttered, finally looking downward in that pathetic ‘I-give-up-on-being-angry’
way. ”Now you make a choice-“ Uh oh… Dun,
dun, dun! As soon as the word ‘rehabilitation’ registered in her brain, her
mind was made up. Anything likened to Mungos was hell
and hell, she was trying to live in a fantasy world
void of facing the repercussions of her life choices. “I’ll slow down…” she
mumbled, not pleased about it. At least she wasn’t made to promise…
“but he won't be pleased either you hurt
yourself" “Who says he needs to know?” After all, the entire reasoning
behind him not knowing how she felt and all that nonsense that made sense to
her from her fifth year onward was because he needed protecting from the awful
truth that Lian so nicely put moments earlier. Stepping forward toward
Lian, Darcie pulled her arms apart and wrapped them about her Musey before she could be pushed off like some drunkard.
“I’m sorry…I really am…” she mumbled, snuggling her face into her friend’s
neck.
It seemed somehow, wounds would patch fast. Like normal, damn. It never failed, Lian had her charm on as
well..Charm..on...whoa
there Cortes! “What’s wrong with fantasy?”
"Fantasy leave very little for the mind to open
about." Lian stated rawly, she was still a
friend, but her role could only do so much. And as a friend, Lian knew she had
to mhmm...to mhmm...think
things before talking perhaps would help. “Bravo…you found your role in
life…” Now there she was mistaken, Lian smirked and said "You're mistaken, my role in life is guidance." Pointing to the door that led to the ickle's
room. "And I stink at it"
Perhaps not, but again, she was Lian. She didn't know
where she was headed to in life again. I don't wanna
hear, I don't wanna know... Perhaps Lockore wouldn't find out by Darcie's tongue but if not by Lian's own. Alas she couldn't hide from him. "We've done a ruckus if you can tell- Lian clicked her tongue
and snickered softly. “No I don’t know….enough drinking you
say? Ha!”
Okay, maybe not for the night..."We're having a
drinking contest eh?" Lian snickered..Okay,
so Darcie will slow down. Lian smiled at this and said "Look at me, Narcihums- Lian said with a
affectionate look in her eyes "I don't want to resort to drastic methods,
so do stick to your word of slowing down and we'll be able to drink our arses off tonight, mmkay?" Lockore's not stupid, Darcie...
"He's not stupid, he'll notice eventually" Lian
whispered and then she felt a hug and the words sorry. THIS time, Lian heard them
and patted Darcie's back and took her for a big hug. "And I'm sorry for
being the meanie head, but sometimes I hafta do it, whether we like it or not" Lifting
Darcie's head off her shoulder, Lian planted a small friendly kiss on her cheek
and smiled "Shall we have a drinkaton for the
night?"
Lian was evil. Plain evil.
END