Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 19, 2016 19:46:35 GMT -5
After things seemed to calm down as much as they could and everyone seemed to agree that there should be no more fighting, everyone started to go their separate ways. She tried to help Charles but he told her to fuck off. Amarie was trying to help a very pissed off Arden and she was certain that helping Charles was not putting her in his good graces at all. Ever since Arden found her all he did was fight, curse and be more aggressive then she had ever seen him before. This world made him that way. She wasn't even sure if she could live under those standards and she hoped it wouldn't make her question coming home.
She sat on the ground in front of the fire for a moment, feeling exasperated from it all. She brought a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes as she heard the others voices turn to murmurs around her. Even the shot that rang out went unnoticed. Again, she whispered to herself. "Just you and me...god dammit."
Simon ruined everything. He marred the picture they were painting together and tainted the ink. Slowly she stood up, looking defeated as she turned away from the group heading back to the house. She saw Owen standing there silent, thankfully. Any further words from anyone else would have made the situation just blow up and if that had happened, she knew she would have run. All she wanted to hear right now was that everything was going to be okay.
She just looked at Owen with glazed eyes that were welling up but she refused to let herself break down again. Her eyes said it all if he caught her gaze, holding steady with him as she said nothing. She was feeling weak and she needed his support even if the reunion had only just been made...even if she said nothing in this very moment. She was scared and silent. The motions were made without thought as she went inside, up the stairs and into the room.
She stood at the doorway for a long minute before finally pushing herself in and curling up on the bed. Her eyes closed but she was wide awake.
She sat on the ground in front of the fire for a moment, feeling exasperated from it all. She brought a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes as she heard the others voices turn to murmurs around her. Even the shot that rang out went unnoticed. Again, she whispered to herself. "Just you and me...god dammit."
Simon ruined everything. He marred the picture they were painting together and tainted the ink. Slowly she stood up, looking defeated as she turned away from the group heading back to the house. She saw Owen standing there silent, thankfully. Any further words from anyone else would have made the situation just blow up and if that had happened, she knew she would have run. All she wanted to hear right now was that everything was going to be okay.
She just looked at Owen with glazed eyes that were welling up but she refused to let herself break down again. Her eyes said it all if he caught her gaze, holding steady with him as she said nothing. She was feeling weak and she needed his support even if the reunion had only just been made...even if she said nothing in this very moment. She was scared and silent. The motions were made without thought as she went inside, up the stairs and into the room.
She stood at the doorway for a long minute before finally pushing herself in and curling up on the bed. Her eyes closed but she was wide awake.