A magician without magic and a queen without her crown. A past I can barely remember - but one that I'll never live down. [Magicians|RP|MC|21+] #Corrupted
@RegalInsouciant I... don't even know how to respond to that without slapping you. [My eyes narrowed instinctively; Eliot was usually quick to rid himself of my company so this was new. He probably needed help with something... that was usually the case.]
@HighKingFiasco [My smile only faltered slightly but I hid it behind another bite of my sandwich.] Well, Q sees something in you. I figured I didn't have to be a bitch /all/ the time.
@SulkySorcerer << tears wiped away; that never happened - no one saw anything. I spoke very calmly and matter-of-factly.] Well, we have to go back out. You can't cook frozen bacon.
@SulkySorcerer So? [I couldn't suppress the laughter that issued forth; it was broken and loud and positively maniacal in nature... and I couldn't stop it. I laughed until tears streamed down my face and Quentin was slowly backing towards the exit.
And instantly my composure was back, the >>
@SulkySorcerer << thoroughly destructive search turned up empty did I bother to throw open the freezer in desperation.] It's. Fucking. /Frozen/?! [I growled, slamming the iced brick of bacon onto the countertop.]
@SulkySorcerer Well, you were wrong! Not that that's anything new for you.
[The door slammed against the wall behind the force used to fling it open, brisk steps leading us straight to the kitchen and the contents of the fridge were carelessly shoved aside in my search.
Only when a >>
@SulkySorcerer Is that supposed to be funny?
[I muttered under my breath the entire way back about inconsiderate behavior and laziness being pitiful excuses... how I would never do something like this to /him/...]
@SulkySorcerer Quentin... [My tone was calm but there was an icy edge to it as I grabbed his hand, my fingers locking with his in a painful grip.] If there was bacon at. the. cottage. [Words were enunciated through gritted teeth, the rage in my eyes blazing.] /Why/ did we fucking LEAVE?!
@SulkySorcerer [His comments led to a very hostile confrontation with an abrasive waitress... and we found ourselves standing on the sidewalk in the dead of night, permanently banned from Q's secret little diner.
There had to be a grocery store around here somewhere.] That was /your/ fault.
@SulkySorcerer Very funny, Quentin. [Except it was anything but.
There wasn't a shortage of bacon... was there? Had there been some weird swine related catastrophe while I'd been caged up in the Library?] Seriously though. How long has it been?
@SulkySorcerer << fingernails drummed impatiently against the wood.] What's taking so long? [Panic rose in my voice as my attention shifted to the window of the kitchen.] You don't think they're out, do you?!
@SulkySorcerer [I wasn't patient enough for the waitress, instead waiting at the counter to place a substantial order.
It was only a minute or two later that we found ourselves seated at a booth in the corner, his gaze weighing heavily on me. My leg bounced beneath the table and my >>
@SnarkyVagrant << expectations... where he smelled more enticing than I cared to admit... with his arms around me... Jesus Christ, Alice. Get a fucking grip. Go.]
~ @SnarkyVagrant ~
[I hadn't been able to let it go; I remembered the horrified looks on their small, innocent faces... how I watched their lives slip away right before my very eyes - they were reliving their deaths, experiencing it anew and on repeat. For as long as little >>
@SnarkyVagrant << smarter to lean into him for stability. He seemed much less intoxicated than I was.] We sh-should... we should probably go back... [I didn't really want to. It was nicer here... away from everyone else's problems... in a town where no one knew us, no one had any >>