no i do have to apologize ive been doing dumb shit after dumb shit and then piling it on you when he showed up i thought i could handle it but then i just got angry it was so fucking stupid and now here we are again i'm sorry, i know its unfair i promise i'll call you
[And some handful of minutes later he does arrive - sliding in through the adjoining bath, peering past its door; he's in a dark t-shirt and black jeans, lace up boots and what was probably her jean jacket. He surveys the room with a low two-tone whistle, wrinkling his nose at the metallic scent of blood that lingers.]
[ The windows are open, an attempt to air out both the smell of blood and of burnt flesh from August cauterizing his wounds, where she sits with her legs folded up, hugging herself so her nails won't get chewed out of existence. This one's been bracing for every worst case scenario playing over and over in her head, ranging from Theo having some harsh words to plainly needing to not see or talk to her for a while. Far from something she could ever blame him for, as much as it'd break her heart, because this level of drama is fucking insane. She's a walking red flag, isn't she? She totally is. ]
—Teddie.
[ The whole time Cellar's been waiting, she's done everything she can think of to not look like she's been crying, but the signs end up being there all the same: the slightly nasal voice, the eyelashes that won't dry up, the hints of pink where she was flushed. Her hair is still damp from a bath, clothes with blood splatter crumpled up and stashed in a bag for laundry. Or to get burned. Who knows.
Selfishly, she gets up and closes the distance, arms thrown around him for a hug. She wants him close. She wants to hide her face, too. ]
[It's a lot to take in. It reminds him of other lives, where he felt a similar sense of distance in a situation such as coming back to a hotel room, an office (a cottage) and seeing the remains of one of Willem's latest choices, ducking his head and picking up the mess because that was more in line for what he was useful for. He'd evolved from servant to bedwarmer to lover over the ages, but he could never find equal footing to Willem. But this is different. She comes to embrace him, she's already apologized and he's got his arms around her without even thinking about it.
He presses his lips to her forehead.]
I'm sorry if I was snarky. I've still got a sore spot for feeling useless, overlooked or late to a party.
[ Muffled into his shirt, voice wavering. She's angry at herself for making Theo feel that way. She's angry at herself for many reasons, the one at the very top berating her for making everything about Cellar Spider yet a-fucking-gain.
Leaning away — her hands stay on him, she can't let go — Cellar looks at his eyes before lowering her gaze again. This isn't shame, but it's a close relative. ]
[It's him. It's looking at someone day in and day out and wondering why they can't seem to remember him, and how helpless he feels in holding on to memories of them that only now exist in his head. Of seeing that person fall in line with friends, a circle of people he doesn't know and is slowly testing the waters with. A coven, something he's - always dreamed of - right there. But what can he offer it? He can barely manage his magic, he's a shallow brat with glamors taking his priority. And all he does is make Cellar apologize for his own inadequacy.]
It's - nevermind. Are you okay? Honest answers only.
[ She doesn't quite understand at the moment, and the instinct is to pry, like making him talk about it will make things better. It won't, though, will it? It's just overloading the conversation even more. ]
Yeah, I'm fine. [ Unthinkingly, she brings a hand to the shoulder the hellhound popped out of place, ripped and burned, vestiges and evidence of the attack totally gone. That's one aspect of it. ] I, ah. Fuck, [ A deep breath, ] I don't wanna cry again, Teddie. Can we sit down?
[He'll sit with her, provided they find something to perch on that isn't as bloody as the rest of the room. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, and quietly just - observes her. Tries to struggle against his own stupid feelings, to instead think about hers.]
... So. Do you want to talk about how it went or... just sit? I can clean up later. We can sleep in the other room for a change.
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i can make arrangements to stay awaaay
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it's just that there's blood and it smells really bad and idk if the staff are gonna take care of that
or when
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not my blood
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it's just
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august was here
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why did i use a question mark
idk
anyway
he asked me to do it as like payback or whatever
it was so dumb
do you want me to move out yet
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did it even the score???
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[ theo pls ]
yeah
it did
he's got a p fucking nasty wound now
i told him he had to keep it for 3 days
thats how long i had mine
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but i know you can handle yourself just
i dont know
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i'm sorry
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just promise if you ever do need me
you'll call me?
i'll come, no matter what
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ive been doing dumb shit after dumb shit and then piling it on you
when he showed up i thought i could handle it but then i just got angry
it was so fucking stupid
and now here we are again
i'm sorry, i know its unfair
i promise i'll call you
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talk to you in five
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[ She's so fucked. ]
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Hey.
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—Teddie.
[ The whole time Cellar's been waiting, she's done everything she can think of to not look like she's been crying, but the signs end up being there all the same: the slightly nasal voice, the eyelashes that won't dry up, the hints of pink where she was flushed. Her hair is still damp from a bath, clothes with blood splatter crumpled up and stashed in a bag for laundry. Or to get burned. Who knows.
Selfishly, she gets up and closes the distance, arms thrown around him for a hug. She wants him close. She wants to hide her face, too. ]
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He presses his lips to her forehead.]
I'm sorry if I was snarky. I've still got a sore spot for feeling useless, overlooked or late to a party.
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[ Muffled into his shirt, voice wavering. She's angry at herself for making Theo feel that way. She's angry at herself for many reasons, the one at the very top berating her for making everything about Cellar Spider yet a-fucking-gain.
Leaning away — her hands stay on him, she can't let go — Cellar looks at his eyes before lowering her gaze again. This isn't shame, but it's a close relative. ]
I'm so sorry. I should've thought of you.
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[It's him. It's looking at someone day in and day out and wondering why they can't seem to remember him, and how helpless he feels in holding on to memories of them that only now exist in his head. Of seeing that person fall in line with friends, a circle of people he doesn't know and is slowly testing the waters with. A coven, something he's - always dreamed of - right there. But what can he offer it? He can barely manage his magic, he's a shallow brat with glamors taking his priority. And all he does is make Cellar apologize for his own inadequacy.]
It's - nevermind. Are you okay? Honest answers only.
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Yeah, I'm fine. [ Unthinkingly, she brings a hand to the shoulder the hellhound popped out of place, ripped and burned, vestiges and evidence of the attack totally gone. That's one aspect of it. ] I, ah. Fuck, [ A deep breath, ] I don't wanna cry again, Teddie. Can we sit down?
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[He'll sit with her, provided they find something to perch on that isn't as bloody as the rest of the room. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, and quietly just - observes her. Tries to struggle against his own stupid feelings, to instead think about hers.]
... So. Do you want to talk about how it went or... just sit? I can clean up later. We can sleep in the other room for a change.
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