He gets up and goes for his drink. He fixes it himself at the bar, and downs it pretty quickly. He’s mad. And he’s mad that he’s mad. Why does he care that she’s upset? No, it’s not even that, why won’t she tell him WHY she’s upset? So he can fix it. He figures that talking about the past was what brought it up, surely. He’d made peace with all the shit he’s done. Hadn’t she?
He sets his glass down, running his hands over his face, groaning in the back of his throat. He makes a snap decision then, that he’s not going to bed. Not yet, anyway. He’s too angry and agitated.
So he goes out into the world, unseen and unheard. It’s too late to stalk about a bar, but by good fortune he finds a pair of people likely coming home from a night on the town. He follows them, going into swarm to sneak into their apartment by way of doors and cracked open windows. He makes quick work of both of them, dispatching them without struggle. Two snapped necks later, he’s sitting on the floor between them, looking back and forth from their bodies. A man and woman. And just like that he’s thinking about Aki again. Dammit. DAMMIT.
He does what he does best, and he leaves, two desiccated corpses left where they lay. He feels tired, the way someone would after a large meal. He returns to the hideout. It’s been about two hours so he figures she’s asleep again. He almost doesn’t go back in.
But some little grain of guilt for running off like he did forces him back into the room that more often then not, they shared. He sheds most of his clothes and carefully gets back into bed, hoping not to wake her. He doesn’t want to talk, or explain his behavior. Just like she didn’t to do for herself.
If it was something that could be fixed, if it was something she had done, she wouldn’t be so silent on it. But it wasn’t that simple, and she didn’t know how, if at all, it could be helped- she was almost always alone when this feeling came to the surface. Touch made her skin crawl right now, only remembering what had been done to her. It’s been so long, why did she still get hung up on it like this?
Aki only lays there, staring off into the darkness of the room and listening. It was maybe half an hour after he had left that she lifts her head to look towards the door, wondering when- if- he was coming back. Did she piss him off that much? It’s not like she could hear anyone talking to each other.
“Not the only one who needs a drink..” She mutters at the hour mark, rising from bed and finding her robe- thin, old, and the only other piece of clothing she cared for besides her suit, but enough to make her way out to the bar. Dragging feet only pause when she comes to see the bar holding no one but a lone empty glass. There’s a burning feeling in her gut that she doesn’t like, it’s heavy and twisting’ there’s a name for it but she refuses to acknowledge it right now. She curses under her breath and gets herself a drink, downing it and a second one before simply marching herself back to bed.
She doesn’t take her robe off, simply untying the worn belt and crawling back under the covers. One more layer to separate skin from skin. The villainess wants to go to sleep, to just forget this interaction happened or that it bugged her as much as it did, but she felt.. small. All alone like this..
Aki moves till she’s more in the middle, facing his side of the bed. Dull pink eyes didn’t close for a while, only for maybe ten minutes before Husk found his way back to the room. She’s not asleep yet- but she doesn’t move, nor look. Facing this right now wasn’t what she wanted to do, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about his behavior after being gone for a couple of hours.
The bed shifts, and she recognizes his familiar form getting under the covers. She considers her options, not wanting to make this any worse than it was. There was.. relief in knowing that he had came back- but still that burning feeling that he had been gone for that long in the first place.
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