* SHE'S A BITCH !!

lucy karoonda. do not mistake my kindness for weakness. i will choke you with the same hand i fed you with.

[karoondas]

sturgiepod:

“Fine. If you don’t want to talk we don’t have to talk” he said continuing to block the her from leaving. “but you’re not leaving. There isn’t any reason for you to go somewhere else and give up your home. If you don’t want to see me we can work something out, but I’m not about to let you be without a home. I can go back to living in my parents’ old place if I need to.”

“No. No.” She replied immediately, firmly with a quick shake of her head. “I got this place for us -- but mostly for you, because you deserved it. You’re not leaving. Not because of this. And it’s not because I don’t want to see you -- I do, I miss you every day -- it’s just ... it’s embarrassing for more reasons than you know. I don’t even want to remember it happened. Anything.”

[karoondas]

sturgiepod:

“why would you hate yourself over this? you didn’t do anything wrong.” it didn’t make sense to him. none of what had happened had been out of malice on any of their parts. Not his or hers or Tristan’s. 

“This is why I didn’t want to be here.” She moves to grab her bag and hoist it over her shoulder despite how unlikely she knew he’d be to actually move so she could leave. “I don’t want to talk about it with you or -- or with anyone.”

[karoondas]

sturgiepod:

“You can bare-” he swallowed a little, shaking his head “of all the things you shouldn’t be able to look at me for, this is the one you choose?” there was something that hurt more about that than if it had been about him when he was with Amycus or because he’d been in Azkaban. “Look, Lucy, I haven’t seen Tristan since and - and if you don’t want me to see him again I won’t. I care about him, but I care about you more. You’re the only family I have.”

“Sturgis, no.” She finally looks at him properly, this time without averting her eyes the moment she looks at him. She wants to reach for him because the heartbroken look on her face makes her chest ache and she knows that she was the cause of it -- something she never wanted to be. “I don’t mean that I can’t look at you because of what you did. It’s -- it’s because of me. I don’t hate you. I don’t even hate him. I hate myself.”

[karoondas]

sturgiepod:

“I don’t want - of course I want you here, Luce. I - things are different right now, but that doesn’t mean I want you to go away.”

“Things aren’t just different. They’re fucked. I can barely look at you and -- and I don’t even want to think about that day. How are we supposed to live around each other?”

[karoondas]

sturgiepod:

“Getting a few things for what?” he asked, though it was pretty obvious. It wasn’t that he didn’t know, it was more that he wanted her to say it. “You know you don’t have to leave, Luce” he let out a sigh. 

“  ... I shouldn’t be here.” She doesn’t want to admit she’s leaving because staying with him had been her idea in the first place. It seemed like a dream, all the way up until everything turned to shit. “Not after what happened with ... you know. Not after that. You don’t want me here and I can’t be here.”

[karoondas]

sturgiepod:

“Lucy?” It was strange saying her name like a question, there was no way it wasn’t Lucy. She was the only other one with a key to the place after all. Still, he hasn’t actually seen her since the incident with Tristan. “Lucy what are you doing?” he asked hating that she felt she had to sneak around. 

She froze as soon as she heard his voice, standing still for a moment with her back to him. She knew she couldn’t hide forever, that he was right behind her and there was no way out of the room with him blocking the door frame. She slowly turned to face him, embarrassment flooding through her as soon as she laid her eyes on him, so much that she had to avert her eyes. “ ... I’m just ... just getting a few things. That’s all.”

[karoondas]

The last game had been a stunning victory over Ireland and it was one that was a cause for celebration, considering that the game had only been narrowly won by Lucy capturing the snitch. In a fashion totally unlike herself, though, she’d exited the pitch and not stayed for celebrations and had completely ignored any requests for post game interviews. It had the opposite effect she wanted, of course, and when she stepped out of a shop she’d entered for coffee, she was immediately swarmed with people, more than she’d ever seen follow her before. She’s able to push through a few of them at first, but then accusations are being thrown in her face, places she’d been seen and people she’d been with that she didn’t remember, things that never could’ve happened. She’s overwhelmed in the middle of the crowd, only able to look around for a way out, her pulse racing.

[karoondas]

She ducks into the house, stuffing her key back into her pocket before she quickly moves towards her room, making sure to be quiet. She’d carefully checked that Sturgis had work -- of course, she could’ve been wrong but she swore she’d gotten it right -- because she couldn’t take another confrontation, another example of a relationship she’d ruined. She was going to be quick -- all she needed was some clothes for the hotel.

[karoondas]

jeremyzeller:

“Oh” he said, walking a step behind her “I already ate - I ate umm - “he blinked, trying to remember. “yesterday.Tuesday” he added on, not realizing that yesterday wasn’t Tuesday anymore. Yesterday was Friday

“No. Yesterday was Friday. It’s been that long since you’ve eaten?” She stares at him for a moment before continuing to tug him along. “Come on. We’re gonna go get you cleaned up and get you something to eat. I don’t get how you haven’t collapsed.”

[karoondas]

jeremyzeller:

“where are we going?”

“My house. I mean, it’s a house I share with my brother but that’s not important. What’s important is that we get you cleaned up and fed. You look like you’re about to fall apart.”

[karoondas]

rosiebungs:

From the way Lucy says she’s fine, Rosie knows she isn’t, but she also knows that the other isn’t the kind to talk about what’s wrong either. Not unless it’s her own decision. “I’m okay. I’ve had a lot of rehearsal lately. I feel like I don’t do anything but eat and rehearse, with some sleep here and there. How’s quidditch?”

“That means things are going well, right? The more booked up you are, the more successful you are. Or that’s what they say, anyway.” She leans back in her seat, shrugging her shoulders. “Fine. Same as always. Pretty much a routine. We’ve got a game soon so I’ll be gone for a little bit.”

[karoondas]

damien-carmichael:

Damien’s mind was rather hazy by the time Lucy pulled away. When she hopped off the counter and moved around him, he stepped back, turning slowly to blink over at Zamira. At first he didn’t register her hurt expression or posture. He smiled and approached her, staggering a bit.

“Hey … sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He reached for her, then stopped, as he suddenly noticed how she was standing, how stiff she was. He frowned faintly, blinking, as he looked between Lucy and Zamira and realized how it must’ve looked.

“No, no, no,” he said quickly, shaking his head as he waved his hands back and forth. “No, this isn’t what it looks like, okay? I was just comforting her.”

Zamira could tell when he was drunk and she looked by him, ignoring him for the moment as her gaze took in the bottle of vodka on the counter -- she made a mental note to get rid of it -- and then turned back to look at them again, knowing that the two glasses being out and the bottle having a considerable dent in it meant that neither of them were up for a conversation. This also meant that Lucy couldn’t just be sent home.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” She tells Damien, dumping out any liquid remaining in the glasses and depositing them in the sink before taking the bottle and turning to Lucy. “We’ll set you up in the living room again.”

“I’ll just go home, Zamira.” Lucy argued firmly -- or as firmly as one could argue as they were slurring their speech and leaning against a counter for support.

“I’ll take you home in the morning.” Zamira replied, grabbing Lucy by the arm to gently lead her towards the living room -- and Lucy couldn’t exactly put up much of a fight so she allowed herself to be lead, settling on the couch once Zamira lead her there. Zamira turned away to grab some pillows and a blanket from the closet before returning to Lucy, setting her up with the pillows and blanket. For all of her arguing, she laid down almost immediately, mumbling about feeling like shit. Zamira tugged the blanket over her then dumped the bottle down the sink in the bathroom out of Damien’s sight before she returned to the kitchen.

“Come on,” She says with a sigh -- she still feels uncomfortable with what she saw, still wishes she could somehow erase it from her memory but she knows that talking about it with him now won’t solve anything. “Let’s get you to bed.”

[karoondas]

rosiebungs:

“I was just coming to see if you were okay.” she said,having gotten a sense that something wasn’t quite right with the other young woman. 

“I’m fine.” She says quickly -- perhaps too quickly for it to be at all convincing but she doesn’t see any sense in tacking anything on to further prove her well-being. “What about you? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

[karoondas]

jeremyzeller:

“I’m fine” he mumbled, his physical state betraying him as his legs looked like they were about ready to give out on him, a result of not having eaten in the past few days

“You’re clearly not fine.” She snapped, grabbing him by the arm rougher than she intended. “You look like you’re about to fall over. Come on.”

[karoondas]

damien-carmichael:

Damien could feel Lucy clinging to him with a desperation that made him want to protect her even more. He wrapped his arm more fully around her waist, holding her close to him, as he parted his lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss with a longing to ease her pain, to comfort her, to make everything better, if he could. Even if that meant just distracting her for a little while.

He ran his fingers through her hair gently, tenderly, as his other hand curled into her shirt as well, clinging almost as desperately, as he let all thoughts fade and lost himself in her scent and her taste.

Zamira had woken up initially when she’d heard bits of people talking; it sounded far away and she couldn’t quite make anything specific out and so she drifted in and out of sleep for a bit, deciding that she’d dreamt it. It was only when she reached out towards Damien’s side of the bed did she find it empty and she realized something was up. She frowned, sliding off of the bed and grabbing a robe from a nearby chair and tying it around herself; she couldn’t hear talking anymore but she didn’t want to wander out in just her shirt. 

It was when she made it to the kitchen that she spotted Damien and Lucy -- or rather, Damien and someone she didn’t recognize until Lucy realized there was someone else in the room with them and detached herself from Damien, peering over his shoulder and making eye contact with Zamira.

“Zamira --” Lucy started and then stopped, realizing the position she was in wasn’t innocent by any means. She slid around Damien to gain some distance, cheeks burning. She didn’t know what to say so she stood there, wishing she could disappear, knowing she’d really fucked up this time.

Zamira crossed her arms over her body -- a defense mechanism because her chest heaved and squeezed with hurt and she took a step back towards the door frame, eyes switching between Damien and Lucy.  “What -- what are you two doing?” It’s a stupid question and she knows it the moment it leaves her lips and her voice sounds small, very unlike her -- she tries to make her voice come out firmer, more like her, more like the rock she knew she was but all she could make out was, “Why?”

[karoondas]

damien-carmichael:

Damien’s brain didn’t even register that Zamira was still in the apartment. He was focused now on Lucy and the desire to make her feel better. He couldn’t help but think about Timothy, and how Lucy was his girl. He not only had to make Lucy feel better for her sake, but also for Timmy’s sake. He had to take care of Timmy’s girl.

He found himself deepening the kiss, lifting her up onto the counter in order to reach her better. He buried one hand into her hair, while the other pressed against the small of her back to hold her close to him, as he nestled himself between her legs.

The guilt melted away soon enough and then she forgot about Zamira, forgot that she was likely somewhere in the apartment, forgot about how she’d irresponsibly not convinced Damien not to drink, forgot that she’d walked in on a guy she had feelings for with her brother figure and subsequently realized she had feelings that had run deeper than she thought before all but ruining yet another friendship -- all of it melted away partly due to the alcohol in her system and partly due to the fact that she was finally being accepted, that it felt so good to not be rejected for once.

Part of her also wondered if Timothy would hate her for this -- if he’d hate her if he could see her now, kissing his brother -- his Dai, the one person that stood between them -- if he’d hate her for sleeping around, and if he’d loathe her for wanting the person he told her she’d wanted all along. She tried to push it aside and forget him, just like she’d been trying to for so long, and she finds that ability in almost clinging to Damien. She feels like a kid and like an adult at the same time as she kisses him back, fingers clenching his shirt until her knuckles turn white.

[karoondas]

damien-carmichael:

Damien was surprised by the kiss, not having expected it. He remembered the last time he’d comforted Lucy in the alleyway. How she’d kissed him then, and he’d told her it was okay because it was just for comfort and not anything else. He guessed she needed that again, now. So he gently kissed her back, setting his free hand on her waist, pulling her closer.

When he responded positively she felt immediate relief -- she wasn’t being pushed away like with Dempster and though she knew it was a bad idea in the back of her mind, that the likelihood Zamira was in the apartment somewhere was high, her drunk brain didn’t care and she moved closer, arms winding around him.