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Roman smiles stiffly, but he’s on edge, tense- her words resonate some place deep within him. Of course he was lonely- He doesn’t have friends.
“But you’re feeling better?” He asks, stealing a glance at her swelling belly. It’s barely noticeable- barely there.
“ Yep. --I mean, I still feel like I weigh a ton, and I’ll probably still have morning sickness for another month or so. But I feel fine today. “
“ Did I miss anything exciting yesterday? “
“Letha.” Grantaire’s mouth sounds out the unfamiliar name, and he gives her a smile in return. “Is it going to suck? I’m fully prepared for my experience here to be absolute shit, but…” He lifts a shoulder. New school in a new town… he was not optimistic at all.
He scratches the side of his neck. Well. This makes the grand total of people he’s met in Hemlock Grove two. Besides his sister, of course. He’s not optimistic. Maybe he should go back to New York, he thinks. He’s done what he’s come here to do, found his sister… is it time for him to leave?
Letha laughs softly.
“ I mean, it’s high school, so... Yeah. It’s going to suck. “
She offers a playful smile before continuing:
“ --but I wouldn’t assume your whole experience is going to be shit. Hemlock Grove can be kinda boring... but hey, we have an ice cream parlor. And there are decent parties on the weekends. “
She gives a little shrug. Having lived in Hemlock Grove all her life, she is pretty much used to how the town works.
“ So did you come to meet your sister? “
“–Well… a LIE would be that it tastes good and it’s f u n. An ALMOST TRUTH would be that I like not having to think. And the TRUTH is that I want to forget life because it’s not good for anything. You live, you suffer, and you die. As for what happens after that, I’d prefer not to ponder about it.”
Grantaire watches her for a reaction, focusing his eyes a bit so that the blur in his vision isn’t quite so awful.
Letha finds her frown deepening the more this tragic boy speaks. The reason a lot of people drink is his LIE. His almost truth is... normal enough. The blonde had been to plenty of parties with upset friends who said they were going to drink until they stopped thinking about their problems.
It is his TRUTH -- what Letha assumes to be the a c t u a l reason he drinks -- that is concerning. It is entirely pessimistic -- dark and possibly suicidal? How can he say that life is not good for anything? It lies in the responsibility of a person to find meaning for their life -- otherwise, yes, life doesn’t seem good for much.
She squints at him, actually taking the time to phrase her response in a way that would ideally not cause him to shut down and stop talking to her.
“ --Why do you feel that way? Do you not have any good, happy moments that make life worth living? “
Yeah, ‘werewolf’ is pretty racist. I prefer ’sexy man-beast’.
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[text] They know.
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[text] I accidentally sent it to the wrong person, help?!
[text] We need to talk
[text] I don’t want to talk about it
[text] The bed is definitely broken beyond repair…
[text] Delete my number
[text] Either way I’m going to make you scream my name by the end of the night
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[text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone
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[text] You free tomorrow?
[text] You left your shirt and I’ve been wearing it all day, so now it’s mine
[text] I don’t think you understand just how big his dick is!!!
[text] Thanks to you, the new neighbours now know my name xxx
[text] If I said that I was wearing nothing but an apron and was armed with strawberries and whipped cream, how quickly would you come into the kitchen?
[text] What’s the dress code?
[text] Black, red w/ lace or sheer white????
[text] I know you said not to clean your room, but it was filthy- also for future reference, hide that in your sock draw and not under your pillow next him.
[text] YOU SAID THE BITES WEREN’T EVEN THAT VISIBLE?!?! MY BOSS HAS JUST GIVEN ME A SCARF TO COVER UP MY NECK FOR BEING “INAPPROPRIATE”
[text] I hear a celebration is in order?!
“You made me. I’m yours.”
“I… yeah, look, it’s complicated–” He shifts on his feat, his eyes restless as they shift from her face to her chest ( because he can’t help himself, and he tells himself, it’s only for a moment ) back to her face, to her hands, to the kid leaning against a wall behind them. She speaks again and Grantaire’s smile– or at least, half-smile– disappears.
“Yeah,” he says, and the corners of his lips turn down. Just thinking about school makes him shudder. Destiny had insisted once she realized that he was going to be staying a while, and had made his attendance one of the conditions for him to stay at her place. “Why, you go there?”
Oh, she definitely catches him eying her chest. A common act done by most boys, but that doesn’t make it any more right. She shifts uncomfortably and fidgets with the neckline of her shirt before wrapping her arms around her relatively flat stomach.
Fortunately for him, he gives her an answer she finds more rewarding than chewing him out for ogling her. He IS the new boy -- well, at least one of the new boys. Letha still isn’t convinced he’s exactly who she’s thinking about.
( She also finds it funny that just the mention of school destroys the boy’s -- GRANTAIRE, he had said his name was? -- demeanor. )
She chooses not to press about his relationship with his sister -- not NOW, at least -- and instead offers a small smile... one that would seem less forced if he hadn’t examined her like a piece of meat a second ago.
“ Yes, “ she replies, “ --I’m Letha. “
Letha Godfrey, but she actively chooses not to drop her last name. People familiar with the area -- probably not this boy with his accent and French name, but she could never be too sure just how far Godfrey Industries had spread -- knew the Godfrey name, and it occasionally gave a... questionable first impression.
Roman is not slow to show his disdain for even a mention of a man who might have taken away his dear cousin’s purity– When she smiles, however, it has become apparent that she is just as pure as ever; no one could take it from her.
“You were away yesterday,” he tsk’s, feigning a chastising tone all his mother’s. “Cutting class, are we?” He’s not able to keep the facade; his eyes don’t match his words, and they say, ‘I missed you’.
His reaction is just as she expected, and it earns him a playful shove. No, he didn’t have to worry about Tyler anymore -- or anyone, for that matter. Letha had more important things to worry about than boys -- -- like her unborn child.
She gives a dismissive shrug in response to his half-hearted scolding but smiles at his masked concern.
“ I was sick. Morning sickness. It s u c k s . “
“ I’m sorry I didn’t text you or anything. I’m sure you weren’t too lonely without me. “
Grantaire takes another drink– whether to be a smart ass or to settle his nerves, no one will ever be too sure– and he places the bottle on the end table.
“–Well, it depends on what kind of an answer you’re looking for. There’s a lie, an almost truth, and truth.
Now, I wouldn’t suggest the truth, because that can get pretty ugly, and you’re far too pretty for that.”
Either it’s because he’s drunk or despite the fact that he’s drunk that he can tell she’s gorgeous. Who knows?
“ --I want to know what you would say for ALL THREE. “
She gives him a hard look -- a concentrated, concerned look -- and chooses to ignore his comment. FLATTERY was much less interesting than the TRUTH in most situations, and this situation was not atypical.
+ lisawithalisp
Roman sidles up behind her, grinning broadly as he clamps his hands down over her eyes, leaning against her head to tease, “Guess who?”
She grins, recognizing just about the O N L Y person who would come up and tease her in such a way.
“ Hmm, I don’t know-- --TYLER? “
Of course, she knows it’s Roman, and she knows Roman’s opinion of her ex-boyfriend is less than positive. She grabs his hands and peeks over her shoulder to smile at him.
lisawithalisp, from this post
“Grantaire,” he answers. “I’m not from around here.” ( as if the weird accent and the french surname didn’t give that away already, grantaire, smooth ) “I, um. Maybe you know my sister? Destiny?” It’s not as if the name’s a common one, there’s probably only one Destiny in Hemlock Grove. “We just met a few days ago.” He scratches the back of his neck.
“ --You just met your sister a few days ago? “
( How strange. )
Well, maybe it wasn’t too strange. She doesn’t vividly remember meeting Roman until high school, and now her cousin is her best friend.
Destiny --?
No, it doesn’t sound familiar. She squints, peering at the boy’s face. She hasn’t dreamt of him -- -- OR HAS SHE?
“ Are you the new boy--? “ she asks suddenly, --the one that everyone thinks murdered that girl?
She clarifies, “--at Hemlock Grove High School? “
"...You look like someone I know."
“… I do?” He can’t help but be intrigued, curious, even.
“ You do, “ she confirms.
“ --What’s your name? “
[ x ] // livedwithirony
She gives him a disapproving look -- one she learned from her father, mother, and maternal instincts.
“ Drinking that much. --I mean, I think there are a lot of things you shouldn’t be doing that you are, but... --Why do you drink so much? “
