Bad Luck Shadows

Mallory DeSoto || The Circus never sleeps, and neither do I. {{RP Blog}}

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Unless you’re trying to get drunk too,

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Nova had changed out of the outfit she had worn when she told Kylia and into jeans and a white, V-neck long sleeve shirt, planning on burning or getting rid of everything in that previous outfit. She was angry, but it wasn’t aimed at Kylia. It was aimed at herself. She couldn’t believe how stupid she was to think that she could have a chance with Kylia, with the most beautiful and amazing and sweetest girl at the cirque. What an absolutely idiot she was. Downing her drink quickly, she held the mug out for the bartender to refill. He gave her a look before she rolled her eyes. “Please?”

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After downing half her drink, Mal looked up at the girl across from her.  Definitely from the Cirque, but not someone she was familiar with.  “Will I at least know the name of the person I’m not talking to?”  

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Soulless Smiles || Mallory & Aja

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Aja tilted her head to the side. “Too late to be fine? No, that’s silly. So what if you cry and you’re hurt for a bit? You need to wallow a little.” It was strange for her to be giving this girl advice because she’d never dealt with anything like this before. But she had read a lot of romance novels, she knew the science of how to deal with something like that. Aja couldn’t stand to see the girl so upset and had no idea what exactly went down, or how bad the situation really was. She wanted to ask, but now was not the time.

As the girl spoke again, Aja could feel her heart hurting and she didn’t even know the situation.”That’s not true. Even if they don’t say it, they do, maybe just a little bit.” Shaking her head, she set her hands in her lap. “I don’t know anything about breakups. I’ve never been broken up with.” She shrugged her shoulders. “All I know about love is from fairy tales and romance novels. I try to be practical about it, because I don’t want to see people cry, especially pretty people.” Turning to face her, she rested her head on the girl’s again, running her hands through her hair. “It may not seem like it now, but it’ll all be fine, promise.”

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Aja’s innocence was a little endearing, despite Mallory’s bitterness.  Fairytales and romance novels?  This wasn’t a fairytale, and Mallory hoped to whatever universal deity there may be that she wasn’t in a grocery store pulp romance novel.  And yet, there was a certain purity to citing those books as actual sources, a basic idea of what love was.  

She dried her eyes.  Would Roman regret letting her go?  She wasn’t sure if she hoped so or not.  She didn’t want to be cast aside like nothing, but she also knew that if he showed any regret at all, she’d run back to him.  She always would, and she knew that.  It made her feel like some pathetic masochist, but Mallory knew well enough to be honest with herself at least.  Some fairytale.  

Mallory was saying a lot of new words recently, so she said another couple to Aja that rarely were said genuinely.  “Thank you.”  

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Unless you’re trying to get drunk too,

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“Ditto,” the girl muttered into her glass of beer as she scooted over so that the woman could sit.

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She sighed into her drink and tried not to look too miserable.  Mallory didn’t think she had it in her to end up crying, which was good.  Crying in front of people she knew was horrible.  Crying in front of strangers would be worse.  She hoped her reddened eyes didn’t give it away.  

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Unless you’re trying to get drunk too,

fuck off and leave me alone. I do NOT feel like talking. -at a bar in Belfast, sitting by herself in the shadows in the back of the bar-

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“Yeah, well shut up and move over then.  I’ve had a hell of a day that I don’t want to talk about.”  Mallory ordered a pint of beer, but kept quiet as requested.  

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Seriously?! || Roman & Mallory

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“I’m not going anywhere. You wouldn’t hurt me.” Roman said standing his ground. This whole situation was turning into a mess, he was turning into a person he hated. Someone who had to find a way to place the blame on everyone. When in honesty it was his fault, if he’d seen the signs earlier, then none of this would had happened. “Mallory. I’m sorry. Okay, I don’t know how this would have gone if we’d each said something earlier. But, we can’t go back and change it now.”

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“Oh really?”  Just fucking watch me.    

Shadows shoved him back harder, scratching at the walls and at his clothes, flinging open the door with a bang.  She had one shadow hand reach over and flick off the light, leaving even more at her disposal to manipulate.  She didn’t feel bad about letting a rogue shadow smack him in the face.  

“I don’t want to go back,” she said.  “Not now that I see what’s really going on.”  With that, she pushed him out, forcing him down the stairs and into the cool night air.  

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Seriously?! || Roman & Mallory

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“Mallory. The only reason I’m acting like this is because my girlfriend just told me my best friend was rude to and threatened her. And how on earth could you know that I would react like this. There was a point that I did like you, that I would go out with you. But, that time has passed. It’s not coming back. You’ve turned into to much of a friend, family even, for me to even think of you that way anymore.” The wolf said starting to get aggitated. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose a good friend. You said nothing because you were afraid of a reaction, that you didn’t even know was for sure.”

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Coward.  

He didn’t say the word, but Mallory heard it loud and clear.  He was making this into her fault.  After everything, he was still finding a way to make her out to be the bad guy.  Everything.  When she respected his space because he was drunk and never seemed to want her sober?  Her fault now.  When he was irritated that she flirted with him so he brushed her off?  Her fault.  When his girlfriend threatened her?  All her fault.  

When she said nothing because she already knew his response to three of the most powerful words she could have said?  The fault of a coward.  

“Yeah, well I think you lost her anyway.”  She was still shaking with anger, shadows moving around her face, darkening her eyes into something out of a horror movie.  The darkest of shadows wiped away her tears and made her skin paler and colder-looking.  What remained swirled around him as smoke, pushing at him, tugging him lightly back towards the door.  “And I’d recommend getting out of my caravan before you lose something else.  Go ahead.  Go back to your sweet damsel-in-distress girlfriend and tell her I threatened you, too.  Every fairytale needs a good, old-fashioned villain, after all.”  

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“I have one, but I am not one.”

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“That makes, oh, one werewolf in the Cirque who isn’t.”  

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Seriously?! || Roman & Mallory

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Roman felt his heart sink into his stomach. So that was it. That was why she’d acted how she did, that was why she was so emotional now. The wolf didn’t know what to say to that, letting her go he took a few steps back. His thoughts running through his mind at a mile a minute. “Mallory…” He muttered. “W-why…why are yo-…h-how come y-you….You never said…anything. I thought that’s all we were….just friends. Good friends.”

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“Yeah, I was sitting outside your caravan late at night because I just really like planting my ass on cold gravel while my friend walks around shirtless inside.”  He was thrown off.  For some reason, that gave her strength.  “You want to know how long I’ve been with the cirque?  Thirty-three years.  I’ve been dropping hints for thirty-three years and you haven’t noticed anything?”  She tossed her hair over her shoulder and wiped away some of her tears, sitting up straighter and glaring at him.  “I said nothing for thirty-three years because I knew.  I knew you’d react like this.”

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“Like what you see?”

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“Nah, I think I’m done with dicks for a long while.”  

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“The one above my junk.”

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“I could see why you’d be awake for that one.”  

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Seriously?! || Roman & Mallory

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Roman’s brow furrowed and took everything in him not to grab a flash light and shine in the shadows to get them to buzz off. “No. Not good enough.” He said grabbing her shoulders, the wolfs heart just about sunk when he saw what he could have sworn was a tear. Shaking his head, brown eyes searched Mallory’s. “Mal…come on, talk to me. What’s going on? What’s so bad that you can’t tell me?”

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She couldn’t look at him.  If she did, she’d cry harder.  There was only so much she could do to keep him from seeing her face, and there weren’t enough shadows in her caravan to make her disappear like she really wanted to do.  Alternatively she could gather shadows and throw him out with them, but she was shaking too hard to focus on that anyway.  

“All these years.  Dropping hints, being a friend to you, watching you, and you chose someone you only just met.”  

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“Ummm… I don’t remember. I was kind of drunk.”

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“Were you awake for any of your tats?”  

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Seriously?! || Roman & Mallory

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“Jesus Mal…I’m not thinking the worst of you. I coudln’t do that.” He said truthfully. Honestly, Mallory had been one of the better friends he’d had around the Cirque. “I’m worried about you, I’ve never seen you do anything like this. I’ll talk to Liliana, alright, she shouldn’t have threatned you, you’re right. She…she’s sensitive…alright, she dosen’t really have any other friends outside of me I don’t think.” The wolf added with a light shrug, if anything he’d hoped that Mallory and Liliana would be friends. Not enemies. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s got your shadows in a twist?”

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She doesn’t have friends?  Neither do I!  You’re the only person here I trust!  She sniffled despite her best efforts to hold back her emotions.  

“Look, it doesn’t matter, okay?  I’m sorry.”  That’s what he wanted to hear, right?  An apology.  He’d been so surprised the last time when she’d apologized.  A lone tear slid down her cheek, and she did the only thing she could do: she masked it with a shadow, the shadows on her face darkening and only barely hiding her pain.  

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“Then be my guest. You can come look up close.”

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“Those are great.  How many hours did your sleeve take?”  

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Seriously?! || Roman & Mallory

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“Because she felt threatened by whatever shadows you tossed at her.” He added. Stepping back the wolf ran his fingers through his short locks. “Look, I…I don’t know what’s happened with you. You’ve changed…Mallory, and I’m not sure if its a good thing or not.” Mallory had been acting so odd in the past few weeks, And Roman didn’t know if it had been his fault or what. “Will you please just talk to me Mallory, I’m confused here.”

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“She threatened me.  Then I moved the shadows slightly as insurance in case I needed to fight.  Then I left the makeup area.  Not sure how that counts as throwing shadows, but I’m glad you’d rather think the worst of me because someone with a vendetta told you to.”  That thought stung horribly.  He’d rather take the word of his brand new girlfriend than an old friend.  

Her emotions were beginning to run on fragile.  She didn’t answer his question about, well, whatever he was asking.  She didn’t want to give him the answer he was looking for.  It was too embarrassing, too painful to say.  

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William Congreve- The Mouring Bride

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Seriously?! || Roman & Mallory

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“Well, however you said it to her, she took it the other way.” Roman said crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes quickly shifted the shadows around the room, shaking his head his eyes moved back to hers. “Seriously Mal? Shadows? And Liliana is not a psycho, I don’t know why you would even call her that.” Roman muttered taking a step forward. “I really don’t understand what has gotten into you. Yes, I’ll say that the sentiment was sweet and that I’m glad you care so much to talk to her. But, hurting her and scaring her wasn’t the best way to do it.”

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“Oh I scared her?  She tried to stab me,” Mallory said with an eye roll.  “I’ll have every right to call her a psycho when my life is in danger.”  She stilled the shadows as best she could, though immediately around her they were still moving a little, sort of a low, boiling movement with her suppressed anger.  Her handle on her emotions was starting to slip.  Mal hadn’t been scared of Lily, not after the number of times already she’d looked death in the face, but she’d been deathly afraid of losing Roman, as she still was.