Darling, you're delusional.

Vidia Riddell Eighteen Flute I hope you're not operating under the misconception that we're somehow 'pals.'

[vidia-riddell]

What do you want?

[slightly-thelostboy-blog]

*scoffs, leaning against the doorway* Am I really going to bother you that much by sitting up here?

[vidia-riddell]

*turns away and ignores him* Yes. Now go away.

[vidia-riddell]

What do you want?

[slightly-thelostboy-blog]

Yeah, but first of all, up here is the prettiest place on campus, and second of all, this is the only place that I can avoid people all together. Well, usually.

[vidia-riddell]

Fine. To answer your second original statement, I want you to turn around and find somewhere else to 'avoid people.'

[vidia-riddell]

What do you want?

[slightly-thelostboy-blog]

Just some fresh air, my roommates are being idiots and- *notices how upset she looks and pauses* Um, I can leave though, if you want.

[vidia-riddell]

You can get fresh air anywhere outside, and I don't care about your roommates. 

[thatsinginglostboytootles-deact]

I will, because this is a serious problem as you know. Is this better?

[vidia-riddell]

Marginally. Now stay out of the way

[vidia-riddell]

What do you want?

[samuel-embleton]

Well suppose so. *pushes his hands down in his pockets a bit awkwardly*

[vidia-riddell]

You're really not good at this conversation thing, are you?

[vidia-riddell]

Visit Original Link

there's a ghost in the mirror i'm afraid more than ever my feet have led me straight into my grave

[vidia-riddell]

Glass Heart || Self-Para

Sometimes she got angry for no reason at all. Someone did something carelessly or spoke to her in the wrong way and she'd feel the anger bubbling inside. But it was quiet and blunt, and she could turn it over in her mind like a child examining a shiny new toy until it lay in pieces on the floor.

Sometimes she got angry because people were actually stupid. Sure, she wasn't asking them all to win Nobel Prizes, but a little bit of common sense wouldn't harm anyone. You'd think that flautists at a school like Disney's Academy could perform a C scale correctly, but no, apparently that was much too hard. Useless idiots. 

But sometimes (not often, and not that she'd tell anyone when it did happen) she got angry because she didn't know what else to feel. Some part of her brain would quietly quote some sort of psychological profile on dependence at her, but she ignored it until it became a habit. Vidia would get angry because she was jealous of someone being better than her. She would get angry when she started to miss her sister (she'd given up trying to contact her after their fourth argument across the phone). She would get angry when she felt like she was starting to really care about someone (and the pain of losing them only made her worse).

And she would get angry when something reminded her of what she'd lost- the wood of a door that looked the same as what the balustrade had been made out of, or the scent of lavender that reminded her of her mother's perfume. Sometimes, when she was sure no-one was around, she'd indulge herself in a tear or two, but then she got angry at herself for being weak. She wasn't some silly little girl, Vidia told herself; she was the best. She needed to be the best. 

She was angry now. It might have been the bottle of vodka sitting beside her that was fueling it, but it wasn't like she was about to stop drinking. He'd left a morning or two ago, they'd said when she'd stopped by Dash's room in an attempt to find out where he was. It smelled of disinfectant and fresh linen, sharp as a lemon. Sharp like the tiny fragments of glass that were embedded in her hand. She'd dropped the glass after the second refill, and had carelessly leant her hand on the broken shards. It wasn't like anyone came up on the roof anyway.

Vidia stared at her skin as she absent-mindedly picked some of the smaller shards out. "The whole is only as strong as the sum of its parts." Someone had said that once. It seemed... right. And the part of her that knew that anger at someone who'd left her was pointless and that logically she shouldn't be getting so emotional; that part was small and quiet, and she ignored it. It wasn't strong. Anger was strong.

[thatsinginglostboytootles-deact]

You’re welcome. Happy to please.

[vidia-riddell]

Uh huh. Would you mind getting your raccoon hair out of the middle of the corridor while you lament over your lack of mac and cheese, kid? 

[samuel-embleton]

Suppose you can say both. I’ve been here for a few weeks and people aren’t my strongest suit.

[vidia-riddell]

*shrugs* That's short enough to call new. 

[prettymysticfalls]

[thatsinginglostboytootles-deact]

I really want mac and cheese and I don’t know where that came from.

[vidia-riddell]

Thank you for that absolutely pointless public observation.

[samuel-embleton]

Sure, whatever you say. Then lets go to the kitchen.

Samuel. just Samuel. Don’t shorten, it isn’t as cute as people thinks.

[vidia-riddell]

Yeah, I get it. So, just Samuel, you new or just antisocial?

[samuel-embleton]

Well aren’t you a darling. *pauses* How about tea? Or coffee whatever is fine.

[vidia-riddell]

Darling isn't the word people usually use, but I wouldn't object to a cup of coffee. 

Have you got a name or do I just keep calling you pipsqueak?

[samuel-embleton]

Ok well how do I show you that I’m sorry?

[vidia-riddell]

That's not my problem. 

[samuel-embleton]

Oh well I was actually pretty sorry for being an ass, but sure don’t accept it if you don’t want to peach.

[vidia-riddell]

Uh huh. You'd be surprised how many times I've heard that. I'll believe it when I see it, darling. 

[samuel-embleton]

I never said that peach. Sorry if I offended.

[vidia-riddell]

Except you're not, but last time I checked- oh wait, yes, I still don't care.