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I just wanna say that I’m not abandoning this blog or fallen out of love with Hedwig and the Angry Inch but school has absorbed all my time. I feel awful for neglecting my muse and since so much time has passed I’ve almost been afraid to return (for dumb reasons). But I’ve been so stressed lately with school and now Hurricane Matthew in my area, I need an escape. So - here I am! I really hope this gap doesn’t happen again and I can balance my time because I have missed this so much.
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It doesnt matter which one, just reblog if you love him
All of them
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“You don’t want to feel alone so you cheat on your partner, huh??” she yelled back, her voice cracking slightly as she hurled the words back at her husband.
“What do you want from me, Yitzhak? You agreed to the arrangement when we got married, you knew the terms of this relationship.” She crossed her arms over her chest, looking anywhere but at him.
“What do you expect me to do?” Her voice was softer now, the bitterness dissolving back into heartbreak, both old and new…. “It’s not like I’d ever have a chance with him now anyway so what difference does it make if I chase after him?”
“It means...” It meant the world of a difference to Yitzhak. Yes, he knew this relationship didn’t begin out of love but, in addition to owning his passport, Hedwig has ownership of his heart. She’d probably laugh at him if he ever said that out loud. He can’t handle her obsession with that brat; to see her so completely consumed with someone else is wearing him down. Being a replacement is torture. Yitzhak sighs through his nose and tries to meet her eyes.
“Do you love me?”
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“What did you want?” she asked. Her short fingernails were digging into her palm as they stood there and her mind began to wander to thoughts like if the band knew, did Phyllis? And if Phyllis knew and didn’t tell her, how was she supposed to trust her? ( How was she supposed to trust Yitzhak? )
“I don’t - I didn’t want to feel ALONE!” He blurts out. He wasn’t moving wallpaper. He was a human being with real fucking emotions; he just wanted to be selfish for once, wanted to feel needed for once.
“You're always gone, off fucking someone else or chasing after that, that boy like I don’t exist! All I want is you, do you even- “ He stops abruptly. The question doesn’t need to be asked, he already knows the answer. He breaks away from her glare, preferring to stare at the dirty carpet instead.
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Skszp was just as confused as the other man seemed to be with the message he had received from Hedwig.
His concern, however, about the possible implications of how she’s could be spending her time was, clearly, leagues below, in comparison.
Skszp usually preferred not to draw conclusions without solid evidence for them, but it seemed to him this other man held Hedwig in high regard—possibly much higher than the level she saw fit to return.
“Apparently, I am now with the band,” Skszp explained, offering the other man that first, rather than his name, where exactly he came from, or even which part of the band he would be.
This one must be WITH the band. Poor soul. That woman didn’t seem like the type to settle down.
Or not offer sexual favors for new colleagues.
“And you?”
The band? Yitzhak begins to assess the male with suspicious eyes; no name on this guy? Did Hedwig just pick him off the street? Can he even play an instrument? Maybe he was a singer. Or both. The thought alone managed to spark some jealousy within the Croatian.
(It’s insane how quickly he’s grown attached to her, a few weeks alone and he’s already spoiled.)
Yitzhak finally stood up to greet this man, the motel bed screeching at the sudden movement. Hedwig had to have known what she was doing, in all his years he’s never met anyone as smart as her. He cleared his throat, awkwardly transitioning away from his earlier hostility with an outstretched hand.
“My name is Yitzhak, Hedwig is my wife,” he declared, stretching his mouth into what he thought was a polite smile.
*resurrects*
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“You didn’t want to what? You didn’t want to fuck someone else?” Hedwig’s words are almost spat, the previous semi-composure from before dissipating somewhere between the ‘didn’t want’ and the ‘sorry.’ As if she hadn’t heard that before. As if it wasn’t what men always told her. Sorry, baby, I just. It’s just not working out. Right.
Yitzhak flinched at her words, guilt squeezing his heart painfully. Fifteen minutes in a dirty bathroom was not worth this. He could feel the wedge between them grow by the second.
“I didn’t want to hurt you...” Nothing sounded right. He's doing this wrong.
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“Really. So that’s all it takes for you, huh? One bad fight and it means nothing to you that I took you in?” She asked, cool voice belying the hurt on her face. And if her timeline was right, that would mean her band knew and did nothing. Said nothing to her.
He breaks eye contact then, radiating shame. That fight was the tipping point for him. After all the cruel rejection he just wanted to feel wanted; even if it was just sexually.
“I didn’t want “ He pauses, trying to find any words to convey how he feels. “I’m sorry,” He settles with. The I love you is left behind.
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“When,” she said, her foot already tapping impatiently at the start of what she could only assume to be a long fight in the making. Her nostrils flared as she stared back at him with a look that could have killed a lesser man.
“Yesterday after “ the fight. A particularly nasty one that ended with Yitzhak going out with the boys to a bar. He couldn’t chalk it all up to the drinks -- although they held their share of the blame -- he was just angry and depressed and lonely. (The added ‘encouagement’ from the band didn’t help either.)
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“I... was with someone else.” Yitzhak forced himself to meet her glare, knowing she deserved that at least. He wanted to explain, to beg her for forgiveness, beg her to let him stay but, he held his tongue. This is it, he thought, struggling to keep his composer, It’s over. He became just another passing chapter in her life, he did what he promised he’d never do: he hurt her.
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“What’s your fucking problem, Yitzhak?” Hedwig demands. Her eyes could have bored a hole through his head. Her finger clicked the volume down two notches, furthering insisting on his attention.
“ ‘s nothing,” Yitzhak said, taking a moment to find the right words, “I was just...” He didn’t know what to say to make this go away. He’d intended to the avoid this confrontation. Crap. He turns his body to face her, unwilling to meet her eyes; he's unsure if he should tell the truth or lie through his teeth and deem this subject just one of the many things he didn't know about the german rocker. (Although he’s positive she’d see right through him.)
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Hedwig watches out of the corner of her eye as Yitzhak replaces the wig, her eyes meeting his as he peered over at her.
“What?” she asks, hard ‘t’ punctuating her irritation at him. She tried to remember what exactly could have put him in this particular mood outside of her correction of his wig treatment. If she was remembering correctly, he was in a mood even before that.
Message received. He drops eye contact first, raising his hands in surrender. Not the best time. He should just leave it alone. Either that or listen to her bitch, as usual. Yitzhak chose to focus on the television and turned slightly away from her.
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“No, I think that will be all for tonight,” she replied. The wig was fixed, but she wasn’t really in the mood to submit another one to Yitzhak’s uneven brushing skills.
He carefully arranged the wig on its foam head, brows furrowed. Hedwig has so many wigs, the only way he could ever escape the crushing nostalgia was when he was out with the band. Alone. (Hedwig always has a wig on. Hard to escape with that around.)
He curiously peers over at his wife. Maybe it kept her safe... He didn’t really know. He’s only seen her stripped of it a few times and those were usually by accident. He thinks twice before opening his mouth and asking her. It’s a touchy subject and the last thing he wanted was to put her in a mood again.
@volimxte sent ‘ ♡ ‘ for an aesthetic post for our muses’ relationship
↪ Hedwig + Yitzhak
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“I think that one’s good,” Hedwig said, noting Yitzhak’s reverie, but choosing not to comment on it. She knew he missed being Krystal. Not that she was going to let him explore the world of drag again, but she was aware of it. She nudged him gently with her foot.
Yitzhak pulled himself away from those thoughts at the sound of his wife’s voice. He ran his fingers through the acrylic hair, nodding gently. He needed to return to reality.
“Anything else?”
