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Sept 29, 2020 20:18:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2020 20:18:09 GMT -7
Maria wasn't one to talk. About anything she didn't want to. Such as the fact that they'd broken something between them. It wasn't all the time. But.... apparently one very emotional night together had made the pair a little too comfortable with each other. Being comfortable around the other wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was more the fact that they kept ending up in positions that Maria didn't want to acknowledge. Cuddling wasn't a "just benefits" thing. And that's all they were. Just benefits. Hell, she couldn't even really say friends with benefits because conversation was usually pretty short. Despite sleeping together for months they knew surprisingly very little about each other.
This morning was one of those awkward mornings. Rhys's voice was what roused her, softly saying her name. She mumbled, not exactly feeling "in the mood" to wake up yet. But then she realized just how close his voice was. Shit.
Maria went from dead asleep to wide awake in a fraction of a moment. Immediately pulling away, and rolling back to her side of the bed. In the same moment she grabbed the covers, pulling them up, as if cold. "Cold night, wasn't it?" Yup, she was going to play that game. Pretend she'd only been cuddled up because she'd been cold. But, let's be real. Maria was never cold. Feign ignorance, or get angry. That was her usual defense.
She closed her eyes, her back to him as she tried, desperately, to go back to sleep. But alas, it seemed fate had it in for her today. Because the doorbell rang. Maria's eyes opened. "The fuck?" Who the HELL was coming by at this hour? Whatever hour it was. Maria groaned loudly, covering her head at that point. "Ignore it," she mumbled, just in case Rhys tried to get up to answer the door. A moment later, the door bell rang again. Then a loud knocking. This time Maria flung the covers off, and huffed angrily. She threw on the first thing she could find, and practically stomped out of the room. Whoever was at the door was about to face a very angry Maria.
It was like the calm before a storm. An almost silence before Maria was yelling at whoever was at the door. A moment later the door slammed shut. You could still hear Maria angrily huffing and puffing. There was a sound of an envelope ripping open, and papers shuffling.
Then... silence.
An eerie and uncomfortable silence. Not that silence was uncomfortable. But that Maria had just gone from practically murderous to dead silent in a fraction of a second. Maria's emotions changed fast but they didn't change that fast.
"What the hell is this...?" Maria's voice almost quivered. Maria sounded... unnerved. What ever had been delivered, it cleared bothered Maria. And it must take a lot to bother Maria in this way. Maria leaned agaisnt the kitchen counter, a very official document in hand.
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Sept 29, 2020 21:10:46 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 29, 2020 21:10:46 GMT -7
September 15th, 2025 @maria
Rhys giving Maria his life story in those few sentences had been the most in depth conversation since they'd met. The morning after argument they'd had considering Rhys' brother was nothing something he thought of or tried to but it really was the first and last conversation they had. Even at the nightclub that had been more physical action and a game versus words. It took Maria a second to wake up and Rhys watched as she went from sleeping like the dead to all of a sudden being on the exact other side of the bed. He didn't say anything, again it was an unspoken agreement to just not talk about it. If you didn't talk about it, it didn't happen, it wasn't real. Just like they didn't talk about one another, they didn't arrange anything. The majority of the time Rhys just showed up and they understood.
He was still tired, not because he hadn't slept but more his moodiness had made him more physically angry that he was accustomed to and at this rate he was wearing himself out let alone Maria who looked like she just wanted to go back to sleep. Rhys laid his arm over his eyes to block out the light, that is until the doorbell rang. He moved his arm and she told him to leave it alone, so he did. But, then the doorbell rang again. Rhys could only pity the poor soul on the other side of that door, the look in her eyes was deadly. Still, he most likely was not going to get back to sleep, so he shifted and stood up, grabbing his pants to put on so he could find the coffee at least.
Rhys heard the door open and then nothing, followed by a short verbal assault and a slammed door. Rhys was buckling his belt when he heard silence again but there was something in the air that alerted him. Suddenly, he heard Maria speak in a tone of voice that he'd never heard from her before. It was unsettling and he paused for a moment. Did he leave? Did he pretend he was back sleeping? Still, he still had the memory of when she grudgingly just talked to him. Wondering what he was stepping into he slowly walked into the living room and then the kitchen where she stood holding some papers. "Everything okay?"
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Sept 29, 2020 21:44:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2020 21:44:47 GMT -7
Maria knuckles were almost white from gripping the pages. Her blood was boiling, roaring in her eyes. Yet she was silent as she read. Disbelief. Shock. And then a sinking of her stomach. Her grandparents. The monsters that had partially raised her. How dare they pull a stunt like this? How they thought she'd go along with this absurdity. But, Maria had never considered her grandparents sane to begin with. This was a new low for them though. They'd lost control of her when she graduated school, so they must be desperate. Oh so desperate...
Maria didn't hear Rhys leave the bedroom. She was still trying to wrap her head around the insanity of this. Then, her anger reignited. Like a gust of wind that had made it flicker to begin it, it had rekindled. She released the pages with one hand, fire exploding in her palm and she held the pages over. She'd burn this abomination. Be done with this nonsense. Only...The pages smoked but didn't burn.
"Of course they fucking did..." she hissed, not speaking the full thought. Fireproof. They'd spelled the pages to be fireproof. Well, if she couldn't burn them... She could at least through them right? And that's what she did. Throwing the papers as hard as she could at the wall. It wasn't a very satisfying thing to throw, but ah well. The papers scattered... and then in the middle of the stack... was a howler.
Maria visibly paled at that. You couldn't stop howlers once the seal was broken, and the throw and done exactly that. The magical letter freed itself, shifting, and rising into the air. It was then that she noticed Rhys. Her eyes met his own right when the howler started to speak. "Dearest Maria. Your grandfather and I have been so worried." It was a woman's voice. "We hope you'll consider the offer in our letter peacefully. Come home, where it's safe. If not, we will file that paperwork for your mental incompetence and pursue guardianship." Maria threw a fireball at the howler then, trying, desperately to shut it up. But it just kept talking, the flames brushed off like it was nothing. "That devil woman led our precious Shea to his death. You might be a half breed, but you're all that's left of him."It shred itself, message delivered. The pieced drifted down onto the other pages. Legal papers to file for adult guardianship.
Maria didn't move, didn't even dare breath. Her grandparents. Those horrible, vile, people. They wouldn't dare.... Would they? Well, from the paperwork in the envelope they were serious... They were prepared to have her declared mentally incompetence to get her back under their claws. And the worst part? Maria knew that they'd have a strong case. Given her history... It would be easy to spin her as insane.
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HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
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Sept 29, 2020 22:17:39 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 29, 2020 22:17:39 GMT -7
September 15th, 2025 @maria
If you would have asked Rhys if he would have ever encountered the scene that had just occurred in front of him yesterday he would said you were mad. But alas, it had unfolded in front of him and he stood there reticent trying his best to wrap his mind around the fireproof paper, the howler and the panic he saw in her eyes. Rhys knew that with their arrangement, their relationship that he was perhaps the last person she would have wanted here or to know about this side of her. Her past, her history the parts that made her a mystery to him and a mystery he had accepted not knowing. This was awkward to say the least but he looked at Maria again, she had paled sometime when the howler had began and he cared enough to not want her to pass out at least.
"I um...what was-I-do you want to talk about it?" Rhys wasn't really sure what to do, he'd talked his friends and siblings through things but this was certainly still unique. It was easy to make assumptions based on the Howler's words, but if she wanted tell him he was here. They maybe only be sleeping together and might not even be friends, but a message that kind of tone and feel even left him feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. It seems she had a family after all outside of Elias but it was clear that only animosity existed between them. Maria seemed still frozen in place, and Rhys took a step forward. There was that deep part of him that was slightly concerned, he supposed it was from having a small soft spot due to his own suffering.
"Maria, are you okay?" It was almost hypocritical of him to intrude on this moment very well knowing if he was in her shoes he would have pushed anyone away that had tried to get close and drowned his sorrows with a few bottles of bourbon, numbing himself until he couldn't feel anymore. It wasn't his job to be a shoulder to cry on, but he felt he couldn't let this go--not this time. Rhys remembered how awful he had felt that other night and she'd....helped. This woman who had demanded dominance and had played with him until he was submissive and had broken down any walls of restraints had helped him.
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Sept 29, 2020 22:35:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2020 22:35:42 GMT -7
Maria wanted to climb under a rock. She didn't want people to know. About them. About her messed up and psychotic past. Didn't want people to know just broken she really was. That she was always just a hair away from shattering into a thousand pieces. Maria wrapped her arms around herself. Trying to come across as defensive, but only really feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. It was almost like she was trying to comfort herself at what had just happened. What he'd overheard. "No," she answered quickly to his fumble of a question. Why would she want to talk about it? A few moments later, and a second question. This one, asking of she was okay.
Maria pursed her lips together, finally daring to look at Rhys again. God, why did he have to be here right now? When all those cracks were showing..? "No." It was the same answer before, but the way she'd said it was different. No, she wasn't okay. Never was, really. She cleared her throat, looking away and trying, desperately, to get those walls back up. To try and brush this whole situation off. "Sorry. Uh. Family huh? Crazy people." She was trying to redirect the subject, a bit. It was a poor plan, but the only one she could think of. But, it was how Maria dealt with most things, as Rhys was coming to know well. If it was uncomfortable, she didn't face it head on. "Coffee?" She turned away from him, towards the coffee maker on the counter as she unwrapped her arms from herself. Though.. one of her hands was still sparking from the previous fireballs...
Maria just stared down at the sparks her hand was giving off. "I, uh... don't know if Elias told any of you about our grandparents. Real charming people. Sorry you had to see that." She honestly didn't know if Elias would have ever mentioned their grandparents. He hadn't really known them. His mother had kept him distant, for very good reasons. He'd gotten lucky. His mother had protected him from their insanity.
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Sept 29, 2020 23:37:10 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 29, 2020 23:37:10 GMT -7
September 15th, 2025 @maria
She was at least honest with him and she looked at him when she answered 'No' and he could see it in her eyes. Rhys and Maria were not friends, they actually probably didn't even like each other but they both needed the physical relationship. Still, Rhys knew what it was to be rejected, to be forsaken, to be judged unfairly, he knew pain. When she looked at him he saw her pain and only because he couldn't look in the mirror without seeing his own. That moment only lasted mere seconds before she attempted to recover, looking for the coffee in the process. Trying to forget this whole ordeal had just happened just like the implicit denial of every caress they had ever shared. Rhys could let that go, but this was different. He let out a deep sigh, again this wasn't what this was supposed to be--they were just sleeping together, that's it.
But, it wasn't it. He cross his arms as she turned away from him, trying to hide from him in plain sight. It was now clear to him that she had walls that towered over his own defenses, perhaps it was why she had acknowledged his pain that night instead of pushing him away. Rhys had never considered himself particularly empathetic, usually too involved in his own mind to worry about someone else but in the event he ran across someone with trauma and damaged he understood. Elias had not made a mention of his cousin to him before and hadn't gone into detail about his family, he might have with his sisters but Rhys had been around a lot less than they had. Though he was surprised to hear her speak his name, considering everything that had already transpired between them. "No, he hadn't."
Rhys approached her slowly, noting her hand and wondering if she was about to lash out in some way. Her distress made him uncomfortable but only in the sense of he felt the need to address. On the outside Rhys Greyback was a composed individual, capable of great self-control and discipline when he had a goal in mind but those traits where walls and a protection against whatever could hurt him and it appeared he was not alone. Her pain was evident, the events that had so quickly unfolded left her appearing unsettled. Rhys knew that feeling well, it was hard to hide though possible but maybe from someone who had never quite felt it themselves.
He thought for a second, when he had felt this way he'd asked for a distraction--anything to get him out of his head. She hadn't asked anything of him, and he wasn't sure if she would. For all he knew he probably could have dismissed himself and then tomorrow everything be back to normal. Rhys approached slowly, but normally enough that he wouldn't startle her and while he stood to her left he placed his hand softly, gently on her back. "We all have our demons." He spoke softly echoing her rhetoric from the other night, everybody had something though to what degree varied. Rhys knew the amount of anguish his life contained was more than most, and it was not anything he ever wished on anybody else.
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Sept 30, 2020 0:23:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2020 0:23:56 GMT -7
Maria couldn't help but feel relieved that Elias hadn't mentioned their shared grandparents. Like she said. Charming people. She didn't want to elaborate how though. Maria didn't needs him to know just how broken she was. That they were more similar than he'd probably realized. More similar than she'd realized before that night. Maria let out an almost sigh of relief. Because at least now she didn't have to wonder what he might have heard.
Maria didn't know how long she stood there. But, she felt that soft pressure on her back. She closed her hand, dropping it to her side, and closed her eyes as she spoke. "All I have are demons," she finally admitted aloud. God, she didn't want to sound like she was a victim or anything. Like she was a pathetic, whimpering creature. She reached for the coffee pot, not moving to much... because his hand at her back was... comforting. Sort of. "Mine are left better in the dark. No one likes sad stories." Her voice was barely a whisper then. She reached for the sink faucet, flicking it on and setting the coffee pot underneath. She could have just magicked coffee, but she preferred it to be brewed in a pot. Had more flavor. Plus it was a distraction.
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HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
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Sept 30, 2020 1:02:38 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 30, 2020 1:02:38 GMT -7
September 15th, 2025 @maria
Rhys considered himself fortunate despite his circumstances, he'd gone from being being a stray in the magical world with a disreputable last name to a man with a career and his family his half-siblings. They had families of their own but they would always have that connection with one another and protect one another as such. There were so many variables that determined who one became, this had been important for him and why he felt for her at this moment. Although he didn't know her life in who she had as friends or other family he had gotten the sense that losing Elias had been been something impactful. Rhys could only imagine losing a long time friend such as Nell or Deva suddenly, the thought made his heart a bit heavy. Her admission was a surprise but it wasn't considering how she was reacting and from what she'd said the other night--it brought it into context.
She fiddled with the coffee pot and he recognized the typical avoidance behaviors as he had his own, but now that he had made physical contact with her he could feel her unease. There was always the suffering that came with dredging up your emotional baggage just as his came up every time he woke up panicking from that recurring nightmare. This had been her figurative wake up from whatever she considered a nightmare. Rhys moved closer to the counter and reached over with his other hand slowly to turn off the faucet and he gently grabbed the coffee pot from her hand and set it down in the sink. That could wait, "Our sad stories help make us who we are. " He paused, maybe it was something that had already been told her but he felt he needed to say it as someone always pushing back against people giving him advice on something they could never understand.
Rhys pulled her so she was facing him, and looked at her. She couldn't hide her pain from him, just as he hadn't been able to before. He understood, "But they don't define you." After he spoke he pulled her into his chest gently. Although, he spoke the words he had a hard time believing them himself and following them but maybe it could help another damaged soul in this world. Rhys' broken pieces had always been something he needed to protect, he didn't have the story but for someone like Maria to be so shaken and from the words he did hear he couldn't help but feel some sympathy. She wasn't your average woman in any way, shape or form and behind the cold yet beautiful presentation was sadness and torment.
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Sept 30, 2020 10:40:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2020 10:40:56 GMT -7
This was wrong. Rhys and Maria's relationship was purely physical. No deeper understanding. No getting to know each other. No revealing deep, dark secrets. Just physical. Nothing more, nothing less. And yet, this month had thrown them for a loop. First his nightmares, and now this. Maria told very few people about her past. Adonia knew, but that was because she'd known Adonia for so long. Elias had known. Viola knew. But past that... Not really many knew everything. A few might have seen glimpses, but not the full story. But it was hard to deny when Rhys had just heard her grandmother's lovely howler. No doubt he was thoroughly confused.
Maria was staring at the water as it filled the coffee pot, determined to focus on that, but Rhys had other ideas. He turned the faucet off, and took the pot from her hands, setting it aside. Maria didn't fight it. Didn't really have the energy to be raging angry any more. Mostly she just felt helpless. A horrible feeling. She hated it. Hated feeling like a victim to her circumstances, to her grandparents. The loss of total control was what made her so aggressive, because she never wanted to be this helpless. Maria let out a breath and set her hands on the edge of the counter corner. She didn't respond to his words, didn't really know how to, to be honest. How true that was.
Maria didn't fight him as he turned her around. Now facing him she found herself raising her gaze just a touch to meet his own. Anger. Pain. They always said the eyes were a window to the soul, and Maria's was a tornado of trauma. Different than his own. But also... the same in many ways. And somehow, she felt those walls she used to guard herself... crumbling just a little, then collapsing as he pulled her into his chest. She stiffened momentarily, then relaxed. She leaned into him just a touch and closed her eyes. "Nice sentiment," she muttered, though like him didn't seem to fully believe it herself. "Don't suppose you know much about gypsies?" If he didn't, that was fine. But hopefully he did, so she wouldn't have to explain how... insane they could be. Romani culture was very male dominated. Very "women and children should be seen and not heard". Very much against all outsiders. Gypsies in general had a pretty bad reputation in Europe, though that discrimination wasn't nearly as bad in the magical world as it was in the muggle.
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HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
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Sept 30, 2020 12:09:14 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 30, 2020 12:09:14 GMT -7
September 15th, 2025 @maria
She didn't fight him, Rhys figured had he just hugged her outside of sex she might have attempted to throw him across the room and ask him what the heck he was doing. Emotional baggage that was so suddenly unearthed had the tendency to numb you and leave you feeling empty, as if to make you feel as bad as you did in the first place. There relationship existed on a foundation of her being in control while he was not and that's how it worked, how it was so physical and unstable but also reliable in its nature. That's just what they were, wasn't it? Two people looking for control when so much of theirs had been taken away. It was an interesting turn of events, two people who had began this addictive and antagonistic relationship for their own selfish reasons but these past few weeks had unearthed their real selves that had been hidden away.
He supposed the only physical contact she ever expected from him was of the fiery and forceful nature, but he wasn't recognizing when a gentle hand was needed. She asked him about Gypsies and and while he knew about what most people might know about them he couldn't say he knew anything of great detail. Although the culture was known to be patriarchal. "Not a lot." Rhys admitted, the hug wasn't unnatural actually even with her. Comfort was something even their own hedonistic selves really craved. Some people talked about their feelings, some people gave hugs and some people had mindless sex until they had no energy to think anymore. "What a messed up pair we are..." They were only human, and even not really being friends they weren't alone--just two people weighed down by circumstances dealt to them.
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Sept 30, 2020 12:57:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2020 12:57:34 GMT -7
Maria really wasn't a "hugger" just for the sake of hugging. If it was to seduce someone, sure, she'd do it. But it wasn't a natural thing for her. Nor did she feel she was the type to be hugged. She was prickly on the best of days, and outright abusive on the worst. She knew she made people wary. Throwing fire at people also didn't help. But still, this was... nice she supposed. She didn't necessarily return the hug, her arms at her sides. But she was leaning into it. Progress, right? She rest her forehead against his shoulder.
When he mentioned them being a messed up pair she chuckled, shaking her head against his shoulder. "You have no fucking idea," They both seemed to be walking soap operas. "You don't have insane grandparents trying to make you sound insane just so they can marry you off." That was a safe enough subject, she supposed. Since he'd already heard most of it in the howler. Maria knew her grandparent's weren't actually worried a bout her. They just wanted to drag her back into their way of life. If they could get legal responsibility over her now that she was an adult they'd be able to legally make that decision for her. They wouldn't need her consent anymore.
Maria finally pulled away from him, letting out a breath and breaking the embrace. Not because she hadn't liked it. But because...well, she didn't have a reason. It was just her being guarded. She didn't look at him as she went to gather up the paperwork on the floor. She'd have to deal with that nonsense later. "I know how you feel. Losing a parent. I lost both a long time ago. Unfortunately when my father chose to leave he didn't consider the fact that I'd end up with the people he was running from." Chose. Most people didn't "choose" to die, so the meaning was clear. She straightened, papers in hand, staring down at them. She still wanted to destroy them... But at this point it was clear she'd need them. She let out a sigh, running her hair through her hair and tossed them on the counter.
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Sept 30, 2020 14:21:33 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 30, 2020 14:21:33 GMT -7
September 15th, 2025 @maria
Maria agreed with his declaration that they were in fact, messed up. What was it about damaged and flawed souls that seemed to gravitate toward one another? Maybe it was that being around other fractured people helped you forget that you weren't whole. She had accepted his physical presence so close to her and her head leaned against his shoulder though she didn't him back. It was enough, Rhys hadn't expected much more than that but more he hadn't been able to help the instinct to try and comfort. Sometimes he felt he was probably compensating for the lack of comfort that had been his like for so long or that generally people that had been hurt so badly would want to prevent anybody else ever feeling that pain themselves.
She spoke again pulling away from him and he put his arms down so she could leave. He found he missed her presence and heat near him, as he was finding he would after she was near him for sometime and then would pull away, but he let her be. And while he was still processing what she said about her grandparents and their wish for Maria she went to pick up the paperwork she had been unable to destroy and continued speaking. Her words were a surprise but then again they weren't, she'd barely flinched when he explained in very simple terms how he'd watched his mother be butchered in front of him as a child and now he knew why. The difference was she had lost both while technically Rhys still had a father, though he considered himself an orphan otherwise.
Rhys took a step back and leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms and taking in the words she had spoken. Losing a parent was its own traumatic event, let alone being abandoned and it seemed they did have something in common after all that wasn't just a lustful attraction. Though it was unfortunate that it was something so dark. He let out a heavy sigh, "That's not something I'd wish on anybody, to be alone like that." People always misunderstood him on this topic, the loss of one's parent was a huge void and difficult to replace. She had been with her grandparents, or so he surmised though it didn't appear they attempted to step up to the task and he'd been thrown in an orphanage where all his guardians cared about was whether he was at minimally fed and clothed. "I'm sorry." He added, not because he had anything to apologize for but because he could relate a little bit and for anyone to relate a little bit to his own past or even hers is a little too much.
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Sept 30, 2020 15:47:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2020 15:47:58 GMT -7
Maria didn't like that she'd opened up to him like this. She didn't like people knowing about her past. She didn't like the pity. Didn't like when people looked at her and saw just how broken and messed up she was. Didn't like how it made her feel weak and helpless. Like a scared little girl. Maria wasn't any of those things. Some people might have become victims to their past. But not Maria. Maria used her past to make herself strong. To ensure no one else hurt her. Though, it also made her lonely. Because she wouldn't let herself open up to the things that had hurt her in the past.
Maria leaned against the wall, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Well... Never really known anything else," she answered. Being alone. It was normal for her. It was safe. "Doesn't bother you much when you've never had anything different." The only time she hadn't felt so alone was when Elias was there. Having someone that she could trust and turn to, no matter how insane she was acting. And fate had taken him too. "The world is cruel. It's not that bad when you stop expecting it to be anything else."
She was silent for a moment, glancing at the paperwork again, but then deciding that this was already enough of a heart-to-heart. "Can we put the coffee on now? Before we start braiding each other's hair and telling each other our whole life story." And there was the distraction technique again. Trying to change the subject.
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Sept 30, 2020 16:58:13 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Sept 30, 2020 16:58:13 GMT -7
September 15th, 2025 @maria
Nobody liked to be pitied, to be felt sorry for, not the those who were the most whole or those who were the most damaged. Rhys didn't feel pity for Maria, he felt....intrigued. Of course, he meant what he had said. That nobody deserved those events in their lives or to be alone. Though that last point he was always on the fence about. It was easier to live your life alone and nobody else got hurt aside from yourself, everything else was a risk. The one part of his life that had the least risk now even had some, his arrangement with Maria. Though compartmentalization seemed to be a solid life skill that both of them had acquired.
Still, Rhys could hardly disagree with her. "The world is cruel. It's not bad when you stop expecting it to be anything else." Unfortunately, he would have to agree. When he was younger it had taken him a year or two to come to a similar conclusion, he thought he had come into Hogwarts prepared for the attention and backlash being a Greyback would bring which is why he had not used his mother's last name but it was something he hadn't fully understood at such a young age. Rhys didn't respond, there wasn't much he could add and it wasn't for him to judge what little bit he now knew about her life especially when she knew about his mostly now. The honest conversation waned, at least Maria seemed done talking about it.
Coffee, now that was an idea they could both agree on fully and probably one of the few things they did, but it was getting late and he had places to be today. "I need to get going." Rhys looked around and saw that his shirt happened to be on the kitchen counter near him, how it got here he didn't quite remember. But he grabbed it, before responding to her comment. "I thought we got the life stories out of the way already." Rhys commented lazily, it was clear she was trying to rebuild her walls and he'd give her that. For people like that it was a necessary step to feel sane. "I suppose that makes us friends now." Rhys had begun to button his shirt and spoke with a slight half smile, everything thus far had been built on their physical attraction and knowing nothing more than each other's names, whether or not she would admit it things were a bit different now. Still he felt there probably wasn't a need for some lengthy goodbye, they weren't the type so as he finished buttoning his shirt he looked back at Maria who was working on her coffee. "I'll see you later."
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Sept 30, 2020 19:08:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2020 19:08:02 GMT -7
(Just gunna call fin )
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