WHO: Raven + Household/Anyone who would be there
WHERE: Lake Placid, NY
WHEN: After her conversation with
this fine young gentleman.
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Raven has yet another freak out. She really needs to get a hold of herself, seriously.
FORMAT: Para
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The boys are just way too much influence on her, I swear... )
Clearly upset, and not talking to him. Smegging hell, he really hated it when she did that. Something would happen and she'd withdraw, making him chase after her.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
He flipped open his own comm and started scanning it, looking for whatever it was that had bothered her, and caught the tail end of her conversation with...oh smeg. Smegging smeg. Smeg! A desire to defend her honour flared to life, and he wished he was the teleporter in the household: he'd zap himself right in front of Harry Osborn, punch him right in his stupid gob, and then zip away again. Even ( ... )
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The effects were minor, but there, this whole 'Joey took my wine damn it' situation bothered her more because of it.
As she appeared back in the bedroom, she immediately put her hand up.
"I'm fine."
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"...So I can't kill him? Not even just once?"
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Again.
Azar, she overreacted to everything, didn't she? Horrible.
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"Sorry," he said quietly. God, he was sorry. Sorry she ever had to know that berk.
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"I'm fine now."
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He could hear the soft blurring of her consonants, and immediately shifted into "worried husband" mode rather than "kill the ex" mode. He stood up and crossed to her, picking up that soaked blouse of hers to hang it up in the bathroom.
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She briefly wondered why it had been the first thing on her mind. It wouldn't have been that way before.
"Joseph took my wine."
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He finished the chore of hanging up her shirt, and then went back to her and began unbuttoning her jeans. It wasn't entirely a sexy gesture; he was going to peel them off of her and hang them up as well. But of course, it was also him unbuttoning her trousers. So.
"Wish you'd talk to me about these sorts of things," he said quietly, trying to make it a statement rather than a whinge. He thought he did rather well. Not nagging, not judging, not whining for her attention, just letting her know what he felt. Maybe he was getting better at this whole marriage thing...
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"... I didn't want to... not this. I had a hard enough time dealing with my own emotions attached to it. It's one thing to tell Joseph or David in passing, but you know what happened. You're... more invested in it."
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"Well, yes," he said simply, trying to sort through her logic. "That's rather what I'm for, I thought. To be more emotionally invested in your life. And to support you when you need it."
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"Arnold, I love you. I love you more than anything. However you do tend to overreact as much as I do about things. ... especially involving anything about Harold. ... I was afraid to talk about it with you."
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He had the good grace to look slightly sheepish as he winced at her, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand.
"If not more so," he conceded. "Although in this case, I really don't think that my using his ears for soup spoons and severing his testicles with a rotary plow is overreacting in the least."
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"I was afraid that you'd think I would... or that he and I would... it wouldn't be a good thing, and I didn't want things to change."
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Now he was just confused. As always, his ego had made this about him, the fact that she pulled away because he was the problem. But apparently that wasn't it at all. Uh.
"What did you think, that I'd suspect you of still being in love with him?! Oh my god. You're begging for a flick in the forehead, aren't you? My god, I know you're not. So you were polite to him, big smegging deal. Why on Io would you think that I'd...what? Raven, sometimes your logic baffles me."
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She groaned gently, sinking into the pillows again, arms folded over her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the world, hiding in a way.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--- I should know better. I wasn't thinking."
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