[Filter: Styx]directforceDecember 29 2009, 21:23:43 UTC
Don't sound so shocked, mother- you deserve at the very least a threat for what you made me go through. All in the name of family bonding- I fucking loathe family bonding; and I'm not too fond of you either.
Ask Ares about the fun we had sometime; it'll make you smarter.
I prefer surprise above other feelings that appeared at the time. And you didn't hear me snort, dear.
Word of advise, Bia; not being liked is one of the things that come with my former line of work, although I can understand why you feel the way you do towards me, or at least partly.
I might not been around you for some time, but you are far from being a stranger for me, regardless of what you think. While it doesn't surprise me that you had had some fun with the Olympian, I at least feel like questioning your taste on men.
[Filter: Styx]directforceDecember 29 2009, 21:33:55 UTC
Other feelings? Do tell.
Oh, can you now- can you really? Can anybody really understand?
Yeah, right- and you didn't hear me snort then. And I did have that sort of fun- but I wasn't talking about that when I mentioned it. I was talking about the part where I got thrown through a wall.
Re: [Filter: Styx]dontcrymeariverDecember 29 2009, 21:41:13 UTC
I wasn't precisely smiling. Besides that, you don't need to know.
I better than anyone, Bia. Maybe not before, but now I sense more than hate. I, in fact, sense everything. I would like to have a private conversation with you, face to face; the fact you might lose your temper doesn't trouble me much.
And that's why I asked about your taste in men; I couldn't expect much else from someone like Ares. Are you asking if I'm worried about you? Indeed I am, but not because of that; I'm well aware of how resilient you are, and you ultimately earned that.
[Filter: Styx]directforceDecember 29 2009, 21:44:50 UTC
Excellent. Am I too young? Am I not perfect enough?
Oh, >please- like I'm anything more than hatred; like anything else is keeping me going- I am nothing; slave to the Olympians, rough stone to highlight glimmering gems so much better than me.... At least for the moment anyway. And I would break you.
I'm not proud of hating my children, if ever for a single second, Bia; regardless of how good ot does feel, it's something I'm working to change. And it has nothing to do with perfection, why do you bring someone like that up? Do you think I would demand something like that from you, or Nike? That I'm giving or taking points from you in some sort of competition? Even after all this and what is to come, I can't bring myself to hate you, and falling into it does shame me.
You are what you want to be Bia, I think you just don't know better than this, and that is my fault. And yet, because of what you currently think you are, you can't touch me, girl; I can sense you from here even now, I can tell your every move and every murderous intention flowing from you, and I can shut you down and leave nothing but a shell that looks like you if I wanted. But you are right; at the moment we should keep our distance.
[Filter: Styx]directforceDecember 30 2009, 00:28:57 UTC
Oh, go on- hate me; loathe me with every scrap of your being- at least you're noticing me. Life is a competition, mother- dog eats dog, man rips apart man; why deny that I'm constantly running to stand still?
I don't want to know better- what am I supposed to be? A darling girl who rides off after unicorns. And I know what I am, I know what I'm capable of- and one day everybody shall bow down to me, mother. One day everybody shall pay attention and I'll never be put in a corner like a nicely wrapped doll ever again. Then there shall be blood.
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If that is the case, dear, you should be equally glad of being my daughter.
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Ask Ares about the fun we had sometime; it'll make you smarter.
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Word of advise, Bia; not being liked is one of the things that come with my former line of work, although I can understand why you feel the way you do towards me, or at least partly.
I might not been around you for some time, but you are far from being a stranger for me, regardless of what you think. While it doesn't surprise me that you had had some fun with the Olympian, I at least feel like questioning your taste on men.
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Oh, can you now- can you really? Can anybody really understand?
Yeah, right- and you didn't hear me snort then. And I did have that sort of fun- but I wasn't talking about that when I mentioned it. I was talking about the part where I got thrown through a wall.
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I better than anyone, Bia. Maybe not before, but now I sense more than hate. I, in fact, sense everything. I would like to have a private conversation with you, face to face; the fact you might lose your temper doesn't trouble me much.
And that's why I asked about your taste in men; I couldn't expect much else from someone like Ares. Are you asking if I'm worried about you? Indeed I am, but not because of that; I'm well aware of how resilient you are, and you ultimately earned that.
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Oh, >please- like I'm anything more than hatred; like anything else is keeping me going- I am nothing; slave to the Olympians, rough stone to highlight glimmering gems so much better than me.... At least for the moment anyway. And I would break you.
I liked it; I laughed- it was so very fun.
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You are what you want to be Bia, I think you just don't know better than this, and that is my fault. And yet, because of what you currently think you are, you can't touch me, girl; I can sense you from here even now, I can tell your every move and every murderous intention flowing from you, and I can shut you down and leave nothing but a shell that looks like you if I wanted. But you are right; at the moment we should keep our distance.
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I don't want to know better- what am I supposed to be? A darling girl who rides off after unicorns. And I know what I am, I know what I'm capable of- and one day everybody shall bow down to me, mother. One day everybody shall pay attention and I'll never be put in a corner like a nicely wrapped doll ever again. Then there shall be blood.
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I failed you as a mother, didn't I?
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