[Closed RP and Mild Socking] I Would Do anything For Love... (Oly, Jaime)
When I enter the Gryffindor common room, I'm surprised by the sudden sight of workout equipment. I knew we were maybe getting some, but I didn't expect Kojiro to work this fast.
The big, homely woman who put the petition up for said workout equipment smiles when she sees me. She makes a gesture to encompass the common room and asks brightly, "What do you think?"
I haven't really spoken to the woman before. I just know that Jaime called her "the wench", and so I'm startled by this sudden confrontation with her. Because I don't know what to say. Looking at her, I suddenly find myself thinking back to those times with Mary Lick, in the club. This woman is big and the kind of ugly even Al wouldn't have known how to market. She doesn't even have a beard, and she's too muscular to make a decent fat lady. But she looks so eager to please. Her eyes, which are startlingly blue, entreat me to be happy with this thing she's done. And, spiteful, small-minded bitch that I am, all I can think of is the way Mary was always looking at me, so big and eager to please, even while she did what she could to change people. She'd have changed Miranda, put my baby girl on that operating table and removed her tail, that tail I was so proud of. She'd have made Miranda into something less than she was. And Miranda, stupid slut, would have let her, because like her father, Miranda never thought about things, never saw the big picture for anyone else but herself. So I had to save her, and the only way to do that was to watch Mary, watch and learn Mary's secrets, and in the end I killed her.
And now, all I can do, looking at Jaime's friend the wench, (Brienne, I guess, would be her name), is smell chlorine and amonia, and I know I can't be in the same room.
"It's great," Hoppy McG says shortly, and here she goes, lurching toward the door like a scorpion has just bitten her on the ass. She does not look back to see the confused expression on the ugly face of the other woman in the room. She can't look back, because then she would stop, and it would all come back.
I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm running to get the smell of chlorine and ammonia out of my nose. The castle whizzes by me, and I don't see any of it. I'm crying, and I hear the noises coming out of my own mouth. They're ugly, broken noises, and I have to stop and lean against the wall, bringing air into my burning lungs.
Eventually, I cattch my breath, and I wipe the tears away disgustedly. I take off my sunglasses and clean them on the front of my robes and adjust my wig, which has gone terribly askew in my flight.
I'm standing outside the slytherin dungeon. I don't know why I ended up here, except it's a hell of a long way, in terms of the castle, from Gryffindor and from my memories.
A short man comes bustling down the hall in my direction. He pauses to give me a concerned look. "You OK?" he asks.
I shrug and grunt, and then I'm following along in his wake as he opens the common room door for me. I slink past him before he can ask anything else of me, and then I walk into the cafe.
I think I'm more or less back to normal as I order an absinthe and take a seat in the corner. I feel kind of bad for Brienne. Poor stupid bitch can't help that she unwittingly resurrected at least one of my ghosts. But I have a feeling it's going to be a long time before I can face the Gryffindor common room again.
When Jaime comes into the cafe, I'm actually relieved, and I hope I don't look like I've just been fighting metaphorical demons.
I put on my best Hoppy McGurk smile and wave cheerfully. "Hey, Lannister! Come join me!" I call, and my voice sounds normal, cheerful even, and I think maybe this might be OK after all.