Old Heart Aches, Old Heart Breaks

[4leaf_charmed]

WHO: The Irish Twins
WHEN: Wednesday August 3rd, afternoon
WHERE: Conner’s flat
WHAT: A bad part of the past is dug up, one sibling rages, the other retaliates and old wounds are reopened.
RATING: S for swearing and SF for sibling fight

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[whiskey_sunday]

If Erin had any doubt about her brother knowing about this picture hidden inside the album, it disappeared as she watched his face pale and his own confusion set in. She had lifted her arms up just in time to avoid any scratches or cuts from the pages as Conner ripped it from her. Then jumped back a few inches on the bed, afraid what he'd do next. But he hadn't moved for the long while. So Erin was able to calm some of her nerves to settle back to where she was, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Yeah,"She looked away and bowed her head, eyes staring intently at the ground and nowhere else. "You never could. I wasnt expecting that to change. Its too late anyways..." Her voice began to wobble, but the old disappointment was still there, still clear as day. Fuck, what had she done... It was all done and over with. What was she expecting? He'd have a time machine pulled out his ass and go back to make things better?

"I didn't-" -know about the picture either? -try hard enough to make you believe? She tried starting, but her voice kept getting caught in her throat, "If you had...you wouldn't have lost your eye..." Fuck! What am i saying!

Erin stood up, spitting out a frustrated grunt. Angry with herself for only making things worse, but couldn't say anything else but to twist that knife deeper. Fuck. She didn't come over for this shit. None of this was suppose to happen! It was a six year old wound, it should have healed by now. Eric was in London, and they were in the states. "For me." She mumbled mostly to herself, "But he's still with you..."She glanced to the album, then to Conner. "Isn't he?" She said, raising her voice enough for him to hear her. "You still love him after all of this..."

you know you can just reply to my last comment :I Also short tags, tired of long ass useless words

[4leaf_charmed]

Erin always had a way of shaping her words into brutal blows, Conner was used to that. That - "If you had...you wouldn't have lost your eye..." - hurt more like a knife to the chest than a simple punch. Actually, a knife wound might have hurt less, since the statement was true and his loss could have been prevented had be not been so blind. Ironic?

He flinched, drawing in a shaky breath and covering his bad eye with both hands as if the action could hide the fact the scar existed. Silence stretched and it was several minutes before he felt he could even speak around the lump in his throat.

"....Aye."

[whiskey_sunday]

Erin stared down at her brother, eyes wide with shock. "After everything? You still care about that asshole?" She clenched her fists tighter, holding herself back before she did any real damage. The most control she had so far. "Fine. Whatever. You still want to mope about this guy-six years later! While he's probably sleeping around with every slut he can get his hands on-..."
Erin glanced at Conner again as tried hiding his eye. "Fuck it..." Then ran as fast as she could out of there. She had no idea where to go, but to get far away.