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Sean finally figures it all out at the worst possible time.
It's been a rough two days, and with no sleep, emotionally and physically exhausted, Bella wants to do little more than curl up on her bed and cry herself to sleep. And she intends to do just that. The black dress has been discarded, replaced instead by a pair of cut off gym shorts and a tank top. Her hair is loose and wild as she pours herself a drink and cracks open a purple vial, pouring it into the drink. Ok, so maybe get a little drunk and then cry herself to sleep. She lifts a straw and stirs the drink and poison together.
The six feet of siney muscle stepping quickly up the stairs is on a mission. A mission to determine for certain what he's already fairly sure is true. With the RoboSean keyboard clutched in one hand, the PDA clipped to the belt of his relaxed slacks, he raps on the door. There's a friendly smile fixed to his face.
Bella winces at the sound of the rap on the door. Who the hell would be bothering her right now? There's a snarl from deep inside the room before Bella throws back the drink and slams the glass on the table. Sounds like someone isn't in a fun, happy mood. The door is ripped open, a little ball of fury on the other side. Fury is quickly deflated when she sees who's on the other side. "Sean." Surprised, Bella takes a step back. "Is everything OK?" She asks, looking up into his smile without returning it. She looks tired.
Fury? That receives a vaguely confused look. His eyes drop down to his keyboard, and he taps away vigorously. RoboSean declares, "I'm fine, Bella. Just came round for a bit of a visit, really. More importantly, how are you?" A twinge of concern dances behind his eyes.
Bella looks towards the keyboard, then the PDA, brows drawn together in a moment's confusion before being swept away by understanding. "I'm surviving. It's what I do after all." She snorts and steps back, gesturing for him to come in. The apartment seems nearly the same, only the dark colors have been replaced by lighter ones. The room is still lit by candles, the only light Sabella could truly ever stand without flinching. "Care for a drink? I've got coke if you want it." Miserable and tired.
Sean nods at her first note of understanding. Taptickertap. "Ye should be glad ta survive. Not everyone gets that chance." RoboSean notes, as the real version steps slowly and carefully into the apartment, scanning around for hints and ideas. Taptaptap. "I'd love somethin' a bit stronger if ye've got it." Another friendly smile beamed over towards her.
"Surviving can be too much trouble sometimes." Bella argues and sends Sean a look at his request for something stronger. "I thought you didn't drink." Doesn't matter, she lifts a second glass onto the table and pours some brandy for him. Her own glass is refilled. That vial from her first drink is still on the top of the table. A vial that is mighty familiar. Observant eyes might note that, and a picture, the only one in the room. Of a little boy. A newborn and a woman with sparkling blue eyes. Bella and Nate.
RoboSean announces, "I don't normally, but when I'm in the mood I do. It's not like I've ever had a drinking problem." Seems she might be a little more on the ball. Those careful eyes sweep the room surreptitiously, filing and noting various things, most of which do not receive comment. He is certain. Taptickertap. "Only a little, thank you. So, are you going to tell me what's wrong? That's what huggable people are for."
Bella's fingers wrap around his glass, as she simply watches. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a soda?" She doesn't want to throw him off the wagon, assuming he's still on it. She loves him too much for that. Her own glass is filled to the rim, lifted to parched lips as she guzzle down the entire drink. With the poison in her system, the drink should affect her soon. But not soon enough. "I just left a man that's been a part of my life for for almost three years." She narrows her eyes accusingly at the empty glass. "Left him to fend for himself without me because what he's doing isn't right. And I'm not going to be a part of it anymore." That last bit slurs as she grips the cart, finding her balance. Oh the blissful release of alcohol.
Sean waves her hand away, reaching forward to grab the glass with a careful eye left on her. He can manage a drink or two and stay on the wagon. This is for business, after all. Sleuthing. Tickertaptick. "Is that why you've been feeling so lonely recently? What is he doing? Sit down, you." Concern twitches at his eyes, though he doesn't reach out to her.
Bella falls back against the wall, her head connecting solidly though it doesn't seem to faze her as she merely offers an owlish blink at Sean. "I've been lonely 'cause I don't belong anywhere. Nowhere for me. It's all that fucking around in my head. Can screw a person real good." She slurs and slinks down against the wall, her knees pressing to her chest as the room spins. "Trying to destroy humanity. He's an /asshat/." Where did her accent go?
Tap. Pause. Tickertap. "Everyone belongs somewhere." RoboSean declares, head turning to watch her with a mildly disapproving look for the state she's in. Tap tap tap. Delete. Taptickertap. Delete. Taptaptap. "Have you decided to stop pretending yet, Bella?" Level gaze.
Bella snorts, hazy gaze lifting to watch the two Sean's she's now seeing. It won't last long, but she'll enjoy it for all it's worth. "And where do I belong? On your side? No no." A brief smile as a tear falls unchecked down her cheek. "At your side?" Nobody wants her at their side. "Did I ever really start?"
Taptap. Glide. Sean moves a few little dials around, his voice having drifted into less of an accent. "Do ye really want me ta be candid, Sabella? Honest?" His look is full of pain but still somewhat stern, almost unforgiving.
Bella withers under his gaze, tiny body sinking into itself. After Erik she can't take any more honesty. "No." She really doesn't. "I don't want you to be honest. I want you to lie to me. Tell me everything will be all right. Tell me that I made the right choice." Her arms wrap aroun dher body as she trembles, tears falling one after the other. "I made the wrong one last time. Him over you. Wrong. It was wrong. I couldn't make it again."
"Ye know I won't lie ta ye." RoboSean declares, loudly despite Sean's attempts to have him otherwise. The expression softens at her tears, and it takes a visible effort to stay seated. "Ye're also drunk."
Bella can't look at him anymore. So her head dips between her knees as she cries. "Drunk maybe. Doesn't change how I feel." Whimpers pitifully from her station at the wall.
Sean taps again at his keyboard, before reaching forward for his glass and draining it in one swift motion, simultaneously hitting enter. "So ye've left him and his Cause fer good? What do ye plan on doin' now?"
Bella nods her head against her knees. "For good. Never looking back." Nooo, that warm, fuzzy feeling in her brain isn't allowed to leave. She drops her position and rolls onto her knees, deep breaths taken through tears as she rises to wobbly feet, headed back to the drink cart. "Righting wrongs and living my life. Protecting the kids I freed from his grasp... surviving."
"Stay away from that cart." RoboSean warns, without emotion. It's owner, however, has followed the woman's movements with his eyes. "Righting wrongs?" he whispers, "Protecting? Are ye plannin' on givin' those kids over ta the school? Do they even know that ye're savin' 'em?" Still whispered, the surprise evident in his eyes.
Bella offers a defiant look in Sean's direction as she continues to move for the cart, her fingers sliding around the edge to hold her steady. "I need another drink." She states with a shake of her head. That dull ache is starting to come back. "No. The school won't care for them. They'll throw them in jail, make them suffer. I'll give them each a new life. So they can start over if they want to." And she'll thwart Magneto every step of the way. If they want to help, she isn't going to stop them. "They know."
Sean taps again at his keyboard, rapidly forming the next sentence. "Sabella, they are terrorists. Murderers, rapists, arsonists, thieves. Every crime in the book. They /deserve/ to be locked up." RoboSean seems fairly non-commital about the whole thing, even if the Irishman's look is intense. "What about you?"
"They are mutants who were led astray by a psychopath." Two in fact, her and Magneto. "They deserve a chance to make a better life for themselves. They deserve to be happy. They deserve a chance." She pours herself another drink, trembling hands spilling most of it on the cart. "Me? I suppose that depends on you." Tired eyes drift to the man. "You can turn me in. They'll arrest me again. I'll get the death sentence and they'll stick a needle in my arm." She shudders and grabs for the glass. "Or you can see the good I can do. The people I can protect. And give me another chance."
RoboSean somehow appears unimpressed. "They are CRIMINALS, Bella. If they've been led astray, let 'em stand trial an' tell th'truth. If they're no' responsible, they'll no' be locked up." About her, he simply shakes his head, fighting back the emotions wanting to crash onto his face. "Me conscience versus me heart. Ye're a killer, Bella, but a killer who I love. Can I betray me beliefs fer ye? Can I betray ye fer me beliefs?" A fist suddenly slams into the chair of the arm, and Sean uses his full voice, almost untouched by the hoarseness. "The good? Another chance? Christ, Bella, what am I supposed to do?"
"They are NOT going to be locked up. They are my children, my loves and they are my life. NOBODY will put their lives in danger. NOBODY. I did not risk my life to get them off that Island just so they can be slaughtered by the rest of the world." The drink is forgotten as she stares down the man who suddenly yells at her. Still wobbly, though less so than before Bella closes the distance between them, sinking to her knees by his feet. "You're supposed to look into my eyes. Look into them and tell me what you see. And then you follow your heart." Those eyes. Bright green, wet with tears, drowned in pain and writhing in suffering.
"They won't /be/ slaughtered." Sean says, accent partially lost within the emotion. "If they're innocent like ye think, they'll be set free. If they're /criminals/, they'll be locked up. Th' general public isn' like that island, Bella. Around here we live by a set of rules that don' involve death for a minor inconvenience." Passionate, some anger flaring within his eyes and speech, he looks down and stares, directly into her eyes, unwavering. "I'm looking. I'm not seeing a woman who understands the decision she's forcing me ta make. I /know/ ye're capable of good, which is why my mouth is staying shut. But you /lied/ to me. I thought you were /dead/."
"I will not put their lives at risk." And that is the end of that conversation. She will not budge and they will be protected." Bella's eyes gaze back into his, searching and quiet as fingers reach up to very gently rest against his knees. The first time she's attempted to touch him. "I didn't want to. Oh God I didn't want to. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. To see that pain, and do nothing to try and soothe it away. But I wanted to protect you. From all of this." Her eyes are as passionate as his own, pain lingering in flecks of green that tremble amongst the tears. "I love you. I wanted to watch over you and keep you safe. I.. I'm sorry.
Sharply do what have become steely blue eyes dart down to that touch, though he doesn't move out of the way of it. "Do ye think it /matters/ whether ye wanted ta or not? That ye deliberately searched me out ta spend time wi' me when I had no idea?" Incredulously, he shakes his head. "I'm damn angry with you, Bella. I can look after myself. Believe me. And then you /flirted/ with me? And Melissa... Jesus." Disbelief, anger washing through his tone still, he's not willing to give in to the urge to hug her.
Bella pulls back her hands at the look in his eyes, so quick it's like she's been burned. And she has, though the burn is to her heart. "No. You were at the grave. I hadn't intended to search you out. Until I saw you there. So sad. I couldn't stay away. Not having you near is like a thousand daggers through my heart." She sinks back and lowers herself further to the floor, unable to take his gaze her own drops to the floor. "I just wanted to be near you. To be there for you." she argues miserably. She's done wrong. She knows it. "Melissa.. knows."
Sean's look doesn't soften, not yet. "O' course I was upset! I'd jus' found out the woman I loved was dead!" Still incredulous, anger flashing behind his eyes. "Well I'm no' goin' ta be near ye at the moment, am I? The woman who wants to live some sort of perverse voyeur lifestyle over her ex-love? Shit." His head shakes again, total disbelief. "Melissa /knew/? This is... it's..." Anger fails him, arms flail a little in the air as resignation wraps it's arms around his features. "I give up. I'm thinkin' I should go, and come back if I ever calm down. An' when I'm actually allowed ta speak again." Quietly, he stands, and turns to leave.
Bella continues to glare down at the floor, anger rolling along her spine though she does nothing about it. Why does nobody understand? "She didn't at the time. But she found out the next day." Bella corrects, not wanting the feral to be in trouble with the man. "I wanted to protect you, and to still be there for you no matter what." She whispers. All of her desperation has fled, leaving her cold, along and kneeling on the floor. "If you leave like this.." she stops and shakes her head, soft sobs echoing the salty tears that slip along her cheeks. "I can't take you walking out that door again. Not like this." she lifts her gaze, watching as he moves. "I love you. And I'm sorry. I thought that.. I wouldn't fail you this time. But it seems I was wrong about that. The same way I've been wrong about everything else."
Muttered curses are spat from Sean's mouth, as he turns, a somewhat less hard glare levelled on the woman. "Look, give me a couple o' days ta calm down. I know ye love me, and ye know I love ye too, despite yer..." Eyes skin up and down. "Diff'rences. Ye're no' wrong about ev'rythin', but it's a bit of a shock ta me system, y'know?" His voice drops gentle, reassuring only for a moment. "Don' think ye're a failure. Get up, go out, and make good of yer life. I'll be back in a few days." And that's all he can offer, the hard knot of rage boiling within in.
Bella still shrinks against his gaze, even if it is a little less harsh than the one that came before. "I've been wrong about everything so far. I don't see that changing. I've made you angry. So angry that you drank. So angry that you won't even touch me." When all she needs is someone's arms around her, telling her it'll be all right. "I failed you. Say what you will, but if you don't come back.. I'll understand." She could really use that drink right now as she rises again, stumbling to her feet and away from him for the drink cart. Two vials, no three. There. All dumped into her glass. She really can't watch him walk away. Not again, so she'll preoccupy herself with something else. Drinking herself into oblivion. Seems as good a time as any.
"Making someone angry doesn' mean ye've screwed everythin' fer the rest o' yer life, Bella." Sean points out, probably unhelpful. "I'll be returnin', as long as ye can force yeself ta be sober in me presence. Any o' that crap in ye when I come back, an' I'm walkin'." And he spins on a heel to steps switfly towards the door, opening it with one and throwing a look over his shoulder. "See ye later, lass."
Bella throws back the drink as soon as she hears the door opening. He's so wrong, but she doesn't have the heart to tell him. She's made quite a few people angry. And the one person she thought would be there for her is abandoning her just like the rest of them. "You're walking already." She mumbles angrily into the empty glass, back still turned. "Goodbye Sean."
He's not abandoning her. Sean has every intention of returning in a few days, when he's no longer fuming and she's no longer drunk. "Temporarily. I love ye, Bella, an' I'll see ye soon." And he steps out and away.
Well that's not how she sees it. But then, she's not exactly in the nicest mindset right now either. His words only bounce off of the edge of Bella's mind as she sinks to the floor and curls up in a ball, alone in the blackness of unconsciousness.
It's been a rough two days, and with no sleep, emotionally and physically exhausted, Bella wants to do little more than curl up on her bed and cry herself to sleep. And she intends to do just that. The black dress has been discarded, replaced instead by a pair of cut off gym shorts and a tank top. Her hair is loose and wild as she pours herself a drink and cracks open a purple vial, pouring it into the drink. Ok, so maybe get a little drunk and then cry herself to sleep. She lifts a straw and stirs the drink and poison together.
The six feet of siney muscle stepping quickly up the stairs is on a mission. A mission to determine for certain what he's already fairly sure is true. With the RoboSean keyboard clutched in one hand, the PDA clipped to the belt of his relaxed slacks, he raps on the door. There's a friendly smile fixed to his face.
Bella winces at the sound of the rap on the door. Who the hell would be bothering her right now? There's a snarl from deep inside the room before Bella throws back the drink and slams the glass on the table. Sounds like someone isn't in a fun, happy mood. The door is ripped open, a little ball of fury on the other side. Fury is quickly deflated when she sees who's on the other side. "Sean." Surprised, Bella takes a step back. "Is everything OK?" She asks, looking up into his smile without returning it. She looks tired.
Fury? That receives a vaguely confused look. His eyes drop down to his keyboard, and he taps away vigorously. RoboSean declares, "I'm fine, Bella. Just came round for a bit of a visit, really. More importantly, how are you?" A twinge of concern dances behind his eyes.
Bella looks towards the keyboard, then the PDA, brows drawn together in a moment's confusion before being swept away by understanding. "I'm surviving. It's what I do after all." She snorts and steps back, gesturing for him to come in. The apartment seems nearly the same, only the dark colors have been replaced by lighter ones. The room is still lit by candles, the only light Sabella could truly ever stand without flinching. "Care for a drink? I've got coke if you want it." Miserable and tired.
Sean nods at her first note of understanding. Taptickertap. "Ye should be glad ta survive. Not everyone gets that chance." RoboSean notes, as the real version steps slowly and carefully into the apartment, scanning around for hints and ideas. Taptaptap. "I'd love somethin' a bit stronger if ye've got it." Another friendly smile beamed over towards her.
"Surviving can be too much trouble sometimes." Bella argues and sends Sean a look at his request for something stronger. "I thought you didn't drink." Doesn't matter, she lifts a second glass onto the table and pours some brandy for him. Her own glass is refilled. That vial from her first drink is still on the top of the table. A vial that is mighty familiar. Observant eyes might note that, and a picture, the only one in the room. Of a little boy. A newborn and a woman with sparkling blue eyes. Bella and Nate.
RoboSean announces, "I don't normally, but when I'm in the mood I do. It's not like I've ever had a drinking problem." Seems she might be a little more on the ball. Those careful eyes sweep the room surreptitiously, filing and noting various things, most of which do not receive comment. He is certain. Taptickertap. "Only a little, thank you. So, are you going to tell me what's wrong? That's what huggable people are for."
Bella's fingers wrap around his glass, as she simply watches. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a soda?" She doesn't want to throw him off the wagon, assuming he's still on it. She loves him too much for that. Her own glass is filled to the rim, lifted to parched lips as she guzzle down the entire drink. With the poison in her system, the drink should affect her soon. But not soon enough. "I just left a man that's been a part of my life for for almost three years." She narrows her eyes accusingly at the empty glass. "Left him to fend for himself without me because what he's doing isn't right. And I'm not going to be a part of it anymore." That last bit slurs as she grips the cart, finding her balance. Oh the blissful release of alcohol.
Sean waves her hand away, reaching forward to grab the glass with a careful eye left on her. He can manage a drink or two and stay on the wagon. This is for business, after all. Sleuthing. Tickertaptick. "Is that why you've been feeling so lonely recently? What is he doing? Sit down, you." Concern twitches at his eyes, though he doesn't reach out to her.
Bella falls back against the wall, her head connecting solidly though it doesn't seem to faze her as she merely offers an owlish blink at Sean. "I've been lonely 'cause I don't belong anywhere. Nowhere for me. It's all that fucking around in my head. Can screw a person real good." She slurs and slinks down against the wall, her knees pressing to her chest as the room spins. "Trying to destroy humanity. He's an /asshat/." Where did her accent go?
Tap. Pause. Tickertap. "Everyone belongs somewhere." RoboSean declares, head turning to watch her with a mildly disapproving look for the state she's in. Tap tap tap. Delete. Taptickertap. Delete. Taptaptap. "Have you decided to stop pretending yet, Bella?" Level gaze.
Bella snorts, hazy gaze lifting to watch the two Sean's she's now seeing. It won't last long, but she'll enjoy it for all it's worth. "And where do I belong? On your side? No no." A brief smile as a tear falls unchecked down her cheek. "At your side?" Nobody wants her at their side. "Did I ever really start?"
Taptap. Glide. Sean moves a few little dials around, his voice having drifted into less of an accent. "Do ye really want me ta be candid, Sabella? Honest?" His look is full of pain but still somewhat stern, almost unforgiving.
Bella withers under his gaze, tiny body sinking into itself. After Erik she can't take any more honesty. "No." She really doesn't. "I don't want you to be honest. I want you to lie to me. Tell me everything will be all right. Tell me that I made the right choice." Her arms wrap aroun dher body as she trembles, tears falling one after the other. "I made the wrong one last time. Him over you. Wrong. It was wrong. I couldn't make it again."
"Ye know I won't lie ta ye." RoboSean declares, loudly despite Sean's attempts to have him otherwise. The expression softens at her tears, and it takes a visible effort to stay seated. "Ye're also drunk."
Bella can't look at him anymore. So her head dips between her knees as she cries. "Drunk maybe. Doesn't change how I feel." Whimpers pitifully from her station at the wall.
Sean taps again at his keyboard, before reaching forward for his glass and draining it in one swift motion, simultaneously hitting enter. "So ye've left him and his Cause fer good? What do ye plan on doin' now?"
Bella nods her head against her knees. "For good. Never looking back." Nooo, that warm, fuzzy feeling in her brain isn't allowed to leave. She drops her position and rolls onto her knees, deep breaths taken through tears as she rises to wobbly feet, headed back to the drink cart. "Righting wrongs and living my life. Protecting the kids I freed from his grasp... surviving."
"Stay away from that cart." RoboSean warns, without emotion. It's owner, however, has followed the woman's movements with his eyes. "Righting wrongs?" he whispers, "Protecting? Are ye plannin' on givin' those kids over ta the school? Do they even know that ye're savin' 'em?" Still whispered, the surprise evident in his eyes.
Bella offers a defiant look in Sean's direction as she continues to move for the cart, her fingers sliding around the edge to hold her steady. "I need another drink." She states with a shake of her head. That dull ache is starting to come back. "No. The school won't care for them. They'll throw them in jail, make them suffer. I'll give them each a new life. So they can start over if they want to." And she'll thwart Magneto every step of the way. If they want to help, she isn't going to stop them. "They know."
Sean taps again at his keyboard, rapidly forming the next sentence. "Sabella, they are terrorists. Murderers, rapists, arsonists, thieves. Every crime in the book. They /deserve/ to be locked up." RoboSean seems fairly non-commital about the whole thing, even if the Irishman's look is intense. "What about you?"
"They are mutants who were led astray by a psychopath." Two in fact, her and Magneto. "They deserve a chance to make a better life for themselves. They deserve to be happy. They deserve a chance." She pours herself another drink, trembling hands spilling most of it on the cart. "Me? I suppose that depends on you." Tired eyes drift to the man. "You can turn me in. They'll arrest me again. I'll get the death sentence and they'll stick a needle in my arm." She shudders and grabs for the glass. "Or you can see the good I can do. The people I can protect. And give me another chance."
RoboSean somehow appears unimpressed. "They are CRIMINALS, Bella. If they've been led astray, let 'em stand trial an' tell th'truth. If they're no' responsible, they'll no' be locked up." About her, he simply shakes his head, fighting back the emotions wanting to crash onto his face. "Me conscience versus me heart. Ye're a killer, Bella, but a killer who I love. Can I betray me beliefs fer ye? Can I betray ye fer me beliefs?" A fist suddenly slams into the chair of the arm, and Sean uses his full voice, almost untouched by the hoarseness. "The good? Another chance? Christ, Bella, what am I supposed to do?"
"They are NOT going to be locked up. They are my children, my loves and they are my life. NOBODY will put their lives in danger. NOBODY. I did not risk my life to get them off that Island just so they can be slaughtered by the rest of the world." The drink is forgotten as she stares down the man who suddenly yells at her. Still wobbly, though less so than before Bella closes the distance between them, sinking to her knees by his feet. "You're supposed to look into my eyes. Look into them and tell me what you see. And then you follow your heart." Those eyes. Bright green, wet with tears, drowned in pain and writhing in suffering.
"They won't /be/ slaughtered." Sean says, accent partially lost within the emotion. "If they're innocent like ye think, they'll be set free. If they're /criminals/, they'll be locked up. Th' general public isn' like that island, Bella. Around here we live by a set of rules that don' involve death for a minor inconvenience." Passionate, some anger flaring within his eyes and speech, he looks down and stares, directly into her eyes, unwavering. "I'm looking. I'm not seeing a woman who understands the decision she's forcing me ta make. I /know/ ye're capable of good, which is why my mouth is staying shut. But you /lied/ to me. I thought you were /dead/."
"I will not put their lives at risk." And that is the end of that conversation. She will not budge and they will be protected." Bella's eyes gaze back into his, searching and quiet as fingers reach up to very gently rest against his knees. The first time she's attempted to touch him. "I didn't want to. Oh God I didn't want to. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. To see that pain, and do nothing to try and soothe it away. But I wanted to protect you. From all of this." Her eyes are as passionate as his own, pain lingering in flecks of green that tremble amongst the tears. "I love you. I wanted to watch over you and keep you safe. I.. I'm sorry.
Sharply do what have become steely blue eyes dart down to that touch, though he doesn't move out of the way of it. "Do ye think it /matters/ whether ye wanted ta or not? That ye deliberately searched me out ta spend time wi' me when I had no idea?" Incredulously, he shakes his head. "I'm damn angry with you, Bella. I can look after myself. Believe me. And then you /flirted/ with me? And Melissa... Jesus." Disbelief, anger washing through his tone still, he's not willing to give in to the urge to hug her.
Bella pulls back her hands at the look in his eyes, so quick it's like she's been burned. And she has, though the burn is to her heart. "No. You were at the grave. I hadn't intended to search you out. Until I saw you there. So sad. I couldn't stay away. Not having you near is like a thousand daggers through my heart." She sinks back and lowers herself further to the floor, unable to take his gaze her own drops to the floor. "I just wanted to be near you. To be there for you." she argues miserably. She's done wrong. She knows it. "Melissa.. knows."
Sean's look doesn't soften, not yet. "O' course I was upset! I'd jus' found out the woman I loved was dead!" Still incredulous, anger flashing behind his eyes. "Well I'm no' goin' ta be near ye at the moment, am I? The woman who wants to live some sort of perverse voyeur lifestyle over her ex-love? Shit." His head shakes again, total disbelief. "Melissa /knew/? This is... it's..." Anger fails him, arms flail a little in the air as resignation wraps it's arms around his features. "I give up. I'm thinkin' I should go, and come back if I ever calm down. An' when I'm actually allowed ta speak again." Quietly, he stands, and turns to leave.
Bella continues to glare down at the floor, anger rolling along her spine though she does nothing about it. Why does nobody understand? "She didn't at the time. But she found out the next day." Bella corrects, not wanting the feral to be in trouble with the man. "I wanted to protect you, and to still be there for you no matter what." She whispers. All of her desperation has fled, leaving her cold, along and kneeling on the floor. "If you leave like this.." she stops and shakes her head, soft sobs echoing the salty tears that slip along her cheeks. "I can't take you walking out that door again. Not like this." she lifts her gaze, watching as he moves. "I love you. And I'm sorry. I thought that.. I wouldn't fail you this time. But it seems I was wrong about that. The same way I've been wrong about everything else."
Muttered curses are spat from Sean's mouth, as he turns, a somewhat less hard glare levelled on the woman. "Look, give me a couple o' days ta calm down. I know ye love me, and ye know I love ye too, despite yer..." Eyes skin up and down. "Diff'rences. Ye're no' wrong about ev'rythin', but it's a bit of a shock ta me system, y'know?" His voice drops gentle, reassuring only for a moment. "Don' think ye're a failure. Get up, go out, and make good of yer life. I'll be back in a few days." And that's all he can offer, the hard knot of rage boiling within in.
Bella still shrinks against his gaze, even if it is a little less harsh than the one that came before. "I've been wrong about everything so far. I don't see that changing. I've made you angry. So angry that you drank. So angry that you won't even touch me." When all she needs is someone's arms around her, telling her it'll be all right. "I failed you. Say what you will, but if you don't come back.. I'll understand." She could really use that drink right now as she rises again, stumbling to her feet and away from him for the drink cart. Two vials, no three. There. All dumped into her glass. She really can't watch him walk away. Not again, so she'll preoccupy herself with something else. Drinking herself into oblivion. Seems as good a time as any.
"Making someone angry doesn' mean ye've screwed everythin' fer the rest o' yer life, Bella." Sean points out, probably unhelpful. "I'll be returnin', as long as ye can force yeself ta be sober in me presence. Any o' that crap in ye when I come back, an' I'm walkin'." And he spins on a heel to steps switfly towards the door, opening it with one and throwing a look over his shoulder. "See ye later, lass."
Bella throws back the drink as soon as she hears the door opening. He's so wrong, but she doesn't have the heart to tell him. She's made quite a few people angry. And the one person she thought would be there for her is abandoning her just like the rest of them. "You're walking already." She mumbles angrily into the empty glass, back still turned. "Goodbye Sean."
He's not abandoning her. Sean has every intention of returning in a few days, when he's no longer fuming and she's no longer drunk. "Temporarily. I love ye, Bella, an' I'll see ye soon." And he steps out and away.
Well that's not how she sees it. But then, she's not exactly in the nicest mindset right now either. His words only bounce off of the edge of Bella's mind as she sinks to the floor and curls up in a ball, alone in the blackness of unconsciousness.