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sweetness, sweetness I was only joking;

May 31, 2009 03:11

Day: 40
Characters: isdazzled, relaxfriend
Summary: Gary wants to have a talk with his best gal.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: naito
Status: CLOSED; incomplete

( when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed )

† isabella swan, † gary smith

Comments 13

relaxfriend May 31 2009, 07:58:33 UTC

As Gary sat, he stared forward blankly. His leg bounced like a jackhammer, a frantic tapping as his patience quickly dwindled. He hadn't been waiting long, but that hardly mattered. The intercom buzzed with the activity from the rest of the asylum, but it didn't matter. It was the steadier sort of noise, nothing more than every ridiculous voice rising and falling to the same dull complaints and fears as usual. Nothing interesting, nothing new, nothing worth hearing ( ... )

isdazzled May 31 2009, 08:43:32 UTC

"Gary," she said at once in confused greeting, taking an involuntary step back as he stood. The high security rooms were so much smaller, and it was like she could feel the heat from his skin even from here, like he was a radiating ball of hot contempt. Her mind cut back to the glass solarium wall (but the beautiful courtyard was destroyed now), to Paul's cold fingers on her skin as he joked with Gary over Bella's fear and pain (but Paul was dead now), to the hot, heavy weight of Gary against her body, pushing her down, pressing inside ( ... )

relaxfriend May 31 2009, 08:54:15 UTC

Her backing away reminded Gary of a little white mouse scrambling to get back into it's hole. He stepped forward. "To talk, Bells. Is that a problem?"

He put his hands behind his back and leaned in closely. He trailed her features with his eyes, watching every muscle twitch and every jolt. There was a little satisfaction there from her reaction, but only a little; no matter Bella's talk, she still was smart enough to worry when he got near. To quake just a little.

He didn't hear her talking about how Saint Edelweiss had changed him now. Stepping back from her, he tilted his head to the side, still beaming viciously. Last time he'd been alone with her he had been filled with a colder sort of electricity. Now he twitched with a white hot hatred. This time it wasn't about Azula falling drunk in the other room. This time it was Bella cowering by the doorway that deserved every inch of his attention and disgust.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Gary chuckled. "I mean, correct me if I'm wrong-" His eyes dared her to correct him, to ( ... )

isdazzled May 31 2009, 09:12:16 UTC

This wasn't what she needed tonight. After Gary'd put any number of fears into her head -- fear of a forced abortion, fear of having her child taken away once it was born, a terrible fear that the baby wasn't real at all, fear of men, fear of men stepping close to her, of that electric smile in men's eyes -- she didn't need to see him. Not when she had spent all day out of sorts, fighting tears. Not when she discovered that Nagi, kind and decent Nagi, had been driven out of his mind with grief and loss that had occurred before he'd come here. And not with the echoes of his tenderly cared for doll's thin, staticky cries still buzzing in her ears.

"About what?" Bella said dully, her lips trembling, raising her gaze, up and up, to meet Gary's. "About our p-power dynamic? About how Edward," his beautiful name fell from her lips like a stone, "and my f-family sent me here? We were never really f-friends. We never used to t-talk ( ... )

relaxfriend May 31 2009, 09:21:59 UTC

"Now, now, Bella," Gary's voice stayed low, laced with the mockery of comforting patience. "Don't take back what you just said to me a few minutes ago." She was quivering. She couldn't look at him for more than a few seconds. "Unless, of course, you were lying to me?"

He stepped in closer again, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes drifted to her hand on the door. His smile turned into a smirk. He was only certain that she wouldn't run because she was too scared to run, to unsure of what would happen to her if she tried anything. Which was good. It was how she should feel. It was more appropriate than her attempts at defiance, at her frustrating little slivers of courage.

Bella only had those when there was some distance between them, though. And the cell was far too small for any of that.

Gary moved back to the bed, sitting on the corner of it. He leaned back, his back against the wall, and crossed his legs. He recrossed his arms over his chest and glanced at her. "I hope you didn't lie to me over the intercom. I must have ( ... )