the burr to your rose

“Well, learn. I refuse to be further embarrassed by your emotional outbursts, Artemis. You’re a black spot on my family’s name without them,” she sneered.

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task 2: part 1/3

if she ignored everything that she was feeling would it just go away? the guilt was almost suffocating, the cruel words that she had said to axl swirled around in her mind nearly constantly. maybe if she just tried to forget, it would all stop. “definitely the pinot meow,” she choked out, forcing a smile for a second before dropping it. she could forget, she would - “i already failed axl,” she sobbed. nope, that forgetting thing wasn’t going to work after all.

Atropa loathed not being in control - not being the one who made the rules, and right now she wasn’t about to give up an inch of that ground. “Oh well why don’t we make it more fun then?” she asked, a dark idea immediately coming to mind as the empty hand came up to stroke at Eva’s face. “You’d look so pretty covered in blood - red really is a good colour on you.”

Atropa was terrified of everything that was happening, and left at least for now at a complete standstill. Unsure of what to do or how to deal with the emotions that were constantly threatening to overwhelm her. “For five fucking seconds can you just let people feel and act genuinely or is that too much for you?” she asked, question flying from her mouth before she even thought about it. She didn’t take the hand, and refused to apologize but did follow her to the closet. Leaning into the soft fabric, she took a deep breath into an attempt to calm herself down. “That sounds great.”

atropa was half asleep on the floor - because sure the house was technically a crime scene but apparently levins police department didn’t give a fuck. a cat laid on top of her shoulder and bork was nearby having recently been fed ( a steak but still that was food, right? ). she definitely didn’t expect to hear footsteps. “oh hey claire, did you crash here last night?” she asked, nose slightly crinkling in confusion.

“This isn’t a game anymore, you horrid bitch.” Fingers clenched the empty wine bottle tightly enough that her knuckles turned white, and for a moment she remembered the violent smash of the bottle that she thrown at Karley. “And if you can’t accept that, go see a doctor.”

[ read: 2:04pm ]

“nothing - not even sex is getting me away from these kittens right now,” she answered, shaking her head slightly so that her hair would fall into her face, hiding the streaks that the tears had left. “they need love and attention and cat wine! and i’m supposed to take care of them and make sure they don’t get hurt and when i fail it’s all my fault.”

Atropa: i'm going home!!!!!

ATROPA: AHHHHNFJVDF I HATE THIS AND I WANNA LEAVE

ATROPA: This had better not be a fucking joke, I will personally dismember you.

ATROPA: THE HECKITY FUKN JJJJJJJJJJ

“way to assume my thoughts, angelica!” atropa pouted, still slightly hungover and annoyed after the events of last night - mix that with the worry from what had happened to axl and atropa was not a happy camper. “i just wanted your help picking an outfit to go visit one of my best friends in the hospital but i should have known that i couldn’t trust you!”