âTalk to me.â
RP starters: Miscellaneous angst
@whcwashe.
        (  there's a bitter sound that rises from the bowels of zeon's throat.  honestly, he's so accustomed to situations like these he doesn't even bother to discuss things anymore.  he knows how he can be and knows that a lot of people don't agree with it.  but he's been living in nola for ten years now and there were sins he's committed in this length of time that he hasn't anywhere else and he's no regrets about any of them.  )
        â you don't want to talk this out, sweetheart.  that's the last thing you want.  you don't want to hear all the details and what was going through my mind at the time.  because all it'll cause you is more heartache.  i never claimed to be a good man, never in a thousand years.  i know what i did.  i'm not about to make excuses.  i'm also not going to stop you from walking out that door either. â
        (  he pushes to his feet; fully expecting her to throw every word in the book at time.  call him names.  cuss him out.  sticking his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat, he merely awaits the inevitable.  a glance around the darkened area, the lights casting brightness into holes of blackness.  like parts of new orleans were being swallowed up whole.  he wasn't sure what was worse, the scenery or this conversation.  )
        (  however, there might be a slight twinge of difference here.  a lingering.  he wasn't sure he wanted her stepping away, stepping out of his life.  usually, he wasn't going to change who he is.  and damn, he hasn't known liv long at all -- but there's something about her that's actively making him want otherwise.  and he swears just under his breath, balling a hand into a fist, the nearby streetlight sending a golden glint off his ring.  )
