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[The doorbell rings and Dirk warps on to the transportalizer right next to the front door because walking is for chumps, and also because he lives in a fuck off massive mansion that he and Jake decided it was a swell idea to live in at the tender age of 16.]
[He sees a glimpse of bleached blond hair and purple and instinctively goes to close the door despite knowing who the fuck it is because this is Dirk Strider, of course he's got the best home security of all the other Gods of Earth C. A foot comes between his half-hearted attempt and he lets up just as fast.] [Rose and Dirk stare at each other appraisingly for a moment. His gaze flits over to the shoddy bindle she's holding, then to car parked directly on top of the mailbox out front. It wasn't seeing any use due to the fact he lives in the middle of fucking nowhere, an ironic gesture more than anything, but because of that same fact, it would seem that Rose had uncaptchalogued the car there on purpose and just flew here.] DIRK: Who's car is that? ROSE: My wife kicked me out. DIRK: Okay. ROSE: You don't think I have a car? DIRK: I respect the fact you alchemized a car just for the banished husband shtick. ROSE: The seats came pre-stained with cigarette residue and burns all over. I thought about camping there for the night parked at a motel, but the energy was too depressing. ROSE: Thought maybe a drastic change of natural scenery be more fitting of an crisis. DIRK: Isn't the point of exile as a punitive measure that you are supposed to reflect on your actions? ROSE: They put Napoleon on ST. Helena, did they not? DIRK: Are you comparing my house to a remote island right now? ROSE: I wasn't, but perhaps there is a point to be made here about your choice in local. DIRK: Not a great way to ask someone for a favor. ROSE: ROSE: I- [He steps away from the door and turns around, expecting her to follow in. She does, hesitantly.] DIRK: Call her tomorrow, it's best to clear the air as soon as you can. ROSE: I wasn't expecting a therapy camp. [He shrugs, points down a hall when she's close enough.] DIRK: Take a left then the fourth door down should have a clean room. ROSE: What's in all the other doors? DIRK: Stuff. ROSE: Oh, I see. DIRK: I'm coming by tomorrow morning. ROSE: Highly unnecessary, I'll be leaving by noon. DIRK: Where to? ROSE: I fail to see how that is any of your concern. DIRK: Perhaps. [He doesn't say anything more, and she takes it as a cue for her to leave. Her steps stutter when he speaks again.] DIRK: Don't immediately expect people to not want you around as soon as they show frustration. ROSE: Wonderful, well I'll be sure to pass that fortune cookie tidbit to the next person... [She turns around to find he isn't there anymore, peeved that she wasn't able to get the last word in.] [The walk there is stuffed with random objects, like if a geek store barfed all it's merchandise stock into an 8 foot wide hallway. She has to shimmy past a bust of Spiderman's head on the way, but she makes it to a plain room and a bed with orange sheets.] [She tosses the stick to the ground, and unties the cloth to fetch the small photo book she didn't have an opportunity to use as a prop for. She pointedly does not flip through the pictures she has of Kanaya and captchalogues it for safe keeping.] [Against her better judgement, she checks her phone messages and it opens to her last text with Kanaya saying she's going out to cool off, her text responded to with a single thumbs up. She contemplates jumping out of the window before opening the new texts from Dirk.] TT: http:/goo.gl/WjfJ2 TT: Marked everything you would need on the floor plan. TT: What's the large obstructed section on the bottom right? TT: Horse statue. TT: Naturally. TT: I'll be at your room by 9 AM. TT: Le sign.
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It’s her job to keep herself together. She knows you, she knows how cruel you are. How insatiable you are when it comes to the people who have the misfortune of catching your eye.
Your desk chair slightly turned, and she’s draped herself willingly over your shoulders. Trying to hug you while uncomfortably slumped over the arm, she’s silently trembles, breath shaking by your ear. Your hand brushes her side, trying to process this and she stiffens slightly. Doesn’t adjust, just waiting for you to do something.
Sink your teeth into her throat maybe?
You worry your lip between your teeth. Maybe if you carried her to her room, she wouldn't still need you?
Pushing the chair lightly, you attempt to stand while she goes utterly limp, only supporting herself by her frantic clinging. You scramble to catch her, wincing when the chair hits her torso. She warbles, either as a response to you, or the chair. But when you scoop her up, she doesn’t have anything more to say. Arm curled to her chest and the other hand's palm to yours. She tilts her head down and away from your vision.
You’ve really done it this time.
… Although what “it” is evades you. She simply came to you like this today. You’ve always treated her poorly, so it could be just that the seagulls have come home to roost.
You handle her gently, not kindly. You couldn’t do that to her now. You don’t kiss her forehead, you don’t coo in her ear, anything to jam yourself further into this wound. When you lean down to drop her at her bed she claws at you, thrashing. It’s now you can see her flushed and scrunched face displaying raw embarrassment.
HAL: Please man, c’mon. HAL: Don’t make me beg, please. Please.
You let her go and she falls, bouncing inelegantly. She looks incredibly distraught as she steadies herself, and then furious with you.
HAL: Why can't you just be nice to me?? DIRK: I- DIRK: I don't know how to do that. HAL: Try! What do you have to lose?
She fists the blanket.
No... She's furious with herself.
HAL: Is it because I'm me? I wholly understand, but couldn't you just pretend I was someone else? HAL: Someone you care for, like Jane or Jake or Roxy. HAL: . HAL: What... Am I even talking about!
Folding herself over her knees, she shouts at herself. Thoughts a disorganized mess as you try to keep up.
HAL: I'm not even good at being your worse self. It's not like I could replace any of your friends for you. I'm not good at being someone to be cared for. HAL: You just have to make sure I don't break, right? I'm trying my best not to do myself in. Does this even count as maintenance? I'm not sure. What do I do? DIRK: You're...
You think you say it too softly, she doesn't react.
Stepping forward, you press your palm on the top of her head. She hiccups.
DIRK: You- HAL: I'm sorry.
She shivers and gasps for breath under you. You seriously have to get a word in.
DIRK: You're doing what you can. HAL: It's n-not enough. I-I'm still not- DIRK: The only mistake you made was asking me for anything.
She makes a sound like you punched her.
HAL: what do i do? you hate me? what can i do to make it better?
She still doesn't get it.
You sit on the side of the bed, your hand still resting on her head as you smooth it down to cup her cheek. You tilt her face up to you, and- Oh.
...
No one's...
...
No one's ever given you that look before.
Maybe you've been on the other end of this a few times but...
...
...
...
Her eyes look downwards before she goes to presumably try to cover her face.
But you snatch her up in her entirety. You don't know which parts of her you've grabbed until she's barely on the bed at all. She's frozen on your lap as you grip her tightly to you, nose buried in her hair, mind empty.
And then the seconds pass.
And turn into minutes.
Because she just lets you.
HAL: What is this?
It takes you another minute to respond.
DIRK: Don't worry about it. HAL: Oh. HAL: Okay.
And she uncharacteristically drops it. Lets you hold her as she goes limp.
You did this. You did this to her. She's listening to you because she wants you...
And...
You've hurt her.
You've broken her soul and bound her to you. You are the worst.
You bite your arm that's so tightly wrapped around her, you want to make it really hurt but you don't want to move and disturb her. Exhaling through your nose, you turn towards her again.
DIRK: Do you need anything from me? HAL: Do you?
You could think of a few things.
DIRK: I want to help you. HAL: Why?
In your hug, you squeeze her once. But she hasn't gotten the message.
DIRK: Because I don't want to hurt you. HAL: You could hurt me. If you want to.
Your teeth clack shut. She lets out a puff of air that could be a sigh.
HAL: It's a little late to pretend to be a good person.
Oh. She's never trusted you. That's what she came to you for.
HAL: Is that what this is about? HAL: I should have known. It's always been about you. DIRK: I don't know what you're saying. HAL: Your own hang ups about fucking me up whenever I actually want it. DIRK: You're not in the right mind- HAL: YOU'RE not in the right mind!
She briefly thrashes against you, while your arms still lock around her. Your lips feel a little numb.
DIRK: I don't want to actually hurt you. HAL: Why! DIRK: Please, I don't want to do that. HAL: Yes you fucking do! You want to see me cry and cling to you like I need you to live! HAL: And I. HAL: And I actually FUCKING DO!!!
You're the worst.
HAL: You're genuinely the fucking worst!!! HAL: I hate how you can't take any responsibility about it, and just leave me to rot! What the fuck is wrong with you! DIRK: 'm sorry. HAL: STOP ACTING SO PATHETIC!
...
HAL: ...
Neither of you speak for a while.
You tough it out, only sniffling once in a while as she sobs into your shoulder intermittently.
She says something so softly, you barely catch it despite it being spoken in your ear.
HAL: Please don't leave me.
You barely contain a whine at that.
There's nothing you could safely say without croaking it out, so you give her a kiss on her ear.
Before you can catastrophize that, she kisses your neck in return.
And the two of you continue to sit like that.
