game over, man, game over

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Larxene is absolutely furious with herself.

She thought a long shower would calm her nerves, but it hasn't done a thing for her. Now she makes her way to the library instead, where she flops into the nearest armchair and stares blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

At least she was right about him. That has to count for something... but it doesn't change the fact that she broke. However it ended up becoming a competition, she lost.]

(("right about him" = "guessed right that she could get selfishprick off even though she's a chick". She didn't count on it working the other way around too.

EDIT, a year later: Erk. I didn't mean for this plot to come off as homophobic or as a "rape is love" thing. I feel like a horrible person for having fun with it please don't judge me aaaa))

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[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[was away getting a book and was going to sit in that armchair, but seeing its occupant, goes to flop down on another one instead.]

Something wrong, Lightning Bug?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[well there's just about the last person she wanted to see, even if he's not the same one.]

No. Go away.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Charming as ever.

[nope, not moving. He can't get any reading done out there.]

[cabalism.livejournal.com]

[someone silent is sitting nearby, his eyes locked on a book placed in his lap. he looks like he's draped in a large black blanket wrapped in rosary, fingers just barely peeking from the edges.]

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[leaning over her from behind]

Now here's a rarity. Something on your mind, Larx? You aren't maiming things?

[shareasky.livejournal.com]

[was in the library simply because he was scoping out the place, not because he, like, reads or anything] . . . You!

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[already there. Larxene's "graceful" landing on an armchair makes him raise an eyebrow. But he continues reading. Choice of the day? Sartre's "No Exit." The words are said in a nonchalant, faintly knowing tone:]

What happened?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[ignores him, then, but shifts the collar of her coat to hide the livid bruise on her neck]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[ah-ah-ah, already caught that. Ever so subtly snickers behind his book.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[glances at him, slightly curious about his unusual robe]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[glaaaare] Keyboy.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[twitches]

Gotta take a break now and then.

[cabalism.livejournal.com]

[peers over to her, then tilts his head.]

Something wrong?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[She should probably grab a book, if only to get people to quit bothering her.]

Nothing. Don't think I've read that one, how is it?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Besides not being able to get any peace? No.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

Decent. You would like the character of Inez, I believe.

[totally serious. Inez is a lesbian in that play, but also quite cruel.]

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[smirk]

Getting out of practice, I bet.

[cabalism.livejournal.com]

I was here first, if you're suggesting I take my leave.

[for a kid, he sure speaks pretty weird. probably the influence of Lulu, but he keeps on reading.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[grabs a book (hardcover, of course) off an end table and chucks it at him]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[and it's incinerated in a swirl of black flames before it hits him. But he's just reading, as if nothing happened.]

Pretty strong reaction for a "no."

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I would.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I was fine until you started bothering me.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

Mm. "Hell is other people" is probably one of the truest statements ever to come from fiction. [glances at Larxene, then goes back to the play.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

At maiming? How about I practice on your face?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Who, me? Why would I ever bother an untouchable porcelain princess like you.