Steven 'Sharpteeth' Durante (
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victory_road2020-07-01 10:50 am
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TEXT - backdated to the evening of 6/30 (cw: sibling death)
You would think that knowing for sure would make things better but it doesn't really.
It doesn't matter that she's got some good wraith friends or that Old Man Tsukiyomi's original is summoning her shade on the regular or that she doesn't blame me or that she knows now that goddamn piece of shit Fetch wasn't me.
She should be twenty-six twenty-seven something like that goddamn fairy time bullshit the point is that she's never going to be that old she's always going to be twenty-five right now twenty-five and dead.
You would have thought it would be good to see her over the weekend and it was but she's gone now and it's her birthday and everything hurts.
No matter how much I smoke Lydia it still hurts.
Fuck.
[Turns out you don't need an ion storm for what you thought were private messages getting sent to the network if you're intoxicated enough.]
It doesn't matter that she's got some good wraith friends or that Old Man Tsukiyomi's original is summoning her shade on the regular or that she doesn't blame me or that she knows now that goddamn piece of shit Fetch wasn't me.
She should be twenty-six twenty-seven something like that goddamn fairy time bullshit the point is that she's never going to be that old she's always going to be twenty-five right now twenty-five and dead.
You would have thought it would be good to see her over the weekend and it was but she's gone now and it's her birthday and everything hurts.
No matter how much I smoke Lydia it still hurts.
Fuck.
[Turns out you don't need an ion storm for what you thought were private messages getting sent to the network if you're intoxicated enough.]
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[Melissa pauses, eyeing the vodka bottle and deciding against it. She's never been a lightweight, but it's been years since she's actually been able to drink proper alcohol.]
Saw one murder the fuck out of a guy outside a building I was working at. Couldn't get it out of my head, only want to make it fuck me up less was to try and do something about it.
[Which almost certainly wound up fucking her up more in the long wrong.]
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... so you became a vampire hunter, [he guesses. He just looks at her then, for a long moment that stretches into two or three more before he says,] Right. Cool.
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[There's more to it than that- but she's not entirely sure she wants to share all of it.] Mostly our local section, who were all assholes to their core to the point of keeping slaves. [.....the slaves were werewolves so normally she didn't actually care but he doesn't need to know that.] Bastards actually tried to get us to help quash an uprising and when we refused, that's when I got kidnapped and turned.
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[And he does think he actually means it. That it's not just words. Maybe it's only because of finding out what happened to Charley, but he does have some level of investment in Melissa specifically in this moment.
And she is from his world. That would matter here.]
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[Melissa sighs, raking a hand through her hand.] ...I'm not gonna pretend I totally understand what happened with you, but I at least get what kind of position your sister wound up in and why that's fucking with you. It's shit you guys had to go through all that.
[that's about as close to a 'sorry' that melissa can really get to.]
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Yeah. And it's shit that that happened to you too.
[He sighs and shakes his head.]
God. Fuck vampires.
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[Melissa takes the vodka bottle and pours herself another shot, filling one for Steven as well.]
Fuck vampires.
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They suck. [HAH!]