Post by Ada Ivy on Nov 25, 2014 16:57:51 GMT -5
What was she even doing, comforting her enemy? It was bad villain manners! She should be laughing her ass right down the hall by now, especially since eyes decided to overflow, but nooo. She was still here sitting with him. She was becoming a Disney villain. The kind that seemed big and bad but were really softies at heart. I’m a lotta things but soft ain’t one of ‘em. If she was soft there was no way she could have survived all that she has. Not the actual explosions and crashes and various bad situations, but the emotional toll all of it had. If she was soft she would have broken long ago like some fragile doll. But thankfully there were two things she wasn’t; fragile and doll-like. Hell, if anything she was more of a G-I Joe.
Didn’t he ever hear of the expression ‘let sleeping dogs lie’? Apparently not because he wouldn’t shut up. She thought she had gotten away free and easy after she kicked his oafish self out of her lab, content to never see him again unless forced to by her lovely new commander, but it would appear the universe had other plans. Really, Karma? What did I ever do to you? She sighed a little when she saw his eyes, back to normal for him. At least he was done crying, but that was the only ‘at least’ she could come up with. “Look, Frenchie, no hard feelings but there are things I’d prefer people to not know. You had no problems telling me stuff but that doesn’t mean it’s the same way for me.” There she went with the guarded tone again. But this time it sounded...sad. Wait, sad? Oh no no no. What could she have to be sad about? She had already established that she wasn’t going to tell him anything about herself that was that personal. It would be like admitting defeat and there was one thing Adalia Ivy didn’t do; lose.
But still, she had a nagging feeling in the pit of her gut like it wanted to eat her up. Was that...nah, it couldn't’t be. She didn’t do guilt; well, she was a master at guilting people but she had never had it directed at her. The first people that tried to do that got their teeth realigned and since then her only experience with the idiotic emotion was turning it on others as a type of psychological weapon into getting them to do what she wanted.
She pulled her knees a bit tight to her chest, setting her head on them and staring at the wall ahead of them like she was deliberately trying to not think about something and guard against whatever it was all at the same time. Which, if you thought about it, was easier said than done. To guard against something to had to be, well, on guard. You had to think about it and ponder where it was going to attack. But to not think about something you had to put it completely out of your thoughts.
“But you can still talk to me about...whatever this was….” She started, referring to his nightmares. “Just...don’t expect anything like that from me. Okay?” There, that should make it simple enough. He could talk to her about all his problems all he wished but she wasn’t going to utter a peep about hers. No matter what. She highly doubted he could make her actually do so anyways. Never mind the fact that she might have just wanted to.
Didn’t he ever hear of the expression ‘let sleeping dogs lie’? Apparently not because he wouldn’t shut up. She thought she had gotten away free and easy after she kicked his oafish self out of her lab, content to never see him again unless forced to by her lovely new commander, but it would appear the universe had other plans. Really, Karma? What did I ever do to you? She sighed a little when she saw his eyes, back to normal for him. At least he was done crying, but that was the only ‘at least’ she could come up with. “Look, Frenchie, no hard feelings but there are things I’d prefer people to not know. You had no problems telling me stuff but that doesn’t mean it’s the same way for me.” There she went with the guarded tone again. But this time it sounded...sad. Wait, sad? Oh no no no. What could she have to be sad about? She had already established that she wasn’t going to tell him anything about herself that was that personal. It would be like admitting defeat and there was one thing Adalia Ivy didn’t do; lose.
But still, she had a nagging feeling in the pit of her gut like it wanted to eat her up. Was that...nah, it couldn't’t be. She didn’t do guilt; well, she was a master at guilting people but she had never had it directed at her. The first people that tried to do that got their teeth realigned and since then her only experience with the idiotic emotion was turning it on others as a type of psychological weapon into getting them to do what she wanted.
She pulled her knees a bit tight to her chest, setting her head on them and staring at the wall ahead of them like she was deliberately trying to not think about something and guard against whatever it was all at the same time. Which, if you thought about it, was easier said than done. To guard against something to had to be, well, on guard. You had to think about it and ponder where it was going to attack. But to not think about something you had to put it completely out of your thoughts.
“But you can still talk to me about...whatever this was….” She started, referring to his nightmares. “Just...don’t expect anything like that from me. Okay?” There, that should make it simple enough. He could talk to her about all his problems all he wished but she wasn’t going to utter a peep about hers. No matter what. She highly doubted he could make her actually do so anyways. Never mind the fact that she might have just wanted to.