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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:14 pm
God, that was such a ******** disaster.
Ursula curled up on her bed, her face in what seemed to be a permanent scowl. Her morning had already been shitty (well okay, any morning you wake up looking like the ******** Phantom of the Opera is a shitty morning) but having Audrey's unexpected visit had been the icing on the ******** cake for her. She was miserable, she was ugly, she was... depressed.
Curling up into a ball, she clutched to her pillow, the softness not proving to be any comfort at all to the agonizing pain on her cheek. Goddamn Castor, goddamn Linarite, goddamn Charonite, goddamn everything. Why did everything have to be so ******** difficult? Why was nothing going right?
He'd been invited over to Ursula's place for the day, not exactly sure what to expect and honestly not caring. The door was unlocked, and he had no shame with shouldering it open, ignoring the lazy stare of the half-sleeping Grendel as he slipped through the house. Knuckles rapped against the door of Ursula's room in a surprising display of decency before that door was pushed open as well, and the man lingered for a moment as he stared at the prone form of the woman on the bed.
"Seriously? What, where are the chocolates, the sad movies, the used tissues all over the place?" He questioned, leaning up against the frame with a little grin tugging at the corner of his lips, despite himself. It wasn't funny. Not really, anyway. Probably why it was pretty damn hilarious to him right now. Drew was expecting an answer, clearly, arms folding quietly as he waited.
The rap had startled her, Andrew's impending visit having been completely forgotten with the unexpected arrival of the wicked b***h of the Meadowview west. Her head shot up, immediately followed by a wince as her sore neck was not prepared for such sudden movement.
Still, she managed to keep herself propped up as she stared into the ever-handsome face of Andrew, who seemed to be finding amusement in her situation.
While Ursula refused to let anyone see her any less beautiful than she normally was, Andrew had always been a special exception to the rule. Drew, no, Obby, had always been there for her when times looked grim, just as she'd made sure to be there for him. He'd seen her at her worst and at her best, and clearly this was one of those former moments.
"Obby, tell me I'm pretty?" She said with a sulk, the words coming out before her brain could process them. "Lie to me, tell me I'm still beautiful, beneath all these terrible bruises."
Mm, a sight for sore eyes, his less-than-faithful lady, and his gaze trailed across her bruised visage, musing. So she found a match for herself, bit off more than she could chew; last he remembered was that she'd been flouncing about as Sailor Nea, or whatever she'd chosen to call herself.
"Of course you're pretty." He practically purred, shifting over to the bed so he could take a seat without invitation, rolling his shoulders some. "But it's also a little pathetic, seeing you like this, Nea. The hell happened to you? Finally broke you for good?" Cruel to prod her like that, maybe, but Drew was honestly curious and a little less than sympathetic as of late.
Well, he could try. For Nea's sake.
One hand reached out to idly take her own, bringing it to his lips so he could trace her slender fingers. "Start from the beginning. Tell me if I need to get some booze first though."
"You're an a**, Obby."
Her words lacked their usual tease, lacked emotion of any sort, really. In truth, she was tired, tired and exhausted and miserable from everything that had happened, tired of wondering what the future had in store for her with the mysterious orders Charonite had yet to give her and Hematite. Well, to her at least, should Hematite fail to off that silly Tisiphone or whatever her name was.
The bed bounced slightly as he landed on it, and she didn't resist as he took her hand in his, quickly moving herself to lean against the younger man, careful not to press any of her bruises as she did so.
"No," she huffed, recalling the empty bottle of vodka still lying on the kitchen sink, "I drank it all already. Goddamn senshi, goddamn star seeds, goddamn me."
Her weight pressed harder against him, her mind elsewhere as he played with her fingers. God, the whole thing was just ridiculous.
"I met with Astraea again." She started with a bitter tone, jumping far too ahead into the story, "After Castor managed to take down both Hematite and then myself. Charonite had to show up and pull him off of me. Obby, he had to pull that little shithead off of me, I was that weak."
Her face turned, her eyes meeting the carpet of her bedroom floor. She'd known she was weak before going into that battle, but Ursula hadn't had the faintest clue that she was that weak, thanks to her prior engagements with senshi and the authorities days upon weeks before. One little bratty kid had taken her down, nearly killed her, even. "He pulled him off of me and Astraea came. She... she nearly killed me."
Silence filled the air, the last sentence lingering. The thought had plagued her mind ever since she'd gotten home. If it hadn't been for Charonite, she would have died. Oh what a ******** rotten situation, no wonder he wanted her a** out of Hillworth.
He only offered a grin as she stated what they both knew, unphased by the lack of... well, enthusiasm that she was choosing to show. There was a slight shift in posture as he accepted her weight, settling a gentle arm around her waist if only to convey that, for now, his attention was all hers. "No? Damn." Farewell, brave vodka, they'd had many fond nights. Its sacrifice would not go on in vain.
The man leaned back a little as he pieced together her vague story, arching a brow. "Castor did? After I saved that little ******** for you?" So much for that! Should have nipped it in the bud, but ah well. He had enough sense to keep quiet as she went on, mulling over the information. Charonite himself? No wonder her mood had gone to hell.
"She nearly did, but she didn't." He reminded her, brushing off the fact that yes, death had been right on her doorstep. "And that means another chance for you to grow strong again, to beat the s**t out of her and her little fags next time you see them. Right?" He shook her shoulders a little, gently.
"Charonite wouldn't have given two craps about you if he showed all the way up there. Unless you want to disappoint him..." He mused aloud, wanting to see if that could rile her up.
She sat there quietly, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his arm around her, her mind deep in thought over his words. Nearly was still too close for her own liking, nearly leaving this world and departing into a world of darkness, a world without beauty, without makeup, without people like Obby or Charonite or Grendel or...
Shifting where she sat, her head shook itself gently, waves of soft orange hair gently moving as her head turned. "No, I don't think there's going to be a next time, Obby."
Refusing to look at him, it was now her turn for her fingers to absentmindedly play with his. How long had they known each other? Three, four years? She and Andrew had history together, before either of them had arrived in Destiny City. It was a wonder how they'd both managed to end up as they had, but a comfort nonetheless. They'd aged, matured (or at least she had, in her opinion), and dealt with things together, including the new scary world of the Negaverse. True, they'd had their differences and had grown apart, but in the end it was still Ursula and Drew that sat there, and Ursula had contentment with knowing her friend was there for her if she needed him.
But if she was to be sent away... would that end? Who was to say where Charonite would send them? Would she remain in the city, remain in contact with those she knew? She didn't have many living relations but the few she did have she hoped to keep for as long as possible.
"He's sending me away," she said quietly, her head tucking itself under his chin, "He hasn't said where, and won't until he's ready. But he's sending me with Khaldun, now that Sailor Nea is dead to the world."
Disappointing Charonite. Now there was a concept not unfamiliar to her. Try as she might, the man never seemed to be satisfied, despite whatever eager efforts she made to please him. She wanted to please him, that was apparently evident to everyone but him. How many times had she been teased, how many times had she been mocked over her dedication to the General-King, her neverending quest to gain his approval?
"I don't know why he was there," she finally said, flatly, "But I'm sure he's disappointed. He even said it himself, he would have gotten Astraea if he hadn't had to deal with my limp carcass. Hmph."
A brow arched wordlessly at her statement, weighing the likelihood of it being truthful, or just a stab for pity. The latter would get her nowhere, and he knew she knew that. Truth, then? A strange truth indeed. To think he'd have been so pleased to hear that only a few weeks ago, would have laughed to figure out that finally she'd slipped up and crashed.
Somehow, this felt different.
His gaze dropped almost obediently to her fingers as they twined around and slipped through his own, silent, but calm. For all she got under his skin, she was still Ursula, still closer to him than most on a level he couldn't quite describe. He could hate her, surely, but the sensation always faded with time, and they found themselves in the same situation all over again. Perhaps that was why Drew blinked momentarily with surprise as she revealed that she'd be leaving--her and Hermy, no less. The surprise concealed itself then, grew flat and uninterested.
"If he's sending you both, then it isn't a punishment. He's killed for less." He mused aloud, knowing that kindness didn't concern itself on Charonite's schedule. The man--more a demon than a man--didn't care. He just didn't. The Negaverse was everything, and though he could sit with his thumb up his a** and bawl about how much of a ******** failure they all were, he had little choice but to suck it up and deal. Until he didn't. And then they were dead.
"Don't be stupid, Nea." He scoffed, rolling his eyes a little. "If he'd had wanted Astraea... if he could have really gotten her... ask yourself; you think he cares enough about you to tend to you first?" Harsh? Maybe. He could have softened it, but didn't care enough to extend the effort. She could fantasize all she wanted, cling to hopeless dreams, but reality had proved time and time again that it was a cold, cutthroat b***h.
"Well, what the ******** am I good for, Andrew?" She shot back, the situation serious enough in her opinion to warrant using the name he never went by, "He let me go from Hillworth to be replaced by a couple of... couple of ******** senshi! How the hell is that supposed to make me feel, knowing that I'm apparently not good enough or cut out for this kind of s**t?"
Her mood was sour, self-pity evident. His comforting hold was becoming less comforting the more upset she became, twisting around to stare into his eyes. "You have Shitcakes. You get s**t done. Hematite.. he's..." she paused, catching herself before revealing the secret that had nearly slipped, "He's favored, that's well and obvious enough, else he'd have been killed long ago. I'm losing it, Obby. The Sailor Nea bit has been the only ******** good thing in the past while, but now that THAT's over with, I'm ******** useless. Castor and Astraea escaped because of me. I should have been able to kill Castor, should have been able to rip out his star seed like I've seen you do to so many people."
Tears had welled up in her eyes by this point, her expression forlorn. Obsidian had a point; Charonite should have taken the opportunity to kill Astraea when he did... so why didn't he leave her to do so? The question had stumped her before but had been pushed aside; now it returned to haunt her. She couldn't kid herself any more, the man was strictly business, always <********> business, never a thought for anything but himself and the Negaverse and that <********> crystal woman he was always staring at. No, he probably got too cocky, too cocky as Nea had with Castor, and let the prize slip by. There was no other reason. No other ******** reason, no matter what her daydreaming fantasies might argue.
"It's probably good that I leave," she concluded, her moping once again picking itself up, "******** useful I've been. I can't even make myself look good anymore. Goddamn bruises everywhere."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:59 pm
"Crying, these days." The man retaliated with a grin, his eyes starting to glitter a little with amusement. "Exactly. A couple of ******** senshi. You really think he prefers them over you? Little bitches awakened by Astraea herself?"
All right, all right, enough was enough . Drew firmly seized her by the shoulders as she went on and own with her self-pity-o's, and gave her a shake that could have been considered unkind. "So what? You ready to juts give up? That's really gonna turn him on, babe, knowing you're throwing in the towel when you don't even know where the hell he's sending you yet." He did chuckle briefly at the mention of Castor, a little leer pulling at the corner of his lips while he leaned in. "If a roach can survive an atomic bomb blast, well... I wouldn't be too concerned about him. He nailed me pretty good, but I saved him for later..." For Nealite, in fact, but he wasn't going there.
His tongue clicked against his teeth at her for a moment before he hauled her into his lap, bruises or no, and let his chin nest lightly against the crown of her head. "You cleaned up just fine the last time." Drew chided with a lazy grin, staring off at nothing. "Still think you're fretting over nothing. Just chill out. Get more booze. Enjoy the time off."
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:11 am
She was nearly ready to snarl at him for grabbing her, shaking her when she hurt so ******** bad all over, but she resisted. Her experience with cat fighting paled in comparison to how ruthless he could be, how ******** over most of his victims usually were once he was through with them.
All she could do, then, was stare coldly at him, her bottom lip frozen in a sulk. She hated feeling useless, she hated feeling worthless. Ursula knew of the whispers other had said about her, others bold enough to say the insults to her face (thank you Linarite). She was weak, she didn't have the weapon or the skill to take on a senshi one on one unless there was a clear advantage.
She could clean up. She could put makeup on, but what the ******** good was that going to do if the cycle was just going to repeat itself?
Taking a deep breath, she finally nodded her head. She didn't agree completely with what he said, but she did know that fretting wasn't going to help this situation. God damn it, all of these stupid wounds were getting to her, all of this pain and humiliation was tearing at her, and she didn't know how to control it, she didn't know how to stop it from hurting.
"I'm sorry. I know I'm acting foolish. I just... I want to be helpful. I want to be able to do something, instead of relying on others to get the job done."
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:34 pm
"Mm." Drew appraised her wordlessly for a moment, as though trying to deduce whether she meant it or just wanted to stop him from shaking her about like a limp doll. Still, her words had struck a chord with him, and the man looked thoughtful now.
"Well... Then this could be your chance." He hauled her a little more firmly into his lap, tongue clicking against his teeth. "You'll be on your own now... 'sides Hermy. AKA, you're on your own now." He dismissed the presence of the other kid without having to think twice about it, mulling. "Whatever his plan is, I'm sure you'll find out. Or, you know, not." There was a grin at that last bit, and he tilted his head slightly as he stared down at her.
"If they don't want us to get our asses kicked by the ******** senshi, I can't imagine they'll keep us this vulnerable for long." Drew said more seriously, a thumb reaching out to slide over one bruised cheek. "Who knows? Maybe you'll get a hairdryer next..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:29 pm
Too true, this would definitely prove to be a chance that she could go out on her own, accomplish something herself. Ursula had never felt prouder than she did while wearing those ridiculous pigtails and fuku. When she'd been Sailor Nea, she'd been unstoppable. Causing trouble, stealing seeds in broad daylight, terrorizing the ******** City until everyone knew and dreaded her name.
A smug smile slowly started creeping its way onto her face as she recalled all the headlines and articles that had mentioned her, the photographs that covered the newspapers and the endless amounts of youtube links. She'd been able to do most of that s**t on her own, and look how far she'd gotten! Perhaps, after all, this would only prove to be yet another endeavor she could succeed in doing (for the most part) on her own?
Wiggling slightly to make herself more comfortable on his lap, she pressed her back against him, listening to his reasoning as he touched her cheek. At the hairdryer comment, though, his thumb received a deserving bite before she let go with a grin.
"How about I get Shitcakes and you get the worthless mirror, this time?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 8:06 pm
He'd allow it, allowing his chin to settle gingerly against the top of her head while she seemed to preen a little. Nothing like a bit of ego stroking to get her back on her feet, huh? Typical woman. Drew was so lost in thought that it wasn't until teeth closed around his thumb that he jerked a little, his first instinct being to smack the s**t out of her. But, she didn't bite, and he had better control of himself than that, snorting at her even as he withdrew his unscathed hand.
"You think you can even lift Shitcakes?" Drew laughed, nipping at her ear even as he stretched a little. "Sure, why the hell not? Just have to buy a new one every time I crack it over someone's face." Wouldn't be so bad. Emasculating as hell, sure, but he could make do!
Looking thoughtful for a moment, his chin resettled itself on her shoulder this time, a hum rumbling through his chest. "Gonna have to keep me updated, whatever he has you doing... Unless it's something you'd normally only see in a porno, course..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:46 pm
"You're disgusting."
She shook her head, the smile unable to stay hidden, despite the soreness of her face, her body, ********, everywhere. Drew had to be right... she was just being silly. Dramatic. Things would be okay, in the end, and she'd come back to Destiny City after whatever it was that Charonite had in store for her.
Gently removing herself from his lap, mindful of his chin, she pulled away and stood up, turning around to face him. One hand pulled at his, beckoning for him to get up with her.
"C'mon. While I may not have booze, I can still make a mean grilled cheese."
Granted, it was nothing compared to comforting alcohol, but sitting in here any longer would only amount up to more baw's and whines. And Ursula didn't need bawing, Ursula didn't need whining. She needed to man up and take her assignment like a good Lieutenant should.
Everything would be okay.
It just... well, it had to be.
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