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'cause oh i'm bleeding out inside; oh i don't even mind

He knows that she's realized what he'd done when her hand went to her neck; the hard line of her mouth. It's a sick power and he knows that. Knows it more than ever, now. Things could have been alright, he never would have known about any of this had he not taken blood from her. But that was how this went anytime before. He was a biter and he should have thought about what that could mean before he had let it come to this. Yet he didn't. He hadn't been thinking about anything aside from what he was feeling, going through the motions and letting his instincts take over. And they had gone too far. None of that can save him from what he's learned or what he feels. It's too late for that now; it's done.

She doesn't take his blood nor the memories offered up to her, but it was a long shot anyway. This doesn't bother him all that much, and he lets the wounds slowly heal over. The numbing feeling was taking over and it was settling through him as Echidna was getting dressed. Quinn doesn't move to do the same, but since when did that sort of thing matter to him? Too late to turn back now or say that it hadn't been done. Echidna was speaking and Quinn just listened to what was being said, because he had no where else to be and he wasn't going to run from any of this. There was no point in doing so. He doubted it could get any worse than it now was. What else was there? Nothing, not really. And it doesn't matter.

She was right when she said that part, and Quinn is uncertain on how much what she's explained bothered him in the first place. That hadn't been the worst part to him, but he doesn't say it just yet. She continued to speak, Quinn just let her go on and on about how she was feeling and what she was taking away from what had just happened. It wasn't the same things that he had taken from it, but he shouldn't be that surprised about it. No, he wasn't. He wasn't even feeling snappish about how backwards it was. She was bringing up his 'list', and while that was a subject he would get into in a moment, there was the first part that really needed to be addressed first and foremost. They couldn't go on otherwise.

Quinn gave her a look. "You think my anger is about those kids? I'm sore on the subject, sure. For obvious reasons, but that's not it. I'm not even mad at the idea of you fucking Cash, cause that's sort of meaningless to me. I'm pissed off because you couldn't be honest with me about any of it, Echidna. You hid it from me when we were starting out. Actually making a go of it." He shook hiss head. "And you can bring up my list all you want, but I told you about them and all my mistakes when I made them. And while that part is shitty as fuck, it's still not what hurts the most." And maybe she didn't know it, didn't see any of it when he did. So he'd have to explain it and she'd just tripped herself up again.

He didn't even want to say these thing aloud, but there was no reason to hold back now. "You blamed me for how you treated our children because you thought that loving them would turn me against you? You believed that I thought of that as weakness, so you pretended and you couldn't even tell me the truth about any of that. If you really wanted to be a mother to them, then you were already better than me. But you didn't want to be honest about any of it, and now you blame me, and that is why I'm so fucking mad. I told you early on that honesty was what I needed." He dipped his finger in the blood from where his wrist had been bleeding, using the blood to scribble something Irish over his arm idly.

Quinn paused in the motion. "If you had been the mother you wanted to be to them, I would have pretty much worshiped the ground you walked on. It doesn't pay to hide things." He peered back up at her, something cold and thoughtful in his gaze. "But hey, that's all in the past, right? Hide things all you want, whatever you want. Closed book, that's fine. I can live with that." A slow smile curled at his lips. "I'm still down to fuck if you want. I'll even keep the memory siphoning to myself; promise." Were the words, and he wiped excess blood from his mouth with his thumb and waited to see how she would react. He had no expectations whatsoever right now.

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