From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Do you want me to tell them? Will that make you leave me alone about it? I'll fucking call them and tell them right now if you'll just.. stop. I don't want to do this," Tatum replied, her own voice rising more than she would usually allow. The only person she had ever spoken to like this had been Sera, but that was just.. routine, nothing like this.

"You're being just as much of an idiot as I am, you're just too stubborn to admit it," she muttered, sulking and dropping her head a bit, staring down at her sneakers, scuffing them gently in the grass. Her head lifted when Frankie spoke again. "What is that supposed to me? Is that like, a threat or something?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I don't think I can do this" Frankie shot back, giving her girlfriend a steely look.

"It's not a threat, I'm just saying you think I'm some big flat slut because I have more friends than you!" She turned away from Tatum and stared back at the dance hall.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

That stung. Tatum unknowingly mimicked Frankie, biting harshly on the inside of her cheek, trying to fight back any crying. It worked mostly, though she knew her eyes were welling up just the same, and she refused to turn back around. This was ridiculous, standing back to back like this in the middle of the commons, screaming at each other. When the fuck did that happen? She sniffed slightly, feeling more and more like crying the more she tried to hold it in.

"By all means, don't feel.. like, obligated or anything. I know it must be so hard for you to put up with me everyday, by the sounds of it," she murmured, sniffing again. "I don't care how many friends you have, and I never said you were a slut. I would never think that, I just.. don't know where I am on your priorities. Okay?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

Fucking Valentine's Day. It was a curse, surely this was evidence.

"Don't worry, you're not even on my priorities" Frankie muttered nonchalantly, staring up at the starry sky and concentrating on that instead of real life.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

She had been pretty proud of herself for holding it together up until that point, but that comment was enough to break the dam. "That's it then?" she asked, voice cracking. "Fuck you, see you later, it's been nice? You're done?"

It had been nice. It was still nice, even the anger. No one got her worked up like this, it was almost a scary feeling. It had to still be nice, they just needed to calm down. Or so she told herself.

The tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she tried not to make a sound, her shoulders shaking instead.

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Looks like it" Frankie replied in French, not even bothering with English. Another slap in the face, probably. This was better, she could self destruct without worrying about Tatum being caught up in it. She wasn't exactly in control these days.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

That was it then? Why did she have to be so nonchalant? Like she didn't even care? To Tatum, that was more frustrating. She knew Frankie cared, even if she tried to act as dark and brooding as she pleased. That she was trying to push her away hurt more than anything else.

"Well I'm not," she snapped somewhat shrilly, back still turned, shoulders trembling. "I'm not just giving this up and fucking up the whole thing! I'm not that much of a fucking stubborn asshole, unlike you right now," she continued, reaching up to wipe roughly at her face and eyes. She turned a bit, looking at Frankie's back.

"I'll talk to you when you're fucking reasonable."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"That'll be never then" Frankie shouted, taking a few steps away, unwittingly confirming how unreasonable she could be.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Fuck off," Tatum shouted back, surprising herself, and making her inhale sharply. She was gritting her teeth slightly. Being edge like this was strange, even when she and Sera had fought in the past, it had never been like this. It was like leaving it unresolved was going to drive her insane. She kept trying to drop it and go, but she felt rooted in place.

"Why are you being like this? I want to actually know. I want a real answer, right now."

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"I am fucking off!" At any other time it would have sounded funny but she was too grouchy to even seen the humour and carried on walking away.

"Because I'm fucking sick of everything" she yelled back at her girlfriend cruelly.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 06:06 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Frankie

"Whatever! Fine then, just fucking go already! Run away from everything, Frankie! You're so fucking deep and dark, I bet you don't feel a thing, right? Who fucking cares, right?" she yelled back, hands clenched into fists at her sides as she watched Frankie go. It was taking everything in her to not crumble under the pressure, just break down and run after her, beg to be forgiven. "I fucking waited for you, you asshole. I wanted you!"

She seemed to finally break her own attachment to the ground, hastily turning on her heel and stalking off in the opposite direction, crying more freely with each step, and eventually breaking into a run.