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.