dianna d. dobbs (babyd) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-10-24 13:45:00

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arista sykes, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, delilah spinnet, dianna dobbs, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, gaspard shingleton, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, iwan quigley, kendall broadmoor, ludo bagman, marissa shimpling, max fancourt, michal conway lynch, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, phoebe smethwyck, rose knightley, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, thomas mccormack

POSTED FOR SATURDAY~ Sinners & Saints Ghost Train!

As the country side rushed by outside the window, Dianna could feel her pride grow with each passing second. She wasn't one to admit that she bragged about her achievements, but it would be a lie to think that she was not going to be boasting at how overwhelmingly amazing this event had turned out to be. The turn out had been far more than anticipated, the musicians that varied through every other cart were fantastic and livening up the mood---there were even ghosts of old conductors and passengers floating through the carts and having the time of their after-lives scaring the guests.

It was to be a fun, fantastic, frightful night. Dianna was beside herself with excitement, and she tugged her skirt down a bit and went on a search for a friendly face to interact with. Merlin, she'd really out done herself this time, she thought amusing as a cart-wide sized cobweb magically unspun to let her pass.

Dianna flipped a golden curl over her shoulder, smirking greatly. She was so brilliant.

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flower
2012-10-30 12:25 am UTC (link)

His simple stares only fueling her more, and Rose quickly jumped toward him as he fell back. No, no, he wasn't going to slither away from this, he didn't just get to say things like that and depart as if it had been strictly talk of the weather. Her face twisted aggressively--- how could he just look at her like that?! It made her want to scream, it made her want to hit him more, knock out this absurd being that was obviously possessing Octavius Pepper until the one she knew returned. But was that--- did he not exist anymore?

"But it bothered me!" her voice cracked as she spoke, now jabbing her hand into her own chest. "It bothered me, why don't you understand that?! Regardless of what it was, anything at all, you don't keep going on about it because it bothered me." Rose threw her hands down, pressing herself close to him as her words were tempered and hushed. There was still a vague awareness in the back of her mind that they were in public. And she understood, now, what he was saying, but that didn't change the aftermath effect of it all. He made her feel humiliated, like a fool that couldn't function properly, or one that needed extra attention from other men--- and he wouldn't even let it go for her.

Her blood was at a practical boil as he continued. Her eyes widened, but in a manner reminiscent of a predator spotting it's prey. What was wrong with him? How could he--- possibly blame her for attempting to rebuild--- "I belong to you but I'm that one that's controlling?" Rose let out incredulously, so angry she couldn't even manage to find humor. "Which one is it, Octavius?! I can't be below you and force you to do only what I want the whole time!" She shook her head furiously, and without thinking roughly shoved her hands on his chest to push him back.

And, to add insult to injury, he kept going, making her feel practically delusional. Rose's next words came out quickly, as she didn't even think about them.

"Because you don't love me!" Rose snapped hotly, and immediately began to feel feverish tears sting her eyes. She had be feeling--- thinking, even before this fight had blown up into what it was, that her feelings toward him had become--- more than his for her, but it hadn't--- it had been too painful to focus on, so she had buried it down deep-- "This isn't love because you don't love me," she repeated, her voice finally seeming to quell.

She felt her body begin to shake, and her previous misery begin to creep back into her bones. Covering her face with her hands, Rose shook her head and continued, because she must. "I told you, in your office, I do feel--- didn't you believe me?" Whether or not he would understand that she meant taking responsibilities for her actions, she didn't know, but the spark within her had vanished, so she couldn't go on further now.

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dinglealltheway
2012-10-31 02:01 am UTC (link)

All he felt now was sick and miserable. Octavius could hear the words she was saying, feel how angry and frustrated and perhaps even a little desperate herself she was, but he hadn't the strength to match her. From the rehashing of his well-executed but still disgusting display earlier, to the same old arguments that they always seemed to be having, his urge to correct, to protest, to anything was fast fading.

It wasn't until the shove, when his back hit the wall and the strings on his guitar twanged, that anything she was saying struck a true chord in Octavius, but it wasn't because she touched him. Did a wizard act as if possessed by a madman solely because hishonour or dignity had been compromised? Did a man who acted like Octavius had been do so because of the inherent betrayal of such an act, or because the betrayal made a mockery of something else… something deeper… something like… love?

Was that what this was? Was that why he felt so ripped apart inside, and why any sense of rationality appeared to have left him?

If that were true, if this was the moment he'd picked for such a realisation—the whole idea of it served only to further sicken him. If that proved to be the reason behind his essential meltdown, Octavius felt absolutely no relief at its discovery. And he could not continue to stand here like this, locked in the middle of a fight with a furious Rose.

"I can't do this," Octavius choked out, shaking his head and twisting out and away from her. "We can't—can't do this."

He met her eyes briefly as he now backed away, sure a pleading expression crossed his face. "I'm sorry," he said, and spun quickly around, long legs making quick work of the small carriage. He glanced up just in time to see Thomas entering the carriage from the same direction, and jerked his head away as they were about to pass. He needed to keep walking. That's all he needed to do, just keep walking, just get air, just—get away.

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thomases
2012-10-31 02:29 am UTC (link)

He let Octavius brush by him, stopping in the middle of the aisle as his eyes caught sight of Rose. She looked murderous, and it didn't take a former Ravenclaw to put together what had transpired. Or, at least, figure out that there had been a fight of sorts between the two exes that had not gone so well. He and Kendall had parted to find their respective dates and now Thomas felt extremely guilty for losing Rose in the crowd. If he had been here when Octavius did or said whatever it was to make Rose look about ready to kill, Thomas was sure he would have been tossed off the train.

'He' being himself or Octavius, he wasn't sure.

"Whoa," Thomas said, catching Rose by the shoulders as she tried to swiftly move past him. There was no way he was going to let her go after her ex, not with that sort of look in her eye. Thomas braced himself for some shrill screaming and a bit of smacking around, but it was something he'd grown used to over the years of being Rose's friend and confidant. "You can't go after him."

She couldn't. It wasn't healthy. Thomas knew very well how obsessing over someone who'd broken your heart could mess a person up, how trying to fix something irreparable tore at you in a million different ways, and he refused to let Rose go through the same thing. It would take time to accept and move on, but the least he could do was push her in the right direction.

"Let him go," Thomas said, his words heavy. He tried to catch her gaze, keeping his hold strong.

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flower
2012-10-31 03:19 am UTC (link)

"Yes I can!" Rose snapped, moving about wildly within Thomas' grasp. She brought her knees forward, digging her heels into the ground in an attempt to spring forward, to follow Octavius, because who did he think he was just running away? What a coward, a bloody cowardly lion that was no different from the rest of them---

"Yes I---" But now Thomas was blocking her view too much, and she could no longer tell how far Octavius had gone, or even if he was still present in the carriage. No no no! In what world was he allowed to run away, after what he had done to her, with just a sorry. Sorry! Hadn't that just minutes ago been inexcusable? Only when she said it.

“Let go of me--- Thomas!” She roughly brought her hands to his wrists, vainly trying to break his fast grip. He did not know, he hadn’t just heard--- he wouldn’t be--- you didn't just flee from a fight--- what he had said, what he had done-- Rose let out a loud high-pitched shriek as she realized she could move no further. He would get away just like he wanted.

“This isn't over!” she began to shout over Thomas' shoulder, disinterested in any people around them, or with the possibility that Octavius had gone out of earshot. “WE’RE NOT DONE!” Her voice reached a near screech, with one last surge of energy. How could he do this to her, after everything, the entirety of their relationship, and he just---

For a split second, Rose's wild movements stopped. She understood Thomas' weighty tone, and his simple words felt too hefty to bare. She couldn't, she couldn't, that was the problem--- finally, he caught her eye and-- she burst into tears after a few moments of exchanged silence. What else-- what else could she do but nosily sob into her best friend's chest?

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