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Darren Quigg : Ministry Maintenance ([info]hustlequigg) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-01-21 05:59:00


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Entry tags:darren quigg, devon quigg

Completed thread.
Characters: Darren Quigg and Devon Kirke
Setting: Devon's flat, Sunday January 20th, afternoon
Summary: Darren gets PWNed.
Rating/Status: PG-13/R (for language & vase throwing) / Finished!

"Huh," Darren muttered in confusion as he stared at the unopened door before him. He knew Devon was there, he could hear her moving around inside, but after three rounds of knocks and nearly ten minutes of him waiting she still hadn't opened the door. Raising his fist once more, Darren gave the wood four heavy beats. "Devon," he called out. "Devon, come on. I don't care what the place looks like."

She had to be cleaning. It was the only feasible explanation for all the fussing around he could hear. The witch had one heck of a set of lungs. If she was in trouble beyond the door, he'd know. Plus, Devon had a tendency to clean her arse off. As far as he knew, her flat simply wasn't ever dirty or unkempt. So, if she was cleaning with this much gusto, there was a good chance she was upset about something and since she wasn't answering the door, it probably was do to him. Great. What had done to piss her off now?

Darren sighed and beat twice on the door with both fists before dropping his forehead to join them on the cool wood. "Devon. Get the door."


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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-21 02:45 pm UTC (link)
Oh, he couldn't be serious.

He honestly thought that she wasn't letting him inside because she was worried about it being a mess? She knew Darren wasn't dumb, bu--

No. No, wait. Darren was dumb. He was a fucking idiot.

She leaned over her living room table, spraying at the wood with some sort of polish before she moved the cloth over it, ignoring the fact that he was banging still banging on her door like a barbarian. Open the door? Now why the fuck would she want to do something like that? She was sure that as soon as he was in her apartment he would be looking for a way out of it.

She finished cleaning off her table, which was already shiny and clean before she started, and began climbing over her furniture to get to the other side of her apartment. Right now, Devon wasn't just cleaning, she was rearranging everything she owned, just to give her something to do. It was a weird quirk of hers, and she knew that, but when she was scrubbing or washing or dusting she was stopping herself from doing something stupid to release all of her anger and frustration. But right now, it really wasn't cutting it. She wanted nothing more than to just hurt the man standing outside of her door.

Devon continued moving around, pulling everything off of her shelves so that her floor was covered in books, photo and music albums, and whatever else she had on there, just so she could put them back later. It was sad that she sometimes had to make a mess just so she could clean it up...which was what she was doing right now, even in the kitchen as she squatted down to empty out her cabinets, throwing the items inside onto the floor without even minding where they landed. She didn't even care how much noise she was making, because it blocked out the sound of Darren's voice.

Why the fuck was he still there?!

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-22 03:15 am UTC (link)
Darren sighed in aggravation when the door didn't open. What the fuck was this? Had she gone completely mad? The relationship was going well, great compared to his history, and now she was refusing to open the door for him. He was at loss - utterly annoyed even. Women, just, didn't do this to him!

"Devon!" he tried pounding on the door once more and received no reply other than things being thrown about inside. Darren's eyes rolled up as he tried the handle and found it locked. He stepped back and fished through pockets for his wand. Pulling it out he flicked it and grumbled "Alohomora" which was followed by a click from the lock.

Shoving his wand back into a pocket, Darren let himself into the flat. Glancing around he raised a brow at the books strewn across the floor of the otherwise spotless sitting room as he shut the door behind him. Devon wasn't in sight but he could hear more shit--cans?--hitting the floor in the kitchen.

This was barking mad!

Darren leaned on the kitchen door frame and watched her for several seconds as she furiously worked to empty cabinets of their contents. "Making a mess to clean, love?" he asked when she didn't turn around.

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-22 06:18 am UTC (link)
Devon froze as she heard his voice behind her, only to grab onto the last of what was in the cabinet before she slammed it shut. "Love? No, I don't think you get to call me that anymore." Climbing over the crap she had thrown around, she walked passed him, not even glancing up at him as she did so. "Just get the fuck out of here, Darren, I don't even want to fucking look at you." Which was probably obvious, since there had never been a time when Darren had been locked out of her apartment or ignored, so having both happen at once probably sent up a red flag.

Moving down the hallway, she opened the door to her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest as she moved around, picking up the vase on her bedside table to take into the bathroom, emptying out the water as she threw the gorgeous bouqet into the trash. They were brand new, only delivered on Friday from Darren. But, fuck it. If they were from him she didn't want them anymore.

Water ran over the glass as she washed it out, still holding it her hand as she made her way back into her bedroom. She was just so fucking angry, and she could feel her adrenaline pumping through her body, her hands shaking slightly as she held onto the fragile object.

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-22 07:52 am UTC (link)
She breezed right past him without a glance and Darren couldn't manage more than several bewildered blinks, his brows creasing in confusion. Well, couple things were now for certain - she was pissed at him and she wanted him out of the flat. Darren frowned as he watched her walk purposefully to the bedroom. He then followed after her. He wasn't leaving until she gave him an explanation for all the theatrics, that was for damn certain.

An annoyed sighed escaped him as he approached her room just as she stomped back inside after having visited the bathroom. Darren was giving her the benefit of the doubt, but if this was another tantrum over his line of work he was not going to be happy. To be honest though, he couldn't think of what else it could possibly be. He hadn't done a damn thing to deserve this sort of behavior and be ordered out of the flat! It was ridiculous. They had argued about it before, but that was all in the past now...or so he thought.

"I'm not kicking myself out until you tell me what in hell is going on," Darren said evenly as he eyed her from the bedroom doorway - which he completely filed from shoulder-to-shoulder.

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-22 08:13 am UTC (link)
Her jaw clenched as he spoke, her grip on the vase getting tighter, those large brown eyes narrowing as she stared at him, shaking her head in disbelief. "'What the hell is going on'? 'What the hell is going on?! You actually need me to fucking tell you?!" She ran her fingers through her hair with her free hand, surprised by the fact that the glass in her other hand hadn't already shattered because she was holding onto it so tightly. "I want you to think long and hard about this question before you say anything, but you better answer me...where the fuck were you last night?" She swallowed roughly, her free hand now fidgeting at her side.

Damn it, she couldn't even remember the last time she had felt like this. She wanted to scream, and she wanted to punch a wall or punch him, and she just...she was overwhelmed. She was hurting, and it was all because of him.

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-22 08:57 am UTC (link)
Devon looked to be on a warpath for his head, but Darren wasn't fazed in the slightest. Calm and collected as ever, he didn't betray a single blink. He simply held her gaze and spoke without hesitation. "I visited a friend," he said cooly. "In London."

Of course, he was holding back a few details but Darren wasn't about to bloody well give her the play-by-play. He hadn't lied. He had been a friend's place for the latter part of the evening - Lydia Proudfoot's to be exact - where he had partaken in certain illegal leisure activities and things had maybe gone a little too far with Lydia, but fuck, they were high and she had desperately needed the distraction. Lydia was someone who made Darren's life easier, he wasn't about to refuse her just because he had a girlfriend.

And absolutely none of it was any of Devon's fucking business. Full stop.

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-23 02:58 am UTC (link)
"Doing what, Darren? What were you doing in London with Lydia Proudfoot, you fucking asshole?!" it was then that the vase flew from out of her hand, shattering just inches away from him on the wall. Devon flinched a little bit as she listened to the loud crash, but something inside of her had snapped. "I know everything...I know about the drugs, and I know about Lydia..." She shook her head, still staring at the glass that was on the floor, those large brown eyes blinking before they rose up to meet his own emeraled hued orbs. "You didn't think I'd found out about that, did you? You didn't even know who that girl was when she walked in the two of you, right? Probably saw the family resemblance, but had no idea that she just happens to be one of my best friends...did you?!" At this time, she had already grabbed something else to throw at him, this small porcelien figurine also just missing Darren by a few inches.

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-23 02:01 pm UTC (link)
Darren was more than a little shocked when the vase shattered on the wall next him. It was then that he had epiphany: Devon had a best friend Sarah, Lydia's younger sister that had walked in on them the night before was named Sarah. Well. Fuck. Just fucking beautiful. He couldn't think of many worse ways that Devon could have discovered his drug use.

Though, it certainly sounded more likely that she was much angrier about Lydia. For whatever fucking reason. Certainly didn't warrant having a fucking vase thrown at his head.

"Would you just calm--" Darren started firmly, civilly even, as he approached Devon. Then he was interrupted when she let something else fly at his head. "Oi!" he shouted as he had to duck to one side, but he still continued toward her.

This was bloody ridiculous. He seen an overreaction before, but for fuck's sake! She was fucking mental.

"Stop fucking throwing shit!" Darren barked, his green eyes having narrowed in angry annoyance at Devon. He made a grab to hold her wrists and stop her from flinging more things that didn't need to be broken. "You don't know what you're fucking talking about!"

Fucking. Hell. He was going to murder Lydia's sister.

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-23 02:52 pm UTC (link)
"Don't TOUCH me!"

She struggled to get away from him, only to realize that it was probably pointless. As angry as she was, Darren would always be stronger than she was. Fucking hell, she really hated him for everything right now.

"I don't know what I'm fucking talking about?! What else is there to know, Darren? Hm?! Do you realize how fucking stupid I feel right now?! Actually believing that you of all people could be faithful?!" She finally got away from him, her back pressed against the wall as she stared at him. "And the drugs...jesus fucking Christ, Darren, you-...I can't believe I didn't even realize it. All this time, I knew something was wrong, I...I knew there was something, but Opal?!" She pressed her palms against her forehead and groaned, her fiery red locks falling foreward as she shook her head. "I'm such an idiot...I'm such a fucking idiot..."

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-23 03:34 pm UTC (link)
Darren's scowl faltered. It was impossible to not be wounded by her immediate revulsion to his touch. He continued to hold onto her wrists with gentle firmness until her struggling subsided, he then relaxed his grip. Devon all-but flung herself away and backed into the nearby wall.

When she accused him of cheating, Darren took a step of protest toward her. "That's not--" he began calmly but was cut off by more accusations that made his mouth clap shut. Darren glanced away and sighed. He knew that it was impossible to explain away the Opal and he didn't want to flat out lie to her about it, but what he'd done with Lydia, he had to make her understand, it wasn't unfaithful.

Turning his gaze back on Devon, he stared for several breaths before he took a step closer. Darren watched her as he moved in and it pained him to see her this upset and hurting. He rested his hands to wall on either side of her - knowing that touching her again would be a very stupid idea.

"All right, yeah," Darren started quietly as he searched to hold her eyes with his own. "I was using Opal, with Lydia," he admitted, "But Lydia - she's just a friend and nothing more."

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-23 04:23 pm UTC (link)
She actually flinched as he admitted to using the drugs, but what really got to her was the fact that he was trying to deny that whatever happened with Lydia was okay.

"No, Darren..." She shook her head, pressing her back into the wall as though this helped her keep her distance. "You don't get to say 'she's just a friend' and make this all go better...because what you did with her? That isn't what just friends do. Just imagine you were in my position. For one fucking second, don't think about you. If you found out that I had made out with...-" she thought of the first guy that came to her mind, which also happened to be the one that could make the biggest impact. "-with Aland, and we were doing drugs that could fucking kill us, and I said it was alright because he was just a friend, would that mean nothing to you? Would you just fucking shrug it off and say it was fine because I told you that we were nothing more than 'just friends'?" she scoffed and shook her head once more, still not able to believe what was going on right now. But she really just couldn't keep looking at him when he was staring at her like that...

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-24 04:41 pm UTC (link)
Darren's fists balled against the wall as she spoke. He didn't care if she went off and randomly snogged a bloke. Honestly. As long as she was in his arms come morning, he did not care. He'd snogged loads of women since their relationship had began and Devon knew that. She also knew that whatever the circumstances that his nights of parties might bring, the first kiss of the day would always be hers.

Now she was upset about Lydia of all people. Not one of his various clients and women between, but Lydia, who she had met before and had to know was no more than innocuous lust. He understood her reservations about the drug use, but this was just mad. Was she so insecure that she still hadn't realized that he was committed to her and only her? And bringing Aland into it. Did she honestly think that would hit a nerve? Aland was as harmless as a puppy.

"I don't give two shits about who you snog, Devon!" immediately shot back with a light beat of his fists on the wall. Regaining his composure, Darren relaxed the fists back to open palms. "You're the only one that means anything," he told her in sincerity though he couldn't see her hooded eyes which were shielded by her red locks. "The rest are nothing. They're not you."

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-24 05:06 pm UTC (link)
She flinched once again as he banged his fists against the walls, her own hands balled up at her sides, wanting to just punch him, or hit him. He didn't care. Even though she felt a knot form in her throat at the fact that he was saying that she was the only one who 'meant anything' to him, she couldn't just...he couldn't just expect her to forgive him.

"I've put up with your job, Darren. I've told myself that they were just clients, that they didn't mean anything. That you were still coming back to me. I've put up with smelling thier perfume on your clothes...I've dealt with the lipstick on your collar, and I've dealt with everything because...because I knew that it was your job. But even then, I fucking hated it...knowing that someone else had you." She paused and swallowed roughly, shifting a little bit against the wall before she looked back up at him. "If I meant anything at all to you...you would care."

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-24 07:54 pm UTC (link)
"No, Devon, they didn't have me," he retorted angrily.

He was aggravated that she would think that of him, that the other women - his clients - had actually made some sort of impression on him and further that she refused to understand how this had to work for him. His job and lifestyle were not traditional in any sense of the word. He couldn't afford to let the meaningless snogs bother him because that's precisely what they had to be: meaningless. Otherwise he would have been broken by the job years ago. Therefore, nights spent with Lydia were easily shrugged off. The mornings with Devon were the only ones that mattered in his eyes.

"No one has ever had me," his tone was firm and testy. "Ever." Darren closed his eyes and sighed as his palms wiped down the wall, coming to halt aside Devon's hips. He swallowed once and opened his gaze back on her face, now close enough that his nose barely grazed hers. "You really have no idea what you do to me," he finished quietly.

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-24 08:20 pm UTC (link)
Now it was her turn to shut her eyes, able to take in his scent as he leaned so close to her. Her hands balled into tighter fists as she tried to ignore the stinging behind her eyes, hating that even though she wanted to hit him, and even after everything, she couldn't help but want to just forgive him and take him back. But he had cheated on her, and he was doing drugs and she couldn't be stupid anymore. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his own, her hands relaxing at her sides as she opened her eyes and looked into his own, her eyes getting a little watery as she lifted her hands to place them on either side of his face, her fingers shaking a little bit. But she couldn't cry. She didn't want him to see her cry, because...fucking hell, she was hurting more than he knew. "I obviously don't do enough."

She pushed his arm to the side and tried to move past him, not able to keep standing there with him giving her that look, saying what he was saying, making her want to forgive him. "Just go, Darren..." She tried not to make it sound like she was pleading that he would go away and give her some space. How could he be that stupid? How could he not think this would matter?

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[info]hustlequigg
2008-01-24 09:15 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't until he saw the tears forming in her eyes that Darren realized where Devon's words were headed. This wasn't just a fight, it was the fight, the one that would end everything for them. He was going to lose Devon and he'd been too fucking dumb to even realize it was happening. A break was certainly not what he'd expected and now that the moment was here, he wasn't ready to just let go, like she wanted.

When Devon pressed her forehead to his, Darren's body shifted forward to press to her and one hand found a grip on her curvy hip. Staring down into her tearing brown eyes, he had to harshly swallow the words that would have begged her forgiveness. Even if he was willing to lower his pride for the grandiose heartfelt apology and she took him back, he knew he'd only end up hurting her more.

Darren's shoved arm immediately came back to her opposite hip and he pressed them both firmly back to the wall. He swallowed her protest with a hard kiss that held onto longer than he'd intended before it softened and broke. "I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you," he whispered across her cheek. Darren then had to force himself pull himself away and leave her there in the bedroom. As much as he didn't want to, he knew it was what had to be done.

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[info]dev_ious
2008-01-24 09:42 pm UTC (link)
She couldn't help but gasp as he pressed her back against the wall, those long lashes pressing together tightly as he kissed her, trying her best not to return it. She just stood there, her hands once again balling up at her sides, not throwing them around his neck like she normally did when he kissed her. It was almost instinct to do that even now, but then she thought about Lydia, and that made it easier to resist him. But this wad Darren, so that was never really easy. Expecually for Devon, who had been infatuated with him ever since thier first meeting.

When he pulled away, she blinked her eyes open, feeling moisture stuck to her eyelashes as she stared at the wall on the opposite side of the room. The feeling of his warm breath on her cheek gave her goosebumps, and before she could say anything else, he was gone. Which was what she wanted, right? Her bottom lip quivered before she bit it, leaning her head against the wall as she slid down, her knees bending up to press against her chest before she rested her forehead between them, her hands slipping through her hair to grip at those silky red locks. Suddenly she felt numb, and she hadn't even noticed that a tear had finally started to slide down her cheek when she heard the front door close behind him.

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