talk less, smile more. don't let them know what you're against or what you're for. you wanna get ahead? fools who run their mouth off wind up dead. atropa burr.
“Well, learn. I refuse to be further embarrassed by your emotional outbursts, Artemis. You’re a black spot on my family’s name without them,” she sneered.
Angelica could tell Atropa was out of it, everyone were distressed about the things that had gone down in their house. One of their own were attacked. ❝ Do not lash out on me, Atropa. I know you’re upset, but I need you to calm down. ❞ Sighing gently, she knew that she had been out of line too with her presumptions. ❝ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made assumptions of your intentions. Of course I’ll help you to find something to wear, anything you need. ❞ Offering a hand for Atropa to take, she lead her to the closet. Surprised that Atropa would ask for genuine fashion advice from Angelica. All she really wore were reindeer sweaters. ❝ I was thinking something simple, maybe a white shirt and a black pencil skirt? It’s a little business casual, but you’ll look great and be comfortable. ❞ Honestly, she could wear a paper bag and still get everyone to turn their heads at her.
Atropa was terrified of everything that was happening, and left at least for now at a complete standstill. Unsure of what to do or how to deal with the emotions that were constantly threatening to overwhelm her. “For five fucking seconds can you just let people feel and act genuinely or is that too much for you?” she asked, question flying from her mouth before she even thought about it. She didn’t take the hand, and refused to apologize but did follow her to the closet. Leaning into the soft fabric, she took a deep breath into an attempt to calm herself down. “That sounds great.”
“Oh, come now, don’t be like that.” Eva smiled at her, the motion instilling anything but comfort. “I thought we were having fun before. I just wanted to make it more fun.” Her eyes moved to the bottle and her smile fell. You could never be too careful. “Just drop the bottle, okay? There’s no need for that.”
Atropa loathed not being in control - not being the one who made the rules, and right now she wasn’t about to give up an inch of that ground. “Oh well why don’t we make it more fun then?” she asked, a dark idea immediately coming to mind as the empty hand came up to stroke at Eva’s face. “You’d look so pretty covered in blood - red really is a good colour on you.”
“understandable.” everest said, nodding her head and squatting down next to atropa. she wrapped her arm around the other, leaning against them. she’d seen the tears but didn’t bring them up, not knowing if the other wanted to talk about it. “then lets give them those things! should we get the pinot meow, the meowtinis or the white kittendel?” she said with a small laugh. “hey you’re awesome, you’re not gonna fail and besides, i’ll be here to help. so if you do end up needing any help, ya got me.”
if she ignored everything that she was feeling would it just go away? the guilt was almost suffocating, the cruel words that she had said to axl swirled around in her mind nearly constantly. maybe if she just tried to forget, it would all stop. “definitely the pinot meow,” she choked out, forcing a smile for a second before dropping it. she could forget, she would - “i already failed axl,” she sobbed. nope, that forgetting thing wasn’t going to work after all.
“At this point, no matter what I do it’s going to hurt anyways,” Axl replied with a weak little laugh as he looked at the other. “Physically or otherwise…” he added on and shrugged his shoulder slightly, trying not to move to much to disturb his stitches again. He’d already done that twice, not again.
“Stop moving, at least. I don’t want you hurt anymore,” she choked out, before turning her head to stare out of the window. Willing herself not to cry, she turned back to her injured friend and then couldn’t stop it. “Oh Axl, I’ve been so horrid to you lately I’m so sorry,” she cried, and she would’ve thrown herself at him if he wasn’t injured.
atropa was half asleep on the floor - because sure the house was technically a crime scene but apparently levins police department didn’t give a fuck. a cat laid on top of her shoulder and bork was nearby having recently been fed ( a steak but still that was food, right? ). she definitely didn’t expect to hear footsteps. “oh hey claire, did you crash here last night?” she asked, nose slightly crinkling in confusion.
@evaxlarsen “This little game is becoming boring, don’t you think?”
“This isn’t a game anymore, you horrid bitch.” Fingers clenched the empty wine bottle tightly enough that her knuckles turned white, and for a moment she remembered the violent smash of the bottle that she thrown at Karley. “And if you can’t accept that, go see a doctor.”
“nothing - not even sex is getting me away from these kittens right now,” she answered, shaking her head slightly so that her hair would fall into her face, hiding the streaks that the tears had left. “they need love and attention and cat wine! and i’m supposed to take care of them and make sure they don’t get hurt and when i fail it’s all my fault.”
“way to assume my thoughts, angelica!” atropa pouted, still slightly hungover and annoyed after the events of last night - mix that with the worry from what had happened to axl and atropa was not a happy camper. “i just wanted your help picking an outfit to go visit one of my best friends in the hospital but i should have known that i couldn’t trust you!”