#these tags are purely for Laszlo's sake

[nerrissadevampyre]

Basically the dynamic between those two extremely traumatized and weird folks in my fic's (yet unpublished) next 10 or more chapters xD:

Charles: I have a feeling that you're not telling me even half of what's actually going on

Melanthe: oh that's not a feeling

Charles: .....

Melanthe: :-D

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 12

WC: 773

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: big angst, implied infidelity, confrontation, relationship troubles, jealousy, brief mention of abusive parents/anger issues (in regards to Mr. Kreizler)

A/N: im sorry

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As he left the tavern he texted you to ask where you were. To his surprise you responded immediately letting him know that you were at his home. He hailed a taxi and was on his way.

Reaching the townhouse he opened the door, basking in the warmth inside. Even into early March the temperatures outside could be brutal after dark. He hung up his coat on the rack, peering around the visible downstairs to locate you. A single lamp illuminated a corner of the parlor. He entered the living space to find you sat in one of his large armchairs. You wore no discernable expression on your face.

“How was your meeting?” he asked politely to start conversation.

“How’s Dr. Stratton?” you snap back. You had worked so hard to keep yourself in check, convincing yourself that you were just getting inside your own head. But at this point you’d reached the ‘zero fucks given’ stage.

Laszlo sighs your name with a slight shake of his head. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you about-”

You interrupt him. “What is going on between the two of you? I feel like I hardly see you anymore - you’re always with her. You come late to office hours, you skip out on Friday nights, you cancelled on dinner last week when I was already waiting for you at the damned restaurant. That was embarrassing, Laszlo.”

“I can assure you that Karen and I are-” he starts civilly.

“Karen and I, Karen and I,” you mock. “Everything the last month has been about ‘Karen and I’. You’re what? Just friends? I’ve been trying to convince myself for weeks that nothing is going on between you two but I’m at my wits end here!”

He reels back at your outburst. “You are mistaken. Nothing untoward has happened that would cause me to be unfaithful to you - do you think so low of my character? After everything?”

“I saw you today! She was all over you in the coffee shop! So no, I’m not really sure what the hell to think right now,” your voice raises, as does your frustration.

His own ire grows. “She is no more than a colleague. I am allowed to socialize and meet with others for the sake of my career, am I not? She and I have not been anything more than colleagues since Germany,” he tries to explain.

“Since- since Germany?” You feel like you’ve been sucker punched right in the gut. “So you two were together then? How long were you planning on going before I found out? The day she came forward with your bastard child or some crazy shit? A little Kreizler Jr. running around that you couldn’t hide?” By now you have vacated the chair in favor of standing mere inches from him. The air in the room is hot and thick with tension.

“Yes, I confess. I was in a relationship with Karen for several years before I moved to New York. We separated when I left, that was the end of it. It had been four years since I last communicated with her. Her reappearance at the university and into my life has been purely in the academic sense. The affections that we once held have passed, many years ago. That is what I wanted to speak with you about.” He does nothing to hide his indignation.

“You should have told me from the start! When you found out I knew her you still kept it hidden from me. As for not having feelings? I’m calling bullshit on that. She’s clearly still in love with you and you're just going to sit by and have me watch it happen!” The shout that leaves you can easily be heard by the neighbors.

“Ridiculous,” he sneers.

"How can you not see it? It's so fucking obvious, Laszlo!"

“I had hoped to have a civil conversation with you so that we could move along from the dour attitude you’ve been sporting as of late, but clearly I have made a miscalculation.” He could sense that he was very close to losing his temper. For as angered as he could get he refused to be like his father. In an effort to calm down he turns away.

Your voice is deadly quiet as you say "Laszlo Kreizler I swear to God you better not walk out that door."

He looks over his shoulder towards you. “When you feel as though you can speak to me with a level head let me know.” Grabbing his coat, he leaves you to your devices as he closes the front door behind him.

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