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10.May.13, 07:07 AM
Indivara glared daggers at Talian, her nose curling up in a sneer as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve. “Let’s touch your tender face with bloody hands and see if you don’t puke.” She snarled, spitting on the floor with very little regard for who had to clean up the mess; it was already covered in puke, who cared about a bit of extra spit? She wiped her mouth again, nose and upper lip still crumpled with disdain. Between her own simmering attitude, and the way she could practically feel the rage boiling off Ryvian, any quips about Talian’s face not being tender would swiftly be altered.
“I have a cold,” Indivara snapped, snatching the herbs without any real desire to take them at all. She’d throw them on the counter where her mother would pick them up with an eye roll and put them beside the fire for Indivara to use when she boiled water that they both knew she’d never boil, mix or drink. She was sure there were still stupid herbs and other crap in the cupboard from when Hoth had had a party on her face. “About as much chance of you being pregnant,” she quipped, poking Talian in the stomach with the toes of her right foot, the jab a bit harder than was required, just to prove her point. While she didn’t sleep with any fo her friends, those she did sleep with were usually wise enough to offer her a trip between before she had to ask. In retrospect, Indivara supposed she should probably be insulted by that.
Figuring Talian was done with her when he shrugged, Indivara slid across the table to be closer to Ryvian and detangled their hands so she could hook her arm around his neck, indicating quite clearly that since he’d put her on the table, he would be used as a hand rail in the process of getting down. She paused, however, her face turned to Ryvian when Talian spoke, every emotion under the sun playing clearly across her face for her friend to read before she turned to Talian with a cold, hard glare and frosty eyes. “Go fuck yourself.” It was barely a whisper, the words trembling with rage as Indivara glared glassily at Talian for a moment, then used Ryvian’s body to slide off the table and she stalked out of the building, slamming the door as hard as she could but otherwise completely ignoring the lot of them.
“I have a cold,” Indivara snapped, snatching the herbs without any real desire to take them at all. She’d throw them on the counter where her mother would pick them up with an eye roll and put them beside the fire for Indivara to use when she boiled water that they both knew she’d never boil, mix or drink. She was sure there were still stupid herbs and other crap in the cupboard from when Hoth had had a party on her face. “About as much chance of you being pregnant,” she quipped, poking Talian in the stomach with the toes of her right foot, the jab a bit harder than was required, just to prove her point. While she didn’t sleep with any fo her friends, those she did sleep with were usually wise enough to offer her a trip between before she had to ask. In retrospect, Indivara supposed she should probably be insulted by that.
Figuring Talian was done with her when he shrugged, Indivara slid across the table to be closer to Ryvian and detangled their hands so she could hook her arm around his neck, indicating quite clearly that since he’d put her on the table, he would be used as a hand rail in the process of getting down. She paused, however, her face turned to Ryvian when Talian spoke, every emotion under the sun playing clearly across her face for her friend to read before she turned to Talian with a cold, hard glare and frosty eyes. “Go fuck yourself.” It was barely a whisper, the words trembling with rage as Indivara glared glassily at Talian for a moment, then used Ryvian’s body to slide off the table and she stalked out of the building, slamming the door as hard as she could but otherwise completely ignoring the lot of them.
