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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 13, 2008 16:43:57 GMT -5
Brone was fed up. He did not however point out that Serena was not a whore. Nor did he say that Mina should get her nose out of his life. Brone did not tell Mina she was a fucking pain in the ass, and he wished she would just listen to him, or tell him what was bothering her. Every conversation became a fight with her. it was a lost cause trying to explain anything and he was fed up.
"My choice is to leave now because I don't feel like fighting with you," Brone said. It was such a pointless thing to fight about, he had lost the point long ago. This was not qoing to fix anything, it might just make things worse. He turned going toward her door, even though he could have materialized away. he just wanted to hear if she had something valuable to say.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Dec 13, 2008 16:59:46 GMT -5
Brone was acting like a child, and Mina was too, though she wouldn't admit it if it killed her. She was always hot and then cold, never staying to long in one mood, it just changed like the tides for her. She knew it was wrong, sometimes, but Brone was acting ridiculous, and rude. Calling her a whore no less. Everything that went through her ears always managed to find themselves coming out a little worse than before.
Sighing she saw him walk to her door. What did he wanted her to do, run out and apologize? “There you go walking away, unable to put up a fight worth anything.” she said, rolling her eyes and waiting for him to leave.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Dec 13, 2008 17:04:56 GMT -5
Mina always twisted his words. "This is not the fight I want to be fighting." He said turning to her, his eyes hard, and yet, soft at the same time. he was waging war against himself, he was breaking the biggest rule of all. Mina would either be mad and turn him over to their father for death or would be glad he was doing something off limits. Brone decided he wouldn't tell her.
"You complain that no one trusts you, no one tells you anything. You know why? Its because of this, everything becomes a fight, you never react the same way, and no one wants to risk it. None of us can beat you verbally. " Brone met her eyes and then walked through the door. if she had a response, she could follow him into the hall.
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Post by Mina Van Estra on Dec 13, 2008 17:18:45 GMT -5
In the time it took for Brone to take he few quick steps from her door out to where he now stood in the hall, Mina thought of at least 50 ways she would like to harm her brother. Each more savage then the next, all resulting in the same way. She wouldn't be able to match him physically,y though she would try, so she wanted to hurt him in the worst ways she knew possible. And why? Because he'd cut to close to home, he'd gotten a little to close to the truth and honestly, it hurt her.
Mina wasn't one to sulk and cry when she was hurt. Even though everything inside of her wanted to chase him down in the hall and lash out on him she knew he had already seen so much in her that she hadn't wanted to see in herself. Why did she get so angry and temperamental all the time? It was beyond just having a quick temper, it was a way to cope with whatever was bothering her. So now it was time to find out what it was this time. Slamming her door shut she narrowed her eyes around her room. It was emptier now than it had been before Brone came, yet things were more or less the same. “I'm not so sure that's true at all.” she said so quietly to herself it was no louder than a leaf in the wind.
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