Bad night, worse morning

[Alan]

Tracyn stared at her, and then slowly picked up his shirt, a simple black t shirt to go over his sweatpants."I don't need you. I don't need you, your lies, your poison, any of it. You won't have me. No matter what you say, will change that, Circe. Next time I see you, I'll kill you."There was a hint of sincerity in his voice as he made his way to the door, slamming it behind him as he walked out of the room with nothing but his sweatpants and his T-shirt, and without any shoes. He got some odd looks, but he paid them no real mind as he walked to the end of the lobby, near the ice machine. He opened the door...and stuck his head in it, feeling content with the icy blocks touching his scarred and worn face, and gave a sigh of relief.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"Will you really?" The spectral doppelgänger of Circe formed behind him, crossing her arms. I've done nothing but been friendly towards you. I've defended myself from your attack on the freighter, yes, but aside from that, have ever harmed you or attempted to harm you in any way? I just... Want you to get over yourself, okay?" A tear fell from the corner of the doppelganger's eye. "Don't you understand that there are people who love you and care about you enough to not want you to keep weeping over your family's loss? I've lost my husband and over a dozen children, yet I don't continue to wallow."

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[Alan]

"It wasn't...just Asha, I lost, you queen. You..poisoned me. You ruined me. I will never be, the same. I will never, be who I was anymore. Don't even expect me to believe that you love me, because you don't. You just want me to believe that you do.."He took his head out of the icebox, staring down Circe with an unnatural ferocity."You're evil. Pure - evil. You don't understand what it means to have everything you've ever believed in to be ripped from you, Circe. Asha wasn't just my wife, she was another part of my soul. She was my saving grace, and she was taken away from me in a heartbeat. I could get a feth about you, or your stupid problems. I want these little escapades of ours to end...Now get your doppelganger out of here."He said behind bared teeth, trying to leave the area, and find some...peace, as best as he could.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

"I don't love you. I simply want you to get over your fething sorrows. Seriously, can you not simply do that? I have absolutely zero reason to torture, twist, corrupt, or otherwise taint you. You're already letting your grief do that. Now man the feth up, or the next time we run into one another, I will have no sympathy for you when I incapacitate you, chain you up, and use your sperm as genetic material for my next big experiment."

She turned, intending to leave. "And you think you're the only one who's lost a loved one? I've had everything die. Jak died. my EIGHT children died. Hell, I died! Now man up. If you don't use your balls and show you have guts, you'll lose them." The doppelganger walked away in frustration, disgusted at what a self-loathing queen Tracyn was being.

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[Alan]

"If you really cared...if you had an ounce of anything left in you besides your own ambitions, you'd feel the way I felt. And I'm sorry for not being over the grieving process in a little over a month. And if you had any guts, you'd come out here and tell me that yourself..."He took his head out of the icebox, and slammed his fist, straight through a duracrete wall, with minimal effort. He seethed, and took his fist out of the wall, running his hand over his face, collecting himself. He went to the elevator, but instead took the stairs to the hotel's lobby. There was something scary as a half-dressed bear of a man with a mess of interesting tattoos marched through the lobby and out the door.

How he wished that his wife was still around, all the time.

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[Onrai]

"I might as well do so, then." Another voice, this time coming from the real Circe, came from several yards behind him. "Show you have balls and get over your wife's loss. I'm sure she enjoys watching you grovel over her death like a wuss. Either show you have balls, or suffer castration. Your choice." She crossed her arms, knowing he would likely get angry and focusing her own energy to react in the event such a thing happened.

"Get over it. I do feel the way you do, but instead of moping around, I actively seek to change my life for the better, to fix the loss of my husband and children instead of whine about how badly it affects me. And it damn sure does, don't get me wrong on that. So choose. Guts, or gutless?"

Then he walked off.

"I suppose that answers that question, dar'manda."

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]