laundry day sucks... :p
Dec. 5th, 2004 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2I will never again rent an apartment that does not have either washer/dryer connections or a washer/dryer in it. Never. Again. *grrrr*
BFB - 082f - Wufei's Disaster
I was very angry with Wufei, for hurting Duo, but I had lost most of that anger by midnight, when he hadn’t come home.
At first, I wasn’t awfully worried; I figured he was pouting somewhere, or maybe even out getting drunk. I was still having some trouble getting past my own overwhelming sense of... betrayal, I guess. Dragons don’t hurt innocent people. Dragons are guardians and protectors and teachers; sure they’re often grumpy and frequently testy, but I’ve never known one to be outright mean. I guess it was a little bit scary to know how easily a Dragon can hurt someone when they become careless or uncaring. Kind of like biting into a perfect apple and discovering a worm. Or half a worm.
Tiffany called within a few hours to tell me that Mistress Loquinn had made all the necessary repairs and that Duo would be fine in the morning. It got darker. The light mist that had drizzled down all day turned into one of those empty-the-heavens downpours. It reminded me of our little adventure in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and I shivered at that thought.
Dusk came, and nightfall and the rain got heavier. I started to worry, but still I figured he was off feeling sorry for himself. I started calling around, but no one knew where he was. To be honest, I don’t think anyone particularly cared right then. They were probably hoping he’d drowned himself in the river.
For a while, I stood at the balcony door, watching the parking lot, hoping to see him drive in, but in the dark and the heavy rain, even my eyes aren’t that good.
I lingered for a bit in his room, looking at the photos stuck into the edge of the mirror frame. Most of them are pictures of Duo, but there are plenty of me and Heero; even some of Q and Inazuma and the others from our office.
Wufei has always been grumpy and caustic, but never as much as this. If I didn’t know differently, I might wonder if he was really as glad as he seemed that Ling Ping Mei had formally ended their engagement. He was definitely surprised that she had cut him free, but that may have been just the slap. She clocked him a good one that day.
He’s been pissy as hell ever since then; maybe he’s just angry that he didn’t get to drop her first. Although, if I understand the Were-Dragons correctly, it was never up to Wufei to end the engagement; only the female has that prerogative. All he could do was to keep on stalling the way he has been since he finished school.
Finally, a little after midnight I collected the plushie dragon from my room and curled up in the recliner to wait, hugging the stuffed toy. He gave it to me; as a joke, I think, but I like it. It’s soft and floppy and perfect for hugging. I’d feel silly as hell if he ever caught me with it, so I leave it in my room.
Tonight, though, I don’t care if he thinks I’m being kittenish. I just want him to come home...
...tbc...
BFB - 082f - Wufei's Disaster
I was very angry with Wufei, for hurting Duo, but I had lost most of that anger by midnight, when he hadn’t come home.
At first, I wasn’t awfully worried; I figured he was pouting somewhere, or maybe even out getting drunk. I was still having some trouble getting past my own overwhelming sense of... betrayal, I guess. Dragons don’t hurt innocent people. Dragons are guardians and protectors and teachers; sure they’re often grumpy and frequently testy, but I’ve never known one to be outright mean. I guess it was a little bit scary to know how easily a Dragon can hurt someone when they become careless or uncaring. Kind of like biting into a perfect apple and discovering a worm. Or half a worm.
Tiffany called within a few hours to tell me that Mistress Loquinn had made all the necessary repairs and that Duo would be fine in the morning. It got darker. The light mist that had drizzled down all day turned into one of those empty-the-heavens downpours. It reminded me of our little adventure in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and I shivered at that thought.
Dusk came, and nightfall and the rain got heavier. I started to worry, but still I figured he was off feeling sorry for himself. I started calling around, but no one knew where he was. To be honest, I don’t think anyone particularly cared right then. They were probably hoping he’d drowned himself in the river.
For a while, I stood at the balcony door, watching the parking lot, hoping to see him drive in, but in the dark and the heavy rain, even my eyes aren’t that good.
I lingered for a bit in his room, looking at the photos stuck into the edge of the mirror frame. Most of them are pictures of Duo, but there are plenty of me and Heero; even some of Q and Inazuma and the others from our office.
Wufei has always been grumpy and caustic, but never as much as this. If I didn’t know differently, I might wonder if he was really as glad as he seemed that Ling Ping Mei had formally ended their engagement. He was definitely surprised that she had cut him free, but that may have been just the slap. She clocked him a good one that day.
He’s been pissy as hell ever since then; maybe he’s just angry that he didn’t get to drop her first. Although, if I understand the Were-Dragons correctly, it was never up to Wufei to end the engagement; only the female has that prerogative. All he could do was to keep on stalling the way he has been since he finished school.
Finally, a little after midnight I collected the plushie dragon from my room and curled up in the recliner to wait, hugging the stuffed toy. He gave it to me; as a joke, I think, but I like it. It’s soft and floppy and perfect for hugging. I’d feel silly as hell if he ever caught me with it, so I leave it in my room.
Tonight, though, I don’t care if he thinks I’m being kittenish. I just want him to come home...
...tbc...
