 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Pulling up a chair, she sat with her face directly opposite his, playing with his robotically. "I hate you so much Darrin..." she said, the tone of the words not really matching the expression on her face. "Even from the grave, you seem to be causing me hack.." she sighed, dropping his strands of hair and holding her own head in her hands, her elbows rested on the makeshift bed. "The worst part is..." she mumbled, her lips caught on her palms. "I know that no matter how much you hated me for being with him and no matter how much you hated him for being with me, it wasn't your fault. He took advantage of you when you were vulnerable, you didn't know what you were doing..." she sighed, knowing that feeling all too well. "He did it to me too, once. This time last year he had me recruiting minions, oh how things have changed..." she groaned, slamming her head on the bed, her face down.
Her face was down, she could not see, as his eyes opened briefly and a smirk appeared on his face. The tempation to touch her head, smoothe her hair was intense, but he restrained from reaching out to her and clsoed his eyes so that she did not see he was alive. |