Sprint Event: Flaws

Absent-Minded:

"Alea? Are you there?" Falk's soft voice calls out.

"...yeah. Yes. I-I'm sorry," I answer instinctively, starting to feel ashamed.

"Don't apologize," he says and smiles kindly. "I know it's not your fault."

"I guess not. I'm just... sorry for being so... inhuman."

"No, it's... I don't care what you are - I think you're an amazing being," he tries to confort me, but I can't truly believe that he doesn't. Especially because...

"I care... I feel so foreign in this world - my world

Abusive:

"Al, what are you gonna do?" Zeldine asks, running after me.

"Something - anything. Show him what happens if you fuck someone up from my home!" I sneer back, without stopping.

"But you don't know what he's capable of!"

"He doesn't know what I'm capable of - and he just asked to find the fuck out," I check my trunk for my emergency baseball bat - still there. Excellent. As I return, Zeldine is blocking the door to the driver's seat.

"Don't do this, Al! Think about it - You could be next," she pleads, but I push her aside.

"I'm the only willing person to teach this ass a fucking lesson, and I'm damn sure gonna try. You stay here, Zel. This is between me and him."

And with that, I get in and back out to Zel standing by the arch, looking concerned. I'll be back, when I'm done with that prick - don't you worry.

A wreckless drive and a few ignored calls later, and I arrive at his mansion. His den of debauchery and abuse. No fucking more. As I get out, I feel a rush coming over me, thinking about handing out some well-deserved fucking justice. Beating up street girls.

Addicted:

"Shit, Zeldine. You're on coke again!"

"No, I'm not - I'm just happy, okay?" Zeldine says fastpaced.

"I can see it on your fucking eyes! God dammit, you have to stop with that shit!"

"Why should I? I'm having fucking fun okay? Maybe you should take some fucking coke, so you can let loose for once!"

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"Goood, I wanna smoke so fucking bad," I whine to the ceiling. The ceiling I usually look at when I'm high as fuck. "Maybe it's safe to start again now?"

"I'm not fucking risking it. I'm finally starting to feel productive with my time. I'm not jepardizing that," Kass states - always the voice of fucking reason.

"Yeah, me too, but - ugh - it used to make time pass so easily," I complain. "It would make it easier not to think about him."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be dating a mercenary, who's never home, then," she says. "You're setting yourself up for tragedy."

"I know, alright? I know. I just... I really like him."

"What do you even have in common?"

Aloof:

"Are you okay?" Falk asks concerned. "You have been kinda distant all evening."

"...yeah, it's..." I start, naturally before I stop myself from lying to both of us. "No, I guess I'm not okay... I really care for you, Falk. I just... I never realized it would be so hard - waiting... not seeing you... hoping you'll return to me - alive."

"Yeah, I understand. I feel so far from you too. It's a lonely path we walk... Maybe too lonely to walk together." I can feel my throat tighten as he says it. The thing that has to be said, but I don't want to be true. "I don't want to lose you - to lose us. But there is no good solution, is there?"

"I... guess not," I say as the first tear falls down my cheek. "Not as long as nothing else in our lives changes..."

"I wish it could be," Falk says with an overbearing smile that doesn't reach his sad eyes.

Dependent:

"Can I stay here, when I get lost in a Fey Mood?" Zeldine asks as we're lying in bed one evening.

"Uhh, sure, Zel," I answer, a bit surprised - suddenly concerned. "Are... are you feeling symptoms?"

"No. No... I just... I don't want to be at Evergreen. I want to be here - with you. And I'll be easy to care for - I promise."

"...yeah, don't worry about it, Zel," I say - still a bit concerned.

"I just... I want my memory flashes to be of you. I want to wake up to you - like when you awoke."

"Yeah, I ...understand," I say with a soft smile, she can't even see in the darkness. "Where is all this coming from?"

"I just... think about a lot of stuff sometimes. Especially at night," Zeldine mutters.