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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 10, 2010 5:19:01 GMT -4
"Nope,"
"Didn't think so," Mercy sighed, lowering her gaze as Carter began glaring at her again. Seriously, what had crawled up his butt?
"Do me a favor you know that thing you do...that thing were you ask a lot of annoying fucking questions?...Tomorrow. Don't do that,"
Mercy bit back a retort and chewed her bottom lip as Carter pushed past her, quickly following him back into the living room, hovering safely by the door.
"You are way pissier than normal," she said, bending her fingers back and forth absently. "Is everything okay?"
Honestly she didn't know why she bothered. If she were to believe past experiences, she would most likely recieve a sarcastic comment in return. Or be yelled at. Or both.
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Post by Carter on May 10, 2010 23:15:54 GMT -4
"You are way pissier than normal."
"I am not pissy," Carter snapped back taking another drink from his beer before pausing...he sounded way fucking pissy.
God damnit.
"Is everything okay?"
Carter's eyes snapped over to mercy as her question hung in the silence of the room. Carter could literally feel the anger within him boiling to a rather dangerous level and the flickering of the lights in the room clearly backed up the sensation of his anger. Forcing himself to look away from Mercy Carter clenched his eyes shut for several moments attempting to get his anger under control; there would really be no point in losing it to the point of killing her when he had just insured she would get off free and clear.
Pulling himself to his feet and laucnhing teh beer bottle across the room; the result being it shattered upon impact Carter was in front of Mercy in the blink of an eye his hands holding her back against the wall of the hallway as his eyes burned into hers. The anger pouring from him literally caused the air in the room to crackle with energy.
It would have been so much easier if Michael would have come in swinging and smiting and whatever else it was they did. But instead all the archangel had done was bring up things Carter was in no mood to deal with.
Carter's eyes burned into Mercy for several moments as he simply stood in silence her arms within his tight grasp.
"Tomorrow when we get back I want you out; my end of the deal is done after tomorrow. Do you understand?" Carter growled to her; the sooner she was gone the sooner Carter could continue on not giving a flying fuck about anyone; it was better that way.
"You can go back to your American dream once we're through and you don't ever have to look back."
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 11, 2010 3:35:06 GMT -4
Mercy was already regretting sticking her nose in it. She should have just left it alone, gone to her room and ate her food in peace. But no. She had to go and care.The flickering lights were a warning, but she barely had time to finish the thought 'oh crap' before he was in front of her, holding her painfully against the wall.
"Tomorrow when we get back I want you out; my end of the deal is done after tomorrow. Do you understand?"
It was hard not to let out an excited 'Really?!' at that news. Granted she still had no idea what was going on tomorrow, but if it meant that she could get in her car and drive away without worrying about angels dropping in and sending her on stupid missions. No more being semi-confined to the convent... no more encounters like these where she would end up in some form of pain...
"You can go back to your American dream once we're through and you don't ever have to look back."
Well... not exactly. What with her parents, and probably the rest of her family, thinking she was dead. But... she would work around that... somehow. "Sounds doable," she said finally, teeth gritted against the increasing pain in her arms.
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Post by Carter on May 12, 2010 1:00:12 GMT -4
"Sounds doable."
Carter stared back at Mercy for several moments the anger burnign through his eyes until he finally managed to place it under some sort of control. Releasing his grip upon her Carter took a step back his eyes still focused on her.
Her answer had been what he needed to know; had been all he had really needed to know. She would be more then fine being away from him and what he had brought into her life which was a good thing; better for them both.
And he would continue to tell himself that until he believed it.
"Good...then you should start packing," Carter muttered as he turned his back on her and went back to the his chair. His eyes stared out the half opened window willing the time to turn faster so that they could get this show on the road. Besides he needed Mercy gone before he set off on his suicide mission which would no doubt give him plenty of things to kill.
There was silver linning after all.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 12, 2010 2:22:01 GMT -4
Mercy bit back a gasp as Carter suddenly released her. No need to show him just how much pain she was actually in. That in itself never actually ended well. Seriously, one of these days she was going to lose the use of her arms.
"Good...then you should start packing,"
As he turned away from her, her automatic reaction was to step towards him but she stopped herself in time. Don't make it worse, Mercy, she told herself before sighing and leaving the room... now chineseless having dropped her food when Carter had grabbed her.
It wasn't until she was in her own room, sitting on the floor and leaning against the closed door, that the excitement of returning to a relatively normal life left her... and worry set in. What was this business deal tomorrow that would supposedly free her from the angels? And what had Carter had to do or say to organise it?
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