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VMU Students ☆ Musician, VMU Student: Magical Arts★ LilyCat
23 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"So, Ms Demetra, how do you feel about the news that Franklin Dean is alive and well and looking to be getting married soon?"

. . .

The question had thrown the young woman off during her intermission break from singing in order to have a couple of drinks. Her band was playing a set at one of the bars, a rather decent gig for a business Christmas party, and for whatever reason there had been a journalist for some gossip rag there. She'd simply strolled up, known who Gemini was and asked the question. Of course, there were a few people who knew, the news of her relationship with the popular Frankie Dean had been rather prominent years ago, especially so when they had their daughter. But now... she'd barely managed to finish the gig.

Alison had overheard at the time, and pushed the woman off telling her to get the hell out, before apologising to Gemini and saying that she didn't want her to find out like that. Apparently, it had been big news over in the US, though Ali hadn't been able to confirm it herself yet. Once they'd finished for the night, the two women sat down and the blonde said that she had heard the rumour and was planning to go over to see for herself, but had wanted to know more before telling Gemini.

As for the brunette, she was simply stunned. Gem didn't know what to think, how to feel. She'd grieved for him, raised their daughter without him, telling her such wonderful stories. But the idea that he'd been alive the entire time, that he'd been well and not once contacted her, it made her sick to her stomach.

After a number of drinks, Alison had called a cab for Gemini and almost had to roll the other woman into it, letting the cab driver know where to go. Gem was certain she'd passed out at least once or twice, because before she knew it she was outside Marcus' house. Why had Alison sent her here? Aside from the fact that Layla had been minding Gabby tonight. Gem wasn't sure if she wanted to be around anyone. Though... Marcus was a journalist, right? Had he known?

With the thought in her mind, the woman tapped her card to pay for the cab, and then stumbled out of it and toward the house, where she fumbled with the key in the door, loudly enough that someone likely had to have heard her and her mutterings mixed with curse words. It had to be some kind of stupid joke, right? If not... then... she didn't know what, to be honest.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"So, when are the two of you going to move in together? You've been at this for sometime, Marcus. Don't you think it's about time to settle down? I don't know. . . Maybe make an offering of two more grandchildren?" By this point, Layla had already practically adopted Gabby as her own granddaughter and would be damned if anyone would say otherwise. She'd grown fond of the energy and inquisitive behind the bright eyes. 

However, the form of conversation had already thrown Marcus off and thankfully for him his mother had sent the young girl to try and get some sleep in another room. "You and this one track mind you're on. Between you and Lapis double teaming on me about it I'm surprised I'm not buried in the question literally. . ." His hand slipped into the depths of his pocket as he pulled out his phone and started to check out the various message that pinged. It almost never stopped when it came to alerts due to the various informants he had connected with and the 'tips' that were sent in a massive wave. 

One that caught his immediate attention had been one labeled 'Need to talk NOW!! Big TIP!' Enough that his eyebrow had started to raise up out of curiosity. It had been rare that Gil ended up so riled that he started to text like a hamster on coffee. Just as he'd been about to tap in the number the sound of footsteps at the door drew his attention immediately and he slid it into his pocket once more. A single long whiff gave him an impression of the familiar smell, one that he had known intimately and apparently with the heavy scent of alcohol that had been ingrained into hit. "Woah. . . ." The door knob jiggled and clanked with the fiddle of hands and the scraping sound of a key that attempted to find its mark and the right notches to unlock it. 

Keen ears caught on to the mumble that strung up several cursed words and his fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose. "Don't tell me this woman went and bought the whole brewery back?" He thought it had been a gig? He hadn't expected that she'd return in this kind of state and he wasn't about to let her just sit out there much longer either. Approaching the door a hand wrapped around the knob and turned it after fully unlocking it. Then proceeded to open it up as he held out a gentle hand on Gemini's shoulder to try and guide her in. "I knew you were going to a party but I didn't think you planned to party this hard."

Intuition and the fact that she had the sound of curses on her tongue made an impression on him that there had been a lot more than a simple party that had gotten to her. "Come on, sit down. You can tell me what's eating Gemini Grape. How about some water to help you know, sober up?

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VMU Students ☆ Musician, VMU Student: Magical Arts★ LilyCat
23 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

The door was being a rotten door, Gemini decided. She knew that she could just blast it off it's hinges, but then she would have to deal with someone complaining at her about it, and she wasn't in the mood for it. Plus, she'd wake up Gabrielle, and she wasn't about to do that. Still, if only she could work out which of the three key holes was the right one, it would make her life a hell of a lot easier right now. She started stabbing at the door with the key, in the hope that she might get it in the right place and be able to get in, when it was suddenly opened and she near instantly toppled forward from putting her weight into the key stabbing.

"Wah!" The exclamation fell from her lips as the world began to tip over, only to be halted when she was caught by Marcus' hand, for the most part at least. Her legs seemed to decide that they wanted to continue to collapse and she was hardly in any kind of state to fight them, so she was about to end up either on her face on the floor, or caught by the man in front of her. In either case, she was still going to lift a hand to try and prod at him with a finger.

"Didjuknow??" Came Gemini's slurred question toward the man, spoken more in accusation than curiosity. He had to have known, right? If it had been a big thing that actor Frankie Dean was actually alive, then reporters and journalists all over would be spreading the gossip! "Whydi'nyou say somethin'?" Gemini wanted to be angry, but now she was starting to get the sniffles up as though she was going to cry. It wasn't fair. Why the hell would she be the last to know about this kind of thing? Deep down, there was an even bigger hurt that wanted to rear it's ugly head, but she refused to acknowledge that at the moment. Instead, she needed to focus on something else or she might just curl up. And so she inhaled sharply.

"Shoulda told me. Had'ta deal with somebitch vulturereporter askin' me questionslike I knew, but didn't..." The woman huffed, barely even paying attention to her surroundings, whether she was on the floor, at a chair, or what. She just wanted to know why this had all happened and why Marcus hadn't said something to her before someone else had.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

Pupils dilated instantly from the sudden motion of her body moving forward from her sudden forceful jab towards the door, both arms quickly reacted by wrapping around her form and allowed for her to impact against his chest. Then he held her closely and used his own stability to offer a bit of ground to stand on for her. Another strong whiff confirmed the heavy scent of alcohol that permeated the Part-Veela's entire form to the point that Marcus had to cough inwardly to clear the effect it held on his throat. 

Once it seemed like she had enough to stand his arms would unravel and he stepped back slightly only to be berated by a pointed finger against his chest. It didn't hurt but he could feel that she had a point that needed to get out. "Did. . . I know? What, that you were at the door? It's kind of hard to notice the door jingling about with my senses." He opted to leave out that he smelled her before he heard her. "You're right, that was my bad. I should have told you I was at the door. Probably could have avoided the whole you tumbling in bit." Was this the reason why she'd been mad? That she was so drunk that the door was an enemy of hers? 

Little did he know the misunderstanding was far from the imagined intention. Marcus led Gemini towards the couch and proceeded to assist in helping her to sit down and relax, a single finger traced through the air as a spell reacted and pulled a nearby blanket towards his arm while he trekked into the kitchen. Grabbed hold of a cup and filled it up with some water that had been placed inside of the fridge from a jug. "Wait, what? A vulturereporter. . .?" So it hadn't been because he opened up the door without any prior warning? His head shook and quickly moved back towards the living room where he sat next to her and handed the drink of cool water over. 

Marcus started to pull the covers over just their laps and his arm wrapped around her shoulder while he pulled her into himself. "Can we start from the top here? Things were a bit scattered and I think. . . I may have misunderstood what you're really mad about." He wasn't going to probe her mind although that probably would have been the much easier task to do considering. If her mind wasn't a jumbled bunch of words. "What kind of questions did this reporter ask? It sounds like she was probing at a pretty sore spot for you to be this pissed off.

That didn't narrow it down either. There could have been one of many choices and he hadn't yet caught news personally of the not-so-dead ex that also happened to be Gabby's father.

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VMU Students ☆ Musician, VMU Student: Magical Arts★ LilyCat
23 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"What?" Gemini frowned at the man. What the hell was he even talking about?! Something to do with doors and jingling. Who was jingling? It wasn't Christmas time yet, and she weren't no Santa. She did practically tumble inside though, he was right about that. But nothing else seemed to make sense about what he was saying. Gemini was still angry, and Marcus was supposed to know exactly what she was angry about. She huffed as she was sat down, and tossed her bag against the wall, annoyance still creeping through her entire being. Not just annoyance though. There was pain there, deep, deep down, that she wanted to cover up with the anger and annoyance. She needed to stay angry, because otherwise she would start thinking too much.

"Yes! A fuckin'vulture'porter! Asking 'bout how it makes me feel an' shit, then Ali told her to pissoff an' had to tell me what'was all 'bout..." The woman refused the water, she didn't want it, and waved a hand at the glass. She didn't particularly want to be held either, but if she tried to pull away, it was likely that she was going to end up on the floor. How many drinks had she drank? Did it even matter? Not really. This whole night was bullshit and Marcus was being annoying. He was supposed to know. That was the whole point of her being angry right now, wasn't it?

"What'you mean what kinna questions? You know!" The accusation was believed by the woman, even as he seemed to be puzzled by whatever it was that was bothering her. She didn't want to have to explain it all, if she had to do that then she was probably going to start yelling and end up being even more upset, and might wake up Gabby, and she didn't want to have to explain that she was a fucking mess because the girl's father was possibly alive and well and apparently getting married.

The woman huffed and slumped back against the sofa, kicking her boots off and wiggling her toes.

"I needa smash something," A grumble fell from Gemini's lips. She hated violence, didn't like destruction. But in this moment, there was nothing she would rather do than break something, to be able to deliver some kind of damage to something else to reflect the damage she felt within herself. "Fuckin'asshole... don'even know ifit's true... but s'fuckin' rumoured all over, and here's me thinkin' he was dead allthisfuckin'time." She kicked the coffee table roughly, sending it across the floor, before then cringing and slumping again. It wasn't Marcus' fault, why was she being such a bitch? She couldn't understand it, but she didn't want to be comforted by him either. She just... didn't know.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"What. . .?" This must be how the Nightmare before Christmas started, the feeling of being under the eyes of judgement hung like daggers. Eyes shifted left and right as if he were messing a big part of the punchline. If only she'd been pulling his leg, the usual witty jabs that had been part of her nature. But this had just been another aspect of Gemini that he'd yet to encounter and still couldn't piece together what had annoyed her, aside from his lack of understanding in this case. A sigh that held more frustration passed from his lips and a hand weaved through his hair while he closed his eyes only hearing the echo that followed from the bag impacting against the wall. 

Marcus placed the glass of water on the table, it was safe there right? His eyes pinpointed on her and he bit his lower lip in thought. "How you feel. . .?" It was a mumbled response as it still seemed very fragmented. If a reporter had been involved then the probing of question would have had to be relevant, it was rare that most did human interest pieces about lost loved ones. But often they didn't probe like asshats unless it was a major scoop that made a sudden change. "No, I don't know I don't really have the talent of omniscient. As easy as that would make my job. I can't know what someone doesn't tell me, I mean, unless I go probing through their mind. But. . ." He'd never been one to enjoy the use of his talents, they'd make everything easier. But if it meant he needed to know whatever he was expected to know, for Gemini, he could always consider making use of it more often. 

The table had been toppled and along with it the glass of water as it clanked against the floor with minimal damage due to the carpet. If only the carpet could say the same fully as the clear liquid flooded out and darkened the coloration. "Well. . . At least it was only water. Not much of a clean up job needed there." He'd just have to dry it thoroughly to avoid any form of mildew that could grow from being sloppy about it.  

He could 'feel' her feelings in the sense that every function in her body that reacted as a heightened aggravation for her anger pumped deeper inside of his ears. The final run-on words caught his attention. "Wait, what? No, don't repeat." Marcus used deductive reasoning and the only way he could make sense of it all drumming up this kind of rage in her had to have involved Gabby's father. A soft silence followed suit and his eyebrow curved upwards and he reached into his pocket to see the message once more of urgency. "Don't tell me -that- was the urgent news he wanted to tell me. . .? Give me a moment. Stay there, don't uh. . . Kick the table anymore.

His finger pressed the button to quick-dial the sender of the message as he held Gemini. "Hey man, Sorry, I had some uh. . . Family troubles.  You said you have a tip for me? What's up?" The voice on the other end grew excited, as the low words of 'ABOUT TIME!' came as an arrogant response. "Come on, spill, I don't have all night." After what seemed to be a few commentaries of 'You're going to be late breaking this story', the actual fact of that Franklin Dean had been alive and even the big announcement finally made it to his ears. "Shit. . . Alright, thanks for that. You have no idea how much you helped me out here." The call had been ended and he tossed his phone towards the floor with a gaze narrowed towards her Gemini. 

What was he supposed to say at this point? How awkward this had been for him on top of that. This was the man that she mourned, assisted in giving birth to the little girl whom he cherished ceaselessly. Would she even want to go see the man? The explanation that would never be good enough follow from his mouth? Eyes closed gently, she wasn't in a condition to actually go walking anywhere and the rage in her most likely would only build. "Then smash me." Considering he was already a target for her frustrations it made sense in his mind to brand himself a much larger one. "I'm durable and can take a lot more pain and punishment than most people or things. You obviously need to swing at something or someone too."

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VMU Students ☆ Musician, VMU Student: Magical Arts★ LilyCat
23 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"Yes! How I feel..." Why was the man repeating things she'd said to him, as though she didn't know what she was saying? That's what she'd said! That's what the vulture had asked. And she was glad that Ali had stepped in, because... well, to be honest, Gemini didn't know how she'd felt. But now? Noooow, she was pissed, and upset, and wanted to punch and kick things and make a mess and kind of throw a tantrum. Kicking the table had only helped a fraction... there was something satisfying about spilling the water, but she knew that she'd feel bad for that later on, and so released a long huff as she grabbed her wand and managed to place the water back in the glass and the glass on a side table, away from her kicky legs. Apparently, even drunk, she'd had enough practice cleaning up spills to be able to do that. She then tossed her wand over with her bag and flopped back with her arms crossed.

Gemini was also very glad that the man had quickly told her not to repeat what she'd said, because she would have potentially yelled it just to make sure that he hear right. She didn't care that she was slurring and probably difficult to understand, she'd already told him 'what'! And then he was on his phone and she huffed as she looked away, turning into even more of a ball of anger at Marcus taking time to talk about some stupid story with some other vulture reporter while she was clearly distressed.

"Oh, what?! Am I still here?" Gemini grumped as the man hung up and returned his attention to her. She wasn't even really aware of what he'd been talking about, and didn't care either, "Hope the story's a good one." The woman, meanwhile, wanted to go out and find something she could trash without feeling bad. She just wanted to let loose completely, maybe set fire to some things - the whole pyromancy thing had to be useful for something right? Not that she hadn't set things alight due to her temper before. But a part of her was still aware that Gabby was asleep, and that she'd feel like shit later if she trashed Marcus' place. His suggestion, however, caused her to snort.

"Don't I already do that  most nights?" SNAP! The woman, even in her annoyed state, apparently had quips to spare, and she had to snort a very brief cough of a laugh at that one. At least until she sniffed and then leaned forward over her knees as she brought her hands to her face, "Fucking hell... fuck this fucking bastard bullshit. Why the fuck is this happening now? After all the fucking shit I've been through since Mom was killed, and then he fucking disappeared and I thought he was dead too..." What even was this cruelty? Gemini didn't know what to do right now, so she just punched the cushion beside her on the sofa, accidentally lighting it on fire.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

This is what it must have felt like to truly between a rock and a hard place with a person and not know a reason behind the why. It felt as if he had to walk on the tip of his toes metaphorically while trying to extract the information, to not anger the beast that had been unleashed within the woman. While he wasn't made or upset at how the evening had unraveled there was a sense of annoyance on many levels, multiple reasons. He'd been annoyed that she thought he had this hidden answer and the compounded action behind her words seemed as if she had been -certain- he knew. 

But now, now he had a hint of what she had expected him to know. The confirmation had only arrived through the use of him contacting someone who saved the woman from having to say it all over again, words didn't need to confirm it either on if that had been the issue. She'd been getting a bit more specific as the time rolled on but her current state of mind and anger gave enough of a picture on what the 'Vulture-reporter' could have asked. A small snort exhausted form him as he rolled his eyes. "Gemma. . . It wasn't get 'grab the next big story'. Just before you came someone messaged me about 'big news'. The guy is kind of like my. . .International contact of sorts. Places outside of Australia he slips me the biggest info.

Did he really need to explain more? To draw out that raw emotion and beat it like a dead horse that wouldn't run? "I didn't know and I think you know me better than that if I -did- know." But if she didn't truly know him better than that? One often stated being in a state of drunkenness showed much more of thoughts and opinions. "Never mind about that last part... But I didn't know.

He scoffed lightly and a small smile curved at his lips. "I'm pretty sure I'm the one doing the smashing. Considering you wake up with sore legs and hips often." Though he didn't expect that would be the solution to this problem, as much as angry sex with her would have been intense and worth it every single moment that they were in the bed. . .  The fact it all stemmed from the man she loved and mourned, that would be the mood killer. 

Listening while leaning forward a soft sigh escaped his lips and head shook. "I don't know, babe. If anything we've learned is that life enjoys its unexpected surprises." His own mind flashed to a night in Egypt that he'd kept secret that occurred. Whatever form of Pandora's box they'd opened he just wished it could be stuff back inside. As the sofa lit on fire he twitched in a flinch then quickly stood up pressing an arm across Gemini to push her away from the growing flame, a hand traced through the air as a pile of sand started to form and dropped onto the fire to quell it. "Shit. . ." He mumbled. 

That had been Layla's favorite couch that she'd recent picked out too. He could take the blame on that one, there was no need to make Gem feel bad about it with what had been eating at her. "Come on, let's get you to the bed room. At least most of the stuff there is crap anyways." A few ideas rang through his mind, if the man was alive then confronting him would be an inevitability. "You want me to fly over there or something? Grill him? . . . Punch him in the jaw?" That last one he could do and enjoy every moment just for the pain he'd put this woman through and not to mention the pain he'd end up putting Gabby through. 

Hell, Marcus would want to punch him twice for Gabby. 

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VMU Students ☆ Musician, VMU Student: Magical Arts★ LilyCat
23 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

The woman seemed to sulk as Marcus explained why he'd decided to call some person while she was clearly having a major crisis... or something like that. Her bottom lip pouted with a sour expression on her features and she sniffed and then huffed quietly, arms crossed. She knew that she really shouldn't have any right to be pissy with him. She knew that Marcus wasn't the one who was truly deserving of her anger and drunken ranting, but the person who was just... wasn't here right now. Perhaps there was also a part of her that felt like Marcus should have protected her from something like this happening, like he'd failed her or something. She didn't even know what she thought at this point, and could only frown and slump further into the sofa. Maybe it would swallow her up.

"You wake up sore too," The woman was still pouting as she murmured a quiet retort, but it didn't really matter what she said. She didn't know what she was supposed to feel or do right now and it was frustrating and even a bit scary. The fire didn't seem to bother her, as though she didn't even feel it around her hand. To be fair, she didn't. However, she was easily pushed back and then breathed out a long sigh as she realised she'd just damaged the new couch. She flopped, refusing to move even when Marcus mentioned going to the bedroom.

"Idunwanna..." Came the mumble from Gemini as she decided she was going to be a lump and he would have to just carry her if he wanted her to move. Though the mention of Marcus going overseas to confront Frankie... she went still, unsure how to feel about that idea, or whether it was a good one at all. Marcus had a natural upper hand, but Frankie was from a rough group of friends, and was not above using fatal methods for self preservation. Also... she just wasn't even sure if it was worth it. What she did know, however, was that she would have to face him at some point.

"'Msorry, I'm such a bitchymess..." Gemini mumbled out quietly. "'Mgonna haveta face him some time... s'bullshit. I'm just... I dunno what the fuck to think. An' I know you'd tell me... or I think you would... I was just caught unaware, an' then drinks, an' everything was shit, an' I wanted to be angry..."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

The tip of Marcus' fingers rubbed against his forehead. The way she had pouted and the expression that radiated along with it only cemented in that she still had been upset towards him, maybe more towards the fact that he hadn't been on top of the that kind of information to keep it from harming her. How was he supposed to prevent that even if he had known? Keeping it from her would have eventually been much more harmful and telling her about it seemed like it would get the similar scenario as tonight offered up to them on a silver-messed-platter. What he imagined walking on eggshells had been like wouldn't compare to this mind field that needed a unique method of navigation. 

"Hm... Sometimes. Most times it's because I'm putting in the most work. You've gotta keep up." His own gentle quip lashed out, a way to try and reach the cock and whip witted woman in fighting form of sorts. He didn't expect it to hit the chord perfectly to pull her out of the rut she'd found herself in. To believe someone was dead only to find out that they weren't, after celebrating their life and putting them to rest. All the effort to him made it seem like all she had put into pushing forward had been a lie that wasn't necessary, wounds that could never heal and now were festering in this corrosion of betrayal. 

"You don't wanna?" What were they? Five? This might be what it had been like to argue with someone who had been set on doing what they want to do. He started to situate himself on the floor and pressed his back against the couch just in front of Gemini "Fine, stay there if you want." He was way out of his depth on addressing this sort of problem as it had been a rare occasion to even have a story of a faked death. Someone with a heavy public awareness made it even more difficult to maneuver through and he even wondered just how far he'd have to reach out for his contacts. How deep underground he'd need to go in order to contact some of the older troublemakers from his own past. 

"Bitchy mess? You? . . . Well, yea, but you're my bitchy mess so it's fine." Marcus took her hand and gently kissed the back of it as he held it by linking his fingers with hers. "Heh, It's alright. I'm used to everyone being angry with me for one reason or another. You know, the whole 'Dhampir' bit does make me a good target for stuff." He decided to make himself a butt of the joke for a moment. "If you're going to face him just don't do it sloshed, you don't need that kind of press working in his favor. If you actually had some coordination I had planned to take you somewhere to vent. But. . . You don't look like you could swing an empty paper bag without stumbling right now."  

The man's head leaned back to press against the poked out cushions. "You deserve some answers. Both you and Gabby, he owes you it no matter what anyone else may say or think. You don't need to worry about anything either, I'll make sure to protect the both of you. The full extent of my abilities." To go as far as to even allow himself to make use of his natural talents to their fullest had many connotations on how serious he considered the matter. 

 

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VMU Students ☆ Musician, VMU Student: Magical Arts★ LilyCat
23 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Gemini knew he was joking with her, or trying to, but in her state of drunkenness and the feeling of abandonment and that old feeling from her youth that something was wrong with her, she felt a small hit from the comment. Was she even enough for Marcus? How long before he decided that she was too much work, and left her and Gabrielle, to move on to better, greener pastures? She tried to hide the pout and the look of near dejection by turning her face away from him and trying to think of something else, though she simply settled for flopping across the sofa like the lump that she felt she was, and refusing to move. Juvenile, perhaps, but she didn't care at this point. There had to be something wrong with her, it was the only thing she could think of. Why else would all this even have happened, with Frankie really being alive and never contacting her?

"I will stay here..." The woman's voice mumbled, partially muffled by a cushion as she buried her face for a moment against the puffy thing, smearing some of her makeup over it in the process, thanks for a couple of stray tears that she was hiding by said burying of her face. She barely heard his claim over her, though the part that did hear it figured maybe he was just trying to make her feel better. In her current state, it was difficult to believe any of those words right now. She'd been told that before. Had heard all the words, claiming care for her, promises to take care of her and Gabby. How could she believe anything now?

"That's stupid, people shouldn't be angry because of how you were born," The woman huffed, not recognising the joke, and instead feeling her anger begin to build again for the people who couldn't accept others as they were because of stupid things like race or species or blood status. It reminded her of her mother's murder, the fact that the sweetest woman in the world had been a target because of her Veela heritage. The anger poured off her, her empathic ability causing it to be felt by anyone nearby. Why were people so cruel? What made it right for them to be able to ruin lives and screw others around over prejudice and selfishness? She brought a hand to her face and rubbed at it, knowing that she needed to calm down.

"I've been worse and been able to punch, and I don't give a fuck about press," Gemini muttered darkly, "I'm gonna get answers. And I'm gonna make sure he knows that he's never gonna see Gabby again. Far as she's concerned, he's dead, and he may as well be." Even as she said it, part of her wondered if her resolve would still hold up if she came face to face with him.

It would have to. For the daughter he abandoned and promises he broke, if nothing else.

"It's not fair..." Gemini then said quietly, her head flopped down on the pillow once again, "It's not fair for this shit to happen, when I thought I could be happy again. It's bullshit... such fucking garbage."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
26 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

A silence covered over Marcus for a moment, he hadn't really understood just how badly it had been effecting her. The amount of levels of complication that he never understood when it came to the kinds of issues that she'd had to face. She'd always gave him a run for his money whether it had been with her lovable and maybe on some level, infuriating rapier wit along with the way she'd had commandeered the sheets in his bedroom. He still often remembered the high that their linked emotions at fueled the first time that they had humored that animalistic urge, tasting her blood to him had even made it much closer due to the intimate nature that had been. Softened sigh exhausted and eyes shifted slightly to look towards the downtrodden woman. 

"Alright, but mostly because I imagine if I tried to pick you up, you'd do that weight hang thing from Lilo and Stitch." Being around Gabby had opened him up to watching various kinds of shows that he wouldn't ordinarily even entertain. The effect that both of the girls had on him had been profound, nothing that he could even consider as a regret. Maybe it was that reaction that his mother sensed? Why she kept pushing other than her Granny biological clock. As she started to get riled up about how others viewed people his hand ran along her shoulder. "Woah, Gem, it was a joke. You're safe here, you don't have to worry about that kind of stuff." He knew that she'd been wounded because of that kind of think, that had been a commonality for them both. The reaction of others because they weren't fully 'Human' to others or even just different entirely. 

He grunted lightly, even while in that state she'd been the pushy sort. A woman who had been like a wild fire consuming quickly ahead. Marcus crossed his arms and his eyes closed lightly, legs started to cross over one another as he straightened them out. "I'm all for making sure he never gets to see her. If he didn't care to visit for both of you then he already stated how much that right cared to him. But I'm saying don't go swinging for both you and Gabby. Get your answers, and if you need to swing? Give him a social bloody nose. The Monster inside all of us always wants the actual blood but we can't let it, we have to opt for other weapons when time asks it." This had been one of those times, if Gemini ended up getting into major trouble for assault then that'd end up hurting both her and Gabby. That was something he wouldn't and couldn't allow for many reasons - Care, Obligation, and a Self Promise. 

"Thought? You can be happy again. Just cause he fucked up doesn't invalidate all that you've done for yourself and her. The reason may not have been what you thought it had been for but the motivation is all that mattered in the end. To do good for you and her." His eyes lowered towards the ground for a moment. The thought that flooded in his mind made him wince and only because it had been in his Mother's voice with that 'I told you to so' inflection. "Why don't you move in here?" He could have sworn he heard some elder 'Yip' in the background but put it off as some random animal. 

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