*^*No, Bad Dog *^*

[ChoChangHP118]

(Yoohoo! Forget something???)

[Ginny Weasly]

((No! We put you on hold, honey. ;D Hmmm, now to have you reenter at just the right time...))

[ChoChangHP118]

(Thanks for informing me I had been put on hold. =D Alright well I'll keep up till I see my cue I guess. I've no idea how to get back in without your help.)

[Xaver]

((lol =P))


Xaver's gaze darkened.
Wings stiffening behind him, he withdrew away from the door, stepping aside.

"As you wish," he said harshly.

He turned, finally, padding soundlessly to the dresser. He pulled open one of the middle drawers with a slightly jerky motion, then began shuffling through the contents, his gaze shuttered and thoughts guarded.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny took a deep breath, following him out and into the room, though not as soundless as he. She walked past him, angrily fixing the covers on the bed, and then getting on her knees and pulling a runaway pillow out from beneath it. She said not a word as she did so.
After the bed was made, a full two minutes later, she walked to her own dresser, opening and closing the drawers as she pulled out clothes for the day. She didn't have work that day, and so her clothes were simple. Loose sweatpants (her own this time, not Xaver's) and a t-shirt of the same dark shade.
Another minute passed as she changed into her clothes, still silent, and still starring moodily at the ground throughout all her actions.
Then she made her way to the door, "Are you hungry?"

[Xaver]

Xaver didn't look up when she entered the room, moments behind him. Instead, he quietly slipped into a pair of dark, faded jeans, trailing the fingertips of one hand over the long, c-shaped pink scar branded over his middle from long ago as he rifled through his shirt drawer. Vanishing his wings quickly, he pulled a navy shirt on as she turned toward him, though he didn't look toward her, nudging the drawer closed with his hip.
He ran a hand over his head, digging his fingers through the short buzz of what was left of his thick obsidian hair, and grimaced, before his features smoothed to that same empty, statuesque front. A marble mask that covered the true essence of the man within the shell of his creature.

"No."

There was a harsh, foreign lilt to his tones, but little else.

Xaver glanced at her, once, but refused to meet her gaze, instead directing his dark oceans past her, as he easily maneuvered around her and stalked down the hallway.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny shrugged, following him down the hallway. She went directly into the kitchen, beginning coffee for herself. His reactions didn't bother her. They made her feel better, actually.
She'd done something very very bad the night before.
She deserved much worse.

As she stood in front of the coffee maker, Ginny tugged on her hair, thinking she was very glad that Cody was at her parents. She didn't want him to see or feel the things going on at the moment.
Besides, she had a large headache.
She yanked on her hair again, wincing. A bad habit for deep thoughts, pulling on your hair. Kinda hurts.

Still watching the coffee drip into the pot, she sighed. What was she going to do? She didn't want Xaver to forgive her, she didn't deserve that at all. But then, she didn't want him to hate her either. She crossed her arms, staring moodily at the coffee maker.

[Xaver]

"What is it so terrible I've done, to piss you off this morning?"

Xaver's tones were a lofty, dark upset compared to his usual calm, and patient demeanor.
He leaned, heavily, against the doorframe of the kitchen, gaze shuttered, but the blue oceans in a fury.

[Ginny Weasly]

She closed her eyes against his voice, then turned. She scowled, "You did nothing, ok?"
It was all her.
Her fault.

She raked her hand through her hair, turning back to the coffee impatiently. After a moment, she sighed and turned again to Xaver.
"You still love me." Her voice had lost it's angry tone, and was soft. She stared at him, her eyes narrowed, "Why?"

[Xaver]

"It isn't a matter of choice. It is, as is, and I do, because I couldn't not. I could never not."

Xaver's gaze was sharp, before he looked away, blue eyes moody, dangerous oceans.
He seemed to gather himself, before his gaze returned her way.

"I can't say if I know the same from you, anymore."
He didn't say it harshly, though his next words came out severely self-critical.
"Though, I've been gone so much, you've definately had time to reconsider, have you not?"

[Ginny Weasly]

"More than your fair share." She growled and turned away from him, her impatience raising higher. She slapped the side of the machine and turned away from it, going to the breadbox and rifling through it so she could make toast. Each movement was amplified, showing her anger and annoyance at the moment.

"You've been gone so much, it's a wonder I even know what you look like."

[Xaver]

"Apparently more and more like that wolf. Tell me, did he keep you busy while I was away?"
His dark orbs shadowed.
"Slowly taking my place, and the lips I'd thought were reserved for me, alone?"

Xaver stood motionless in the doorway, his jaw set furiously.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny dropped the bread and turned towards him, her own eyes fiery.
"You know, I kinda needed a friend to talk to. Besides work, when else do I leave the house, Xaver? Never! I stay here and be a good mommy. When you leave, I lose the only adult besides my parents and brothers to whom I can speak about things!"

She slammed her fist onto the counter in anger, "He's the only person I could talk to that would listen to me!"

[Xaver]

"A friend."
He scoffed the word.
"Is that what you call him?"

Xaver shook his head.

"Love, I'd have no qualms if you went out. To talk. For him to listen. But the kissing, and his filthy hands on you, that bothers me. He's been f.ucking out for you from as far back as I can remember! Threatening to try and get rid of me and our son because he believes you deserve someone better. Someone HUMAN. And he wants that someone to be himself."

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny rolled her eyes, "I'm so sorry that someone besides you is attracted to me." She paused, "I know that's hard to believe and everything."

She stomped her foot, "I'm sorry you have such an inferiority complex to him! Did I ever say I'd rather have him? Or anybody else for that matter?! Never ever did that thought even cross my mind!" She was half yelling now, "But no, you seem to get it into your head that I agree with his point of view!"

She was facing him fully, her small hands clenched tightly into fists. "At least someone wants to put their hands on me! You come home and sleep all the dam.n time, giving me a kiss now and then to stave me off until the next one. Godda.mnit Xaver, I was f.ucking lonely!"