Because it's not like I haven't heard that one before.
[ Instinctively her left arm begins to lift so she can rub at her brow; it only gets half way before the pain flickers fresh across her features, body tensing visibly. She drops it on a heavy sigh, frustrated at this stupid handicap, at the fight they're having, frustrated with him. Frustrated with everything and wishing that she'd never gotten the journal in the first place, actually wishing they hadn't gotten close again.
It seemed like a pattern, a terrible one. They make up, they break up. They make up, he makes his promises, she believes him and loves him that much that she's willing to look past his faults. ]
It's always about the treasure with you. You say it's different but it's not. If it was so different, we wouldn't be here right now arguing— we're getting nowhere, and we're just going in circles. And I'm tired, okay. I'm so—
[ Elena cuts herself off before she can start swearing. I'm so fucking tired. And the weariness is beginning to really show, mixed with the discomfort she's in, as she finally looks over to him again. She's wordlessly pleading with him, the broken look in her face that she's managing to keep at bay. ]
Take the journal, take the ring, take it all. Because, if you can't talk to me then what is the point? I can't do this anymore.
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[ Instinctively her left arm begins to lift so she can rub at her brow; it only gets half way before the pain flickers fresh across her features, body tensing visibly. She drops it on a heavy sigh, frustrated at this stupid handicap, at the fight they're having, frustrated with him. Frustrated with everything and wishing that she'd never gotten the journal in the first place, actually wishing they hadn't gotten close again.
It seemed like a pattern, a terrible one. They make up, they break up. They make up, he makes his promises, she believes him and loves him that much that she's willing to look past his faults. ]
It's always about the treasure with you. You say it's different but it's not. If it was so different, we wouldn't be here right now arguing— we're getting nowhere, and we're just going in circles. And I'm tired, okay. I'm so—
[ Elena cuts herself off before she can start swearing. I'm so fucking tired. And the weariness is beginning to really show, mixed with the discomfort she's in, as she finally looks over to him again. She's wordlessly pleading with him, the broken look in her face that she's managing to keep at bay. ]
Take the journal, take the ring, take it all. Because, if you can't talk to me then what is the point? I can't do this anymore.