🏴‍☠️ IC contact; Duplicity

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[calicoat]

He might have, at some point. And that's all we've got, nothing but maybes!

[ He's raising his voice now, furious that Anne seems to have fried her brain using the microwave last night. What the fuck? ]

Did it ever occur to you that telling him to fuck off and walking away would suffice? How are you going to keep yourself out of fuck-jail and find a Submissive if you are stabbing them over the slightest of infractions? Use your fucking head, won't you, I can't always be thinking for the both of us!

[brimmed]

Fuck you.

[ She's already said it, but it bears repeating. If she was in her right mind she'd have ended this conversation already, cut him off halfway through a sentence and gone off to sulk somewhere, and maybe that's why she's still here. She's not in her right fucking mind, and the worst part is that she can feel it; she knows, at least some small part of her knows, that there's something pushing her in this direction, but she's completely helpless to stop it.

It's such an unpleasant feeling that it's a whole lot easier for her to just ignore it, to pretend that this is the way she'd be acting if she had a clear head. She doesn't want to think about what it says about her. Best to just ignore it. ]

I'm not stupid, Jack. Don't talk to me like I am.

[calicoat]

Fine, fuck me, Anne, fuck me. Just come home, won't you?

[ Before she manages to kill anyone else who didn't deserve it. He won't be here, but that's probably better for both of them. ]