Study Hall, 11/08

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream steps around the blue-eyed boy who is agitatedly trying to claw the doors open to unlock study hall and declare it open.

He brings no animals today.

Comments

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Why?

[demonbelthazor]

I want to talk to you and find out why you're so mad at me!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

For starters, watch closely.

[demonbelthazor]

Did I do something to you last night? It's all kind of fuzzy. I guess I did if you hit me over the head with a rock.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She penned another note that read:

You did plenty.


Then she turned her side to Bel and lifted up her vest to show the bruising across her ribs that she hadn't even mentioned to Angelus.

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor read the note and looked over to Beka. When he saw the bruises he shook his head as if to deny it. I did that? he mouthed to Beka. I'm sorry....

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She gave him a slow nod. And those are just the visible ones.

Then there was another note:

I'm not even sure I want to tell you what you said. Do you remember any of what you did?

[demonbelthazor]

It's all a blur. Bits and pieces. I wanted you to help me put them together, but now I'm not so sure I want to know.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

You don't. But you need to. I'm sorry about the rock.

[demonbelthazor]

I know. You would've only done it if you had to.

Go talk somewhere?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Later tonight? Smoke and talk?

[demonbelthazor]

Works. I gotta talk to Angelus, too, though.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

After? In case you need... Just in case you need a different kind of friend.

[demonbelthazor]

Okay. I'll call you?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Works. I hate fighting with you, Bel.

[demonbelthazor]

So do I.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Hurts.

Make it better?