[ From underneath the dirty mass of whiteblonde hair, she curses again. ] What th'fuck's that s'pposed t'mean?
[ She's not stupid, she knows what it means. It means, from here on out it's the two of them: Polly Q and Barry fucking Weiss, the biggest set of fuck-ups the world's ever seen. How long, she wonders, until it all falls apart, until he can't stand being around her anymore and turns out to be just like the rest. It's a miracle he hasn't up and hiked off already and there's a part of Polly that's convinced it would've only been a matter of time for them. They were salvaged by that she could only get off campus every once and a while, circumstances dictating that they'd see each other once a month, if that, fucking and fighting and fucking again before her twenty-four to forty-eight were over and it was back to the Academy all over again. There was no way, no way in fucking hell, that he'd have stuck around as long as he had if she was around all the time. And that's what this was, wasn't it?
Polly Q and Barry fucking Weiss. (She frowns under her hair.) Fuck, she thinks. I've fucked this up and we're fucking doomed.
Despite herself she sobs, the sound of it wracking her entire body and sending her into a fit of shivers and shakes. (Fuck you, Polly. Fuck you, you fucking asshole fuck.) Still, she tries to fight, though the followthrough is half-hearted and pathetic at beast. ] Y'don't get t'tell me what t'do, Barry. Okay?
no subject
[ She's not stupid, she knows what it means. It means, from here on out it's the two of them: Polly Q and Barry fucking Weiss, the biggest set of fuck-ups the world's ever seen. How long, she wonders, until it all falls apart, until he can't stand being around her anymore and turns out to be just like the rest. It's a miracle he hasn't up and hiked off already and there's a part of Polly that's convinced it would've only been a matter of time for them. They were salvaged by that she could only get off campus every once and a while, circumstances dictating that they'd see each other once a month, if that, fucking and fighting and fucking again before her twenty-four to forty-eight were over and it was back to the Academy all over again. There was no way, no way in fucking hell, that he'd have stuck around as long as he had if she was around all the time. And that's what this was, wasn't it?
Polly Q and Barry fucking Weiss. (She frowns under her hair.) Fuck, she thinks. I've fucked this up and we're fucking doomed.
Despite herself she sobs, the sound of it wracking her entire body and sending her into a fit of shivers and shakes. (Fuck you, Polly. Fuck you, you fucking asshole fuck.) Still, she tries to fight, though the followthrough is half-hearted and pathetic at beast. ] Y'don't get t'tell me what t'do, Barry. Okay?