Defiant.Anjeru
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- Joined
- Dec 13, 2011
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Tifa Lockheart made her way down the steps to the main room of her bar, 7th Heaven. Cloud was hot on her heels, saying something or another about how he would be gone for a few days doing deliveries; or so she assumed. She'd gotten to used to hearing this same account of words time and time again, though it never ceased to irritate her. They were together...at least she thought they were. They screwed, they lived together, they were taking care of Marlene together; what the fuck else did she have to do to keep him from being so damned cut off and emotionless when it came to her? She swore sometimes that he was just emotionally cut off from existing.
"Yes, Cloud; how long do you plan to be gone this time?" She almost all but snapped out. She turned to face him, her hands on her hips in agitation.
Cloud sighed and avoided looking at her. "Why do you get so mad?"
"Because I -!" She made a noise and then poked him in the chest. "Look at me for once, damn you." He seemed reluctant but did as she demanded. "We have sex, Cloud. We live together. We might as well be together, or married; who the hell knows anymore! But can we pretend for one minute that you aren't trying to cover up your need to run by using made up excuses about work?"
He almost appeared insulted. Almost. "Tifa I - "
She tossed up her hands and shook her head. "Yes, finally, some emotion from you. Little too late; you know what? You want to go, just go!"
Tifa knew she was being unfairly short with her spikey haired lover, but she had become increasingly frustrated with him over the last few months. His little disappearances hadn't helped either. He stared at her, for a very long moment, then nodded curtly. Cloud wasn't one for confrontation. He picked up his cell phone, his keys, and looked at her briefly before departing the bar, passing Elena who had, at some time during the argument, appeared in the door way.
Tifa almost flushed at knowing the Turk had seen most of what had just happened. She cleared her throat, pushing back the anger and the tears. "Hey there, Elena. Long time no see!"
"Yes, Cloud; how long do you plan to be gone this time?" She almost all but snapped out. She turned to face him, her hands on her hips in agitation.
Cloud sighed and avoided looking at her. "Why do you get so mad?"
"Because I -!" She made a noise and then poked him in the chest. "Look at me for once, damn you." He seemed reluctant but did as she demanded. "We have sex, Cloud. We live together. We might as well be together, or married; who the hell knows anymore! But can we pretend for one minute that you aren't trying to cover up your need to run by using made up excuses about work?"
He almost appeared insulted. Almost. "Tifa I - "
She tossed up her hands and shook her head. "Yes, finally, some emotion from you. Little too late; you know what? You want to go, just go!"
Tifa knew she was being unfairly short with her spikey haired lover, but she had become increasingly frustrated with him over the last few months. His little disappearances hadn't helped either. He stared at her, for a very long moment, then nodded curtly. Cloud wasn't one for confrontation. He picked up his cell phone, his keys, and looked at her briefly before departing the bar, passing Elena who had, at some time during the argument, appeared in the door way.
Tifa almost flushed at knowing the Turk had seen most of what had just happened. She cleared her throat, pushing back the anger and the tears. "Hey there, Elena. Long time no see!"