Love Me, Harm Me

Today is a Bad Day

"Anyone who has ever known tendernessthrown like a lifeline into the heart of painanyone who has known pain bleed into tendernessknows how the power of the two combine" - The gift, (Chrissy Banks)

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Meliodas has two sides: that was the first thing Elizabeth had learned about him. Her roommate, her best friend and casual fix, was someone who could be completely different depending on how he woke up on each day.

Sometimes, he would wake up in a good mood. He'd be as bright and alert as the sun itself, more receptive and sociable than most other days. On those days, he'd be spontaneous and surprise her; he'd go out of his way to do little things to cheer her up; and he was ultimately reminiscent of all the reasons why Elizabeth had grown so comfortable around him in the first place. At times, he would be so thoughtful and attentive that Elizabeth would have to remember that they weren't in a proper relationship; she'd have to remind herself that he didn't really love her in that way. She had to firmly tell herself - drill it in - that it was all just a casual arrangement - a mutual convenience.

Those days, those days where Meliodas made her feel special and like the only girl in the universe - those days where Elizabeth could imagine him loving her - were what Elizabeth dubbed as his 'good days'. They were the days that were so much brighter, so much more enjoyable, and everyone could agree upon that.

But as there were good days, there were also bad days.

Like a dark and ominous storm, the bad days would roll in abruptly, pushing out all of the light from the previous good days. Whether it be something as simple as plain bad luck, or a colossal mishap, bad days always came after an incident. Always. On those days, anything could set him off. The bad days were days when everyone had to watch out. Meliodas would be a lot more shut-off and misanthropic, stewing away in whatever bad thought or notion triggered his stormy awakening. He'd still be sociable - to a certain extent - but Elizabeth had learned to kind of leave him to himself when he got into those sorts of moods. After living with him for so long, she had learned to just skirt around his more destructive days.

But that was rather difficult to do on Meliodas' bad days. Those days, the really bad days, were the days when he would be extremely possessive, extremely domineering and extremely agitated.

At times, he would be just as attentive and caring as he was on a good day - but ultimately he was definitely a lot rougher and commanding. Without warning, he would hook her by the waist, grasp her close and fiercely claim her lips before she could even squeal in protest.

And Elizabeth couldn't deny that, at the beginning, the dangerous mixture of mystery and badassery was what attracted her. The danger of being with someone so complicated, so shut-off and unpredictable, was what drew her toward her roommate. After her closed-off upbringing of dealing with an overly clingy mother and an equally judging family, Elizabeth couldn't wait to dive headfirst into a world entirely different from the one she had known. A world of little regret and little thought.

But now, after a good several months, it has become a hassle. An emotional toil and struggle. And Elizabeth knew that someday she had to decide what she truly wanted. She had to choose if she wanted to stay or to leave - because this situation, their entire relationship, was not at all sustainable.

Meliodas' bad days were never able to be predicted. They came at random, without warning, and so Elizabeth had taken to jotting down what mood he woke up in on her calendar. Little notes and pictures scattered across the dates. She also kept a diary. Just to keep safe and have a little record of her roommate's mood. It was to understand him more, she told herself. The calendar, the diary and her little mental notes were all to understand him more. To help him. They were all her little methods of figuring out the cryptic puzzle of his mind, his ever-changing moods, and were her only real chance to help him.

But Elizabeth knew it was just an excuse. It was an excuse to justify her eternal pining for him - the physical attraction she felt toward her roommate, the obsessive digging. Maybe that was why she allowed their casual hookups to continue much longer than they really should have...

Suddenly, Elizabeth's thoughts are jolted by an arm squeezing her waist, dragging her closer to the solid mass behind her as a hand sneaks a hearty squeeze of her ass. She feels her face warm, her lungs inhaling sharply as she knew it was a sign of the day to come.

"Morning, Ellie," The words are spoken into her ear, dark and sultry. It shoots a shiver up Elizabeth's spine, the woman knowing that it definitely awakened something within her. But it was way too early for that. Plus she had work today.

"Good morning, Meliodas..." She turns and sees that her suspicions are true, a darkened gleam coating his emerald eyes.

It was a bad day today.