To Lovingly Hate You

A Vision

Adeline POV

These fuckers will not shut the fuck up... and gods does it make my head hurt even more than it already does.

Ever since I came back up here I've just... gods I've felt like absolute shit, I think... just judging by when this came on and how my head has been aching since... I don't think the barrier loves my abilities and how much I've been using them, because not only has it been difficult to do just that... but gods do I feel fatigued. I'm trying to fight it, hold it in, keep it from being obvious, but I can't help showing some of my signs.

As Mal grew more frustrated and let out some tears about Ben being kidnapped, I won't lie, I just sat by the window and peered out in an attempt to ignore how shitty I feel to be honest, rolling my eyes at any overly victim mentality comments that Mal was making. She's being so... woe is me, so pitiful, I get it she's sad but there's a difference between being sad and stressed out and being a victim. Right now she's wailing about how upset she is and how much she doesn't wanna deal with this, has been for about ten minutes straight now, and I've about had it if I'm being honest! This fatigue and weariness is just... the worst, and it's making me awfully irritable, so much so that as Evie was trying to console Mal and such, and as Mal kept on going,

"I don't fucking know what I wanna do Evie! We're in a fight, I don't want to talk to him, you guys bring him here, and now he's been taken! By Uma of all people! What do you want me to do? Not freak out?!"

I slowly felt myself getting more irritated. So much so, that as she walked off for a moment towards me and away from the group, my irritability shot through the roof. I stood up and crossed my arms, shaking my head as Mal wiped the tears from her cheeks,

"You know what's gonna happen?"

I suddenly spoke, Mal and the rest of the VKs turned to me and paused to listen, and I don't think they were ready for my answer, not one bit, because I'm tired and cranky, and that's just a recipe for disaster,

"We're gonna stop fucking crying, we're gonna buck the fuck up, and we're gonna figure out a plan so we can grab Ben and get the fuck out of here. Stop crying, you guys had a fight, it sucks, but he should be the one sulking now that he fucked up so bad and you should be upset yes but not sobbing. This victim mentality shit isn't gonna get you anywhere, let's stop fucking crying, let's call it there with that, and for fucks sake can we just rescue Ben so we can get out of here already? If you wanna get on my nerves the fast track of doing just that is being a whiny little bitch, save it for your pillow, let's get a move on with saving this fool so we can move on. Crying about how you guys are fighting and yada yada won't fix shit right now, we need to focus on just getting the literal King out of harm's way, priorities for fucks sake. I... I miss my own room for fucks sake"

I groaned out, but at the end, I really almost said that I felt sick and wanted to go home to rest, but I don't... love the idea of them knowing I'm sick. They just don't need to know, simple as that.

The entire crew went wide-eyed for a moment, looking around at each other for a moment as I took the moment to rub my temples, the front of my head, my brow, and my eyes all just ache. In an attempt to relieve some of the pressure, I massaged all the achy areas until Evie nodded and walked up to Mal to give her a hug that Mal didn't lean into at first, but eventually did. Mal took a deep breath with the hug and seemed to most certainly get things together, thank the gods, praise the genies that she didn't just break into more tears. That's happened before at my tough love, after that it just gets a little awkward to be honest.

But she got it together and broke away from the hug, roughly wiping away her tears and jumping around for a moment to get her energy up before turning to me,