[ VOLUME FIVE ]CHAPTER 125;
are you still mad?[ DECEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH, 97' ]
No one in particular,
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♱'Are you still mad I kicked you out of bed?
Are you still mad I gave you ultimatums?
Are you still mad I compared you
To all my forty year old male friends?
Are you still mad I shared our problems with everybody? Of course you are...Are you still mad I had an emotional affair?
Are you still mad I tried to mold you into
Who I wanted you to be?
Are you still mad I didn't trust your intentions?
Of course you are...Are you still mad that I flirted wildly?
Are you still mad I had a tendency to mother you?
Are you still mad that I had one foot out the door?
Are you still mad that we slept together even after
We had ended it? Of course you are...Are you still mad I wore the pants most of the time?
Are you still mad that I seemed to focus
Only on your potential?
Are you still mad that I threw in the towel?
Are you still mad that I gave up long before you did? Of course you are... 'AN: I'm hoping this chapter doesn't come across as confusing or badly structured — the first 2000 words or so are comprised of two different scenes/ encounters between Hera and Sirius in the aftermath of her finding out and the breakdown of their relationship.
CW: Domestic violence (?),
addiction (in a flashback).
Following that there's a jump to Christmas Day, and Hera leaving the home to be with other prominent characters in this narrative.I'm not trying to rush them back together by any means, however given what they've been through together and the fact that there's still love between them, I find it hard to completely avoid any physical affection or longing in their encounters. I just don't find that realistic for them. To add to this, their living situation/ the backdrop of war makes a typical separation impossible to properly execute here as they're forced to continue in their codependency because of these factors.
"What are you doing?" Sirius asked in a falsely bright voice, regarding his wife as she drew absentmindedly on the back of some old lined paper.
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