I Need a Breather
Set between Teeg asking Vanille out and Teeg asking Viol out.
 
So, I fucked up real bad. I didn't expect Demona to be that pissed, honestly. I mean, we weren't even together. Not really...
 
I laid back on my recliner, turning my head so I could rest my sore cheek on top of a bag of frozen peas. "Maybe I should pray to the dice gods, I've never had so many low rolls in a row" I muttered out loud. I winced, the act of talking alone enough to send searing pain through my cheek.
 
'Or maybe I should apologize. I did go behind her back.' I shifted a little, laying on my side so I could stare out the small window of my basement/room. From the clouds I saw and the lack of streetlights as proof of night time, the autumn weather agreed with me, stay in and mope. I kept myself from shaking my head, mostly to avoid moving my cheek away from the comforting cold processed vegetables. Going to see her so soon would probably lead to another smacking, I'll just give her some space to relax. I took a deep breath, the air cool from the impromptu ice pack I stole from the kitchen. Sound advice coming from me felt like the truth coming out of a troll.
 
'Even at her worst, I've never seen Demona like that. Kinda funny, considering she's a demon' I chuckled sadly and winced again. 'Was it ever even official?' The guilt from that thought alone made the tentacle-whip seem like a love-tap. 'Doesn't matter now. Guess that makes two girls I messed up with' I clenched my teeth till they felt like they would shatter, the pain on my now numb cheek nothing compared to the pain within my chest.
 
'Is that what's going to happen every time? Am I just That Guy when it comes to people I like?' I relax my jaw, letting out a heavy, shaken sigh. I failed /X/ when it mattered most. I chased after Polina and even asked a... How old is Violet any way? The fact was I went behind her back. 'Shit. Dee will probably never want anything to do with me, now' and I recalled all the good memories I had with her. Not just the sex, most of those were a blur. I thought about all the stories she inspired me to write. The games we played with Conrad and Becky. When we just sat and talked. Even the cuddling. Especially the cuddling. My chest constricted as each memory played across my vacant eyes.
 
I bit my cheek as hard as I could, feeling the pain from earlier easily doubled. The more memories, the more pain in my cheek and chest. I groaned at the coppery taste in my mouth, easing my jaw. I breathed out, specks of red dotting my old recliner. I got up, the peas having thawed and the pain felt something entirely different. I needed some air, and my dark basement wasn't helping. 'I could always tell Violet that I had to cancel' I slapped myself at that, both hands flying to my check as I doubled over and drew in a deep breath of stagnant basement air. 'Fffff-'
 
Fort save roll, damn it!
...
I exhaled, straightening up and rubbing my scruffy cheek tenderly. 'First decent roll of the day. Thanks dice gods. Now maybe I can do something right for once.' And with that in mind, I moved to the window and opened it, the cool breeze and rustle of dry leaves treating me to a pleasant fall noon.