♥ for jackanda?
♥ : Reacting to the other one crying about something
lol ari kindly supplied miranda’s dialogue for this one since i’ve never been able to characterize miranda well and she’s a pro at it. thanks love!
I’d seen her cry before, but I hadn’t felt bad about it.
At least two or three of those other times, it was my fault. Either I’d made a jab about her rich daddy, or I’d blurted out some nasty comment about her leading with her tits instead of her brain or whatever the fuck. It used to be sort of viciously satisfying, to know I could make her cry.
But now she’s sitting on the top step of the sub-deck staircase, head and shoulder resting against the wall, little sniffles making her back hitch. I watch her from the foot of the stairs, rubbing the bleariness out of my eyes. Maybe I’ll just go back to sleep. It’s some fuck-awful hour of the night cycle and whatever this is, it’s not my problem.
But I’m not gonna be able to fall back asleep knowing she’s right there in the stairwell, either. Why is she doing that all the way down here, anyway?
I lean against the wall by the bottom step and fold my arms. “Don’t you have a whole big fancy office upstairs to cry in, cheerleader?”
She glances up, startled, looking at me through a curtain of annoyingly perfect dark hair. God dammit, no normal person should look that pretty with tears in their eyes and their cheeks all red and shit. Her makeup isn’t even running. “I thought you were asleep.”
“So you decided to come cry on my stairs?”
“They’re not your stairs,” she sniffs, dabbing at her eyes with the back of a slender finger. “This is a Cerberus vessel.”
Yeah, don’t I know it. “Well, if you just came down here to be a bitch, then you can go bawl somewhere else. Or you can stop, since some of us like to sleep at night.” I turn to go back to the metal slab that serves as bed, bench, storage locker, and anything else I need it for. I don’t need a lot of space, but the little space I have, I value.
There’s some silence, but then she says, “I trusted Niket.”