024 x 420 // voice // daddy dearest

[dignity_misery]

[ Carla is laughing as the feed begins, a bitter edge to the sound that isn't all that surprising coming from her. ]

This is not an improvement over the dog.

[ She's not the only one to receive a specter, she has ascertained he is not real. Still, Jorge Morir says something to her and she laughs again. ]

I'm so bored I could cry, why do you think?

[ Another pause, listening, another laugh, this one startled. ]

I've had enough. My tolerance is low.

Comments

[synanthrope]

Boredom.

[dignity_misery]

I never did well with it.

[Although by boredom she means loneliness.]

[synanthrope]

Are you bored or just lonely?

[dignity_misery]

[She bites back an immediate 'no' but can only get so far as compromising,]

Both.

[synanthrope]

Understandable.

[dignity_misery]

[Correction:]

Irritating.

[synanthrope]

Then do something about it.

[dignity_misery]

That's the idea.

[synanthrope]

And?

[dignity_misery]

And now I'm talking to you.

[She knows exactly how pathetic that sounds.]

voice

[bedsidemanners]

Then maybe you need to get out more.

voice

[dignity_misery]

I'm not fond of the idea of limping around town.

voice

[bedsidemanners]

Moping at home is even less pleasant.

voice

[dignity_misery]

I'm very good at it.

[There is definitely something bitter there. Maybe it's because she'd spent years locked in a studio, moping herself to death.]

voice

[bedsidemanners]

So am I.

[His own dry honesty surprises him, almost, but he keeps on.]

Which is why I don't recommend it.

voice

[dignity_misery]

I can't work like this.

[And work was really all she had going for her without the comforting home life she had built up.]

Private

[worldofourown]

[...Has she snapped?...]

Who are you speaking to, Carla?

Private

[dignity_misery]

His name is Jorge Morir.

Private

[worldofourown]

Oh.

[The names rings a bell from the Gargantuan curse.]

Your father.

[Ouch.]

Private

[dignity_misery]

That's him.

Private

[worldofourown]

A curse, clearly.

[He's glad his own hasn't visited.]

...Is he saying unpleasant things? Or just annoying ones?

Private

[dignity_misery]

There's no bad blood between my father and I.

[This is not strictly true. She had never really forgiven him for marrying a woman as vapid as her mother.]

He wanted to know when I became so helpless.

[If the words had come from someone else, they might have stung, but she knows Jorge far too well. They had never had a relationship, but they had always known one another for what they were. They are alike in many ways, although he was never as open with his ruthlessness like her. He had his companies for that.]

Private

[worldofourown]

He's not really here.

Best to ignore him.

[He doesn't remember much of his human parents. After becoming a Chevalier, his focus was entirely on Diva. The Mother. Not that their relationship was ever perfect.]

Private

[dignity_misery]

He's been reading the newspaper all morning.

[He's been ignoring her. She didn't really mind, not because it was him anyway, but it had made her loneliness start to sing again. So she had picked up her device to call for company, and he'd mocked her for it.]

Private

[worldofourown]

Good. Let him amuse himself with playing the crossword.

...Want me to stop by?

[He'll bring food. Naturally.]