nextgenerationmarvel | Breaking Up Is Hard To Do...

It had been a few weeks since Roxie Danvers had been home. After the whole being-kidnapped-by-the-Kree thing (which Roxie was referring to as the Kreenapping debacle), Roxie had just stopped by to grab some clothes, and then she’d promptly taken off to her father’s private island - Areopagus - off of the coast of Greece. She’d needed a break - to take some time off away from everyone and everything, and think some things over. But she knew that she would have to come home soon enough, because there was only so much time that she could take off from school, and only so much she could do to avoid her duties at Young Woman magazine.

Now, she floated above her apartment, dressed in a flowing, Grecian-style gown in a dark, midnight blue. The colour played up the tan that she’d gotten in Greece, and complimented the new, dark chestnut shade of her hair nicely. A warm, golden glow surrounded her - warmth from her photonic energy. She'd forgotten that it was January and that it was, well, cold.

She crossed her arms across her chest, a frown tugging down the corners of her full, glossy mouth. There were certain decisions that she had come to while in Greece - decisions that she had kept her up at night, coupled with the nightmares reminding her that the Kree had wanted her to be their new brood mare. These were decisions that had not come to her easily, but decisions that needed to be made. She needed to make these changes, as much as she perhaps didn’t want to.

Hefting her shiny new war mace from one shoulder to the other, Roxie took a deep breath, and then descended down towards the sunroof that would let her into her apartment.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

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Somewhere between defiantly and desperately, Vincent squeezes her hand.

"...I'm a genius demi-god... I can make sense of anything... or fix anything..."

"Not this time, sweetie." She slipped her hand out of Vincent's and wrapped her arms around herself. "It's taken a lot of unpleasantly sleepless nights, but...I need to...end things. With you."

A flurry of emotions fly through Vincent. Roxanne holding herself like that makes him want to be able to have something to obliterate to make her feel better. Hurt and shock lance through him, and give way to a rage he keeps in check.

He trembles slightly.

"You said you love me."

Tears shone in Roxie's eyes. "I do. I need you to understand that this has absolutely nothing to do with you. I'm going through something right now, and I don't want to drag you through it. It wouldn't be fair to you, or to Audhild, to be subjected to that." She turned away from him and instead looked out a nearby window. "The apartment is yours to keep. I'm going to be crashing somewhere else for a little while, while I sort things through."

And Vincent, being who he is, tries to resolve all that in his head and very precisely comes to the wrong conclusion.

"...you think I'm too weak to deal with it with you.

My life has never been fair. What do you think I'd be afraid of now?"

Roxie had half expected him to do so, but she'd been hoping that he wouldn't.

"No, that's not it at all, Vince. I just don't want to drag you through my issues right now. I'm not even dragging my own mother into them."

"Roxanne, your concern is touching, but I don't need your protection. I need... you." His tone softens again.

Gods, that line hurt. Roxie sighed and closed her eyes. There was no right way to reply to that line. Nothing that she could say or do...

"I'm sorry, Vincent." Because what else was there to possibly say?

He clenches his fists and his jaw, and finally looks away from her.

"I have to ask...

Is there--- no, nevermind."

What good could any answer to the question do? Just asking it would hurt enough, probably.

"So there's nothing left?"

"There's no one else." Because that was most likely the question that he wanted to ask. And there had been no one else. But during the time that she was knocked out will Kreenapped...well, who knew? She'd woken up in formal clothes of some sort - possibly as an alien bride, for all she knew.

Roxie shuddered.

"I'm not sure how to answer that."

"...thank you."

What else could he say?

Vincent shifted back and forth, rubbing one arm. "Audhild is very fond of you. Is there anything you'd prefer I tell her?"

He looks around, almost absentmindedly. "I suppose we'll need a new place... her and I."

"No," she shook her head. "Like I said, this place is for you and her to keep. I don't want to disrupt your lives anymore than I am right now, Vincent."

"She's going to ask why you're not here... why we're not together anymore.

I don't know what to tell her." He bites his lip, actively avoiding her gaze now.

"Tell her the truth. Stuff like that is always difficult to hear, but kids...they prefer the truth to made-up stories that they sometimes tell was a lie."

She sighed and looked up ahead, at the skylight. "I should go, Vincent. Just...make sure she understands that she had nothing to do with my leaving, alright?" She turned towards him and offered him a stiff, uncomfortable, quivering smile. "And take care of yourself."

That said, she was up, rocketing towards the skylight and out of ~~their~~ Vincent's apartment.

As calmly as he can manage, Vincent turns off the stove, throws dinner away, and leaves. He just can't be there right now. He needs to see how much alcohol it takes his constitution to get absolutely obliterated.

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do...

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