sorry seems to be the hardest word [Open]

[sylviedevereux]

She spends the entire flight wringing her hands. As soon as the plane took off she regretted her decision and wished she was anywhere but strapped into her seat heading towards the United States. She's never been to the USA, and on some level, that's exciting, she supposes, but on the main level, oh mon dieu, what am I doing? Four years ago, she said that she was done with this, with him, with everything that kept tying her down to that mess of a life. She said that she was done, but here she is, flying straight into the eye of the storm.

She comes armed with more books on the occult than she thought she'd ever be able to find. Her local librarian had thought she was losing it a little with how many books she had gathered, but she had to know everything she could before she faced him again. Once, he had told her what he was, and despite the love and the gorgeous life they had shared, the whole idea had stricken icy fear down her spine. She had thought she couldn't get tangled up in that mess again; she had wondered, briefly, if he had been one of them, sent to find her.

In her rational mind, Sylvie knows it was all a gut reaction, that two years of trusting Shea Cooper with everything she had should have taught her better than to doubt him at a second's notice. She'll regret making that decision until the day she dies, and this is some kind of atonement for it, like she can forgive herself for throwing away her happy ending if she just sees him one more time.

The plane touches down and she's in a cab heading for Siren Cove before she's really ready for it, and then the cottage she'd organised online is staring her in the face and this is real. She gives herself long enough to unlock the door and put her bags down before she grabs her handbag and heads straight back out the front door. If she's going to deal with this, the first thing she needs to go and find is a bottle of wine, and maybe by tomorrow she'll have steeled herself to track him down.


ooc: hi, this is sylvie. quick intro post for her before I have to hiatus :( catch her around town, or maybe be her neighbour?

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[sylviedevereux]

Her father's fire in her flares when he starts talking like she's walked into a grocery store and ruined his life, but she quickly tempers it with the knowledge that he has a point. This is going to be hard, and she can't let herself get worked up over every little thing that's said between now and when she inevitably gets booted out of this place. He's Coop's best friend and he has a right to be mad, even if she wants to tell him he doesn't know anything about her or what happened.

"Sorry to trouble you," she says, and she means it. She hadn't meant for this trip for wine to become so exhausting, and she's betting neither did he. "I've got a place." She watches him gathering up his bags and bottles and nods. "I don't want to keep you," she starts, giving him the out. He can tell Coop whatever he wants; it's not her right to dictate what he can and can't do from here. She would have liked to talk to him herself without any interruptions, but that's out of her hands.

[owenphillips]

“It’s not your fault,” he admits. As he had said, the timing was just terrible. The police were ‘having a chat with him’ tomorrow. Hence why his friends had taken on babysitting duties for the night and why they were probably going to call him again in a minute. Really they should all realise that he wasn’t going to do anything stupid at this point, that time had passed. Reining his attention back to the present, he nodded his head at Sylvie and asked, “Are you alright getting there? New places can be a bit confusing.”

He’s still deciding what to do about Coop. It’s one of those head and heart decisions where it’s not really clear what is the best decision. Even after knowing Coop for so long, he isn’t really sure which his friend would prefer in this situation. Considering it had never really cropped up before.

[sylviedevereux]

She has to appreciate that even during this shitfight, he's concerned that she might not get home okay. In all honesty she isn't 100% sure how to get back to where she was, but she's sure she can manage. He clearly has places to be, and she doesn't know that she should be hanging out with Coop's friends before she talks to Shea himself.

"I'll be fine, thank you, though."

[owenphillips]

He’s not sure if he quite believes her, but he’s not going to demand he makes sure she gets home. She’s managed to find Siren Cove after all; she’ll most likely be just fine finding wherever she is staying. So he adjusts how he’s holding the bottles and wonders quite what goodbye is suitable for this situation. Instead of words he goes for a polite nod of the head and takes a step before realising what he should say. “Look. Sylvie. I’m not going to say anything to him. If you talk to him and he decides he never wants to see you again, then he can tell you that. So… Please don’t do anything if you think you’re going to hurt him again.”

Because Coop deserved so much better than that. And Owen was putting trust in a person he didn’t really trust with that promise. Even though he knew she had to care for his best friend to some extent to fly all this way.

He didn’t really think there was anything else to say at that point and headed off down the aisle towards the checkouts. Answering his phone this time, when it began to ring again.