[Every other reply had ticked in very quickly, like Barry was sitting there staring at his phone, thumbs ready to type a reply. This time, it takes sixteen minutes for Barry to respond.]
[The timing is just as off as everything else, but Lup's own response comes quickly, even as she's already pulling herself up to leave. Something's going on at home and she can't just let the issue sit. Maybe Barry's feeling sick and just coming off as a dick on accident??]
[lup may be talented in a lot of areas, but she's never been the one to just let a fight drop without getting the last word in. She's pulling pulling a shirt over her head and still refusing to let go of her phone, typing right back at him.]
im on my way just chill out what the fucks going on?? is this a bit? am i missing the joke? or is this taako? i stg if its taako im going to shove your fucking umbrella where the double suns dont shine
[It takes the woman a little over thirty minutes to get away from Lucretia's and finally arrive home, the elf too caught up in her thoughts to even notice the gentle buzzing of the phone in her back pocket. It's only when she finally steps up to the front door that she checks, scrolling down the long list of notifications, her mouth pressed into a thin line when she pushes the front door open.]
[As Lup enters, Barry is right there in front of her, jolting to attention as the door swings open almost close enough to hit him in the face. His eyes are wide as they shoot up from his phone and lock on to her, almost frantic, pupils panicked pinpricks, his breath coming in short bursts.
Once he's sure it's her, that she's really here, finally home with him again, his brows knit together in a tight frown. There's still concern on Barry's face, fear, a flash of relief, but it gets harder to spot behind the foreign rage that starts overtaking it.]
[Alright. That checks Taako stealing Barry's phone off of her list. Lup is still no closer to knowing what the hell is going on.
The elf is well annoyed at having her afternoon plans interrupted, but the worry in Barry's expression leaves Lup with a growing pit at the bottom of her belly. What the hell was he so worried about in the first place? She'd been just as safe at Lucretia's as she'd been here. If anything, making her walk home all tipsy was probably the most unsafe thing she could have done.
Before she can dive too deeply into the whys there, the man's expression was shifting, twisting into the kind of look that Lup's not certain she's ever seen on Barry's sweet face before. They've fought in the past enough, sure, and it wasn't always just Lup screaming, but he's never looked at her with that kind of unbridled rage before. Especially not when she hasn't actually done anything to deserve it.]
I told you. [Lup's eyes remain locked on Barry for a lingering few seconds before she's dropping her gaze down to her feet, where she takes her time kicking off her shoes. Knowing her as well as he does, Barry would be able to pick up on Lup deliberately prolonging things just because he seems to want her to rush. That's probably why it took her so long getting home too.] I was drinking. Havin' fun. Just took me a little longer to get over the bridge.
[He's almost snarling at her, his tone harsh, his words unfair. Barry can't help it. Ever since he woke up this morning, this awful feeling has been gnawing at him incessantly, a steady flow of intrusive thoughts interrupting his work. Assumptions, insecurities, suspicions he'd dismissed as completely ridiculous months ago that suddenly seemed all too real to him.
Lup has been spending a lot of time with Lucretia lately.
It was something he'd welcomed last month, when Lucretia returned to Hadriel and was once again refused a place in the home they all shared. Barry loves Lucretia like a sister, always has, and he knows Lup does the same. The two of them were always so close, being the only two women on the ship. Time and distance hadn't changed that. He'd wanted Lucretia to have a friend around, to have someone she could depend on. But now... all of a sudden it feels like something much less innocent is going on.
He can just tell. And he can't tolerate that.
His eyes narrow as he watches Lup's movements, deliberately slow, as even as she can make them in her state. Barry knows she's doing it to piss him off. Holding his gaze like that, making a show out of toeing out of her shoes, completely nonchalant and uncaring. How dare she? He'd been so worried about her, so scared she was going behind his back, and she completely disregards him like this? She's rubbing it in his face.]
Y'stayed behind on purpose. Right? 'Cause y'were with her?
[It's a game Lup's basically an expert in. As quick as she can be to rise to anger most of the time, she's just as good at throwing up walls and playing distantly aloof, mouth pressed into a line while she meets his burning gaze with a look of absolute disinterest. It had been a tactic Lup used so much more earlier on into their relationship, when Barry's feelings for her were still so terrifyingly new, when she could look into his eyes and the depth of love she saw there was just too much.
But they'd grown past that decades upon decades ago. Barry's impossible love for Lup doesn't scare the woman anymore.
--At least, she didn't think it did. But the unnatural snarl at his lips right now, the jealousy dripping from his tone, it all makes Lup want to take a step back, to put a little distance between them for the first time in half a century.
But she stays where she is, too stubborn to move, gently toeing off her shoe before she's raising her chin to meet his gaze. Lup's trying for aloof, but the irritation that twists at her lips at his implication is too obvious.]
Are you trashed? [Instead of stepping away, Lup sweeps forward, a hand moving to Barry's shoulder to give him a little push towards the stairs, like he's a grumpy toddler who just needs a nap to feel better.] I hang out with Luce all the time. This isn't new. Don't get all paranoid on me, Barold. It's not very attractive.
[Lup gives him a little shove, insinuates he's drunk, doing nothing but fueling the anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. She's not even taking this seriously. Barry reaches up to swat her hand away, maybe a little harder than he'd intended - but what did she expect? He's pissed. She's clearly aware of it.]
Yeah. Y'do hang out with Lucretia all th'time. All th'fuckin' time, Lup. Am I supposed t'not have a problem with that?
[He hadn't had a problem with that. It's a fleeting thought, dancing at the periphery of his mind, over much too soon. This is the first time he's had any real suspicions, any honest doubt about Lup's intentions. If only he could grasp on to that thought, realize how ridiculous he sounds, recognize that these feelings are false, this rage has been planted...
But he doesn't. He stands up straighter, shoulders squared, not intent on letting her push him around again.] You looked me dead in the eye when I got here and swore y'were never with her. And th'second she comes back, you're all over her. Which is it, Lup?
[Barry swats away her hand, with just enough strength for Lup's neutral expression to twist with surprise, but it's the way he's squaring his shoulders against her, absolutely refusing to move, that pauses the elf completely. Even when they've fought before, Barry's rarely ever been this pigheaded with her. In the midst of past arguments, she'd drag him along back to their room for a more private place to hash things out instead of the Starblaster living room. But it seems like today Barry wants to unload everything here, right in the entryway of their new home.
Alright, two can play at that game.]
Barry! [Usually when Lup says his name, it's soft and tender, like she's saying so much more with that single word, or she's laughing his name out with a tease, her eyes crinkled in delight. Today though, Lup barks Barry's name out in irritation, her aloof act dropping fast. Lup doesn't need Rage's influence for that hot anger to boil up inside of her at her husband's completely unfair accusations. How dare he throw this question right back at her again after the conversation they'd had months ago. Did he think she was untrustworthy? Was fifty-plus years of being together not enough for Barry to fully trust her?
The thought burns right through Lup.]
I can't believe you're bringing this crap up again. I'm not fucking around with Luce. There. Is that what you want to hear? [If he's not going to follow her up the stairs, Lup doesn't have any qualms with stepping in close to him, meeting his heated glare with one of her own.] Feel like a real big man now, huh?
This fight should be over now. Lup's words should sink in and he should feel ashamed of himself for ever doubting her, for ever thinking she'd go behind his back and fool around with someone else. He should be in tears, apologizing, begging for Lup's understanding, for forgiveness of his blatantly false accusations.
But Barry watches her step closer, not flinching as she scowls at him, and he can't shake the feeling that she's still lying to him. That Lup hangs out with Lucretia so much because they're fooling around, because she enjoys her company more than Barry's. He can't imagine any other scenario than the two of them alone, making out, fucking, laughing about her fat, stupid, trusting husband waiting for her at home with no idea. Just the thought of Lup spending time with anyone but him makes his vision blur at the corners, his heart throbbing painfully in his chest, but Lucretia being the one makes everything so much worse.
Lup is incredible. She's sharp and gorgeous and intensely likeable. She could have literally anyone she wants. And right now, for some reason, it feels like she has.]
How can I know that for sure, huh? You're always over there, always spendin' time with her. Don't tell me y'haven't thought about fuckin' her, 'cause I know that's a fuckin' lie. [He doesn't budge, watching her reactions and movements too close for comfort.] Is that why y'were home late, huh? Couldn't find where y'left your pants?
[At first, Lup's only reaction is a sharp intake of breath through her teeth, hurt blossoming in her chest just painful enough to reflect in the look she's narrowing at him.
Barry doesn't believe her. Doesn't trust her. It's one thing for him to get a little suspicious, to question her, but it's another entirely for Lup to tell him one thing and for him to disregard her words completely. Barry's never done that before, he's always taken her word over his own insecure feelings and intrusive thoughts. Always put his faith in the woman he loves because Lup's never given him a reason to think she'd lie. She may fudge the truth a little on small, non-consequential things, but she's never once stared Barry in the face and lied to him.
And now she's being treated like their half a century together means nothing.
But there's more. Beyond just insinuating she's lying, Barry throws Lucretia in her face and the woman's mouth falls open in quiet shock. The accusation of lying to him hurts, but this feels like she's been stabbed in the back by the person she trusted most. Because he knows Lup can't deny any attraction to the other woman because she's told Barry about it pointedly in the past. And now it seems her complete honesty with him is a punishable offense. He trusts more in his own damn delusions than his own wife looking him in the eye and denying it.
This kind of betrayal rips at Lup's heart, makes her feel weak and vulnerable and more scared than she'd like to admit. When she speaks, it isn't with the usual bluster she has during fights. It's low and firm and cold.]
Fuck off.
[And Barry may have the weight advantage, but Lup slams into him anyway, attempting to shoulder check him on her way further into the house, wanting to just move past him and lock herself in her and Taako's room for awhile.]
[Nothing she could've said or done would have made him more suspicious than this. Lup flat-out refuses to explain herself, to defend herself, just coldly brushes him off and shoulders roughly past him, storming away from him. It doesn't register to Barry that he's being cruel, unreasonable, completely unfair. It doesn't register that Lup is hurting and it's unequivocally his fault. The only thing that sticks is that Lup is fleeing, not even bothering with an explanation.
Barry's heart drops right through his stomach then, leaving his chest feeling hollow, an aching void. He can't believe this is happening to him. Over half a century together, and he'd never thought Lup could do something like this to him. He can feel his pulse picking up, his eyes prickling with tears, which in turn only makes him more furious. He's been nothing but loving and supportive towards her... and she's throwing that all away for something on the side?
Lup gets past him, making it a couple steps towards the stairs before Barry whirls around, striding after her and grabbing her arm.]
Don't walk away from me! I trusted you, Lup! I-- I trusted you, I love you, I-I don't understand why you'd do this. [His grip on her arm tightens as he tries to pull her closer, his eyes frantic, every line on his face tense with rage and fear.] What did I do? Am I not good enough for you? I don't understand!
[It takes all of the woman's restraint, but somehow she doesn't completely just shove Barry away from her when he grabs for her arm. If it was anyone else, Lup would fight, would set herself aflame, anything to break free and just go. But even with these accusations burning in her gut, this is still Barry. Still the man she's loved for nearly a century. The man she's faced down the end of the world with a hundred times over.
The tears prickling at his eyes when she turns back to him are proof enough of that, even if the rage twisting in his expression is so foreign to her.]
I can't believe you even have to ask. No! I'm not--[just saying it makes Lup's mouth curl in anger, ears flattening as Barry's grip tightens against her arm. She gives it a tug away from him.] I'm not sleeping around behind your back! You're losin' your damn mind.
[The obvious reason for his emotional state doesn't even occur to Lup while she stares him down, sharp eyes trailing along the fear and anger mixed into every line of his face. Something is horribly wrong, but the gods in Hadriel have never played a game like this with her before. They've manipulated what she's seen, but never what she's felt to this extent. It's always been smaller, more subtle things before this.] What d'you want? A friggin' pinky promise I'm not gettin' some on the side? Will that convince you?
[As for Barry, he's too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions racing through him to realize they're not even his own. He hasn't been in Hadriel long enough to really know what the gods are capable of, to really grasp how thoroughly they can mess with your emotional state. It's only been things that messed with his perception. Strange dreamstates he can distance himself from.
But this? This feels real. This feels immediate and true and Barry is desperate to understand what's happening.
Lup tugs her arm in his grip, fighting his hold, and while it loosens a little, he doesn't let her go. She seems angry. Either defensive or offended. It's distressing that Barry can't tell which it is.] I-- I want to believe you, Lup. I love you so much, you know that, right? Y-You're the most important person in my life, I-- I can't lose you.
[The desperation on his face is plainly obvious, eyes glassy with tears and wild as he searches her angry face for any kind of clue, any sign to tell him his fears are unfounded. She can't be cheating on him, she can't, but his gut is screaming that she has to be.] I got scared. I didn't hear from you and-- a-and I know you're close to Lucretia, so I... I freaked. I can't lose you, Lup, th-the thought of losin' you drives me crazy, I...
[Barry's shaking and scared, the rage that had been fueling him suddenly just gone. Now he's left looking frightened up at her, eyes glossy and wet, which tugs right at the elf's heartstrings so much more effectively than his anger ever could. Lup gaze back at him is hard, sharpened by her hurt, but after a few moments of intense staring, the woman's letting loose a sigh. The sound is full of tiredness and exasperation, but not nearly as pissed as she'd been.
The hand curled around her arm is trembling in desperation, like Barry might vibrate right out of his skin if she can't give him the exact words he needs to hear. Lup lifts her free hand to rest over his shaking hand.]
Bar, I promise you. I'd never fuck around behind your back. That's not me. [Lup may be rude and abrasive and more than often just wrong, but she's honest. She couldn't look into his eyes and lie to him, especially not this.] You've... You gotta put more faith in me. We've been through too much for you to freak out on me like that.
[There's something about the phrase 'the thought of losin' you drives me crazy' that doesn't sit well with Lup, that curls around her chest and tightens uncomfortably there, but she's too relieved that this conversation is turning around to put more thought into it.]
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however long i wanna stay
we're drinking and having girl time
if it gets late ill just steal her couch
nbd
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i want you to come home right now
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why?
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i asked you to come home
do you not want to now
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but fine
lemme change and ill head back
gimme like 20 mins
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ok.
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im on my way just chill out
what the fucks going on?? is this a bit? am i missing the joke?
or is this taako?
i stg if its taako im going to shove your fucking umbrella where the double suns dont shine
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how much longer until youre home
should i come meet you halfway
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just leaving now
[or in like two minutes tops. she kicked off her shoes somewhere...]
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where are you now
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lup
lup
answer me
lup
did something happen
please
where the fuck are you
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Alright, alright. I'm home, jeez.
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Once he's sure it's her, that she's really here, finally home with him again, his brows knit together in a tight frown. There's still concern on Barry's face, fear, a flash of relief, but it gets harder to spot behind the foreign rage that starts overtaking it.]
What took you so long?
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The elf is well annoyed at having her afternoon plans interrupted, but the worry in Barry's expression leaves Lup with a growing pit at the bottom of her belly. What the hell was he so worried about in the first place? She'd been just as safe at Lucretia's as she'd been here. If anything, making her walk home all tipsy was probably the most unsafe thing she could have done.
Before she can dive too deeply into the whys there, the man's expression was shifting, twisting into the kind of look that Lup's not certain she's ever seen on Barry's sweet face before. They've fought in the past enough, sure, and it wasn't always just Lup screaming, but he's never looked at her with that kind of unbridled rage before. Especially not when she hasn't actually done anything to deserve it.]
I told you. [Lup's eyes remain locked on Barry for a lingering few seconds before she's dropping her gaze down to her feet, where she takes her time kicking off her shoes. Knowing her as well as he does, Barry would be able to pick up on Lup deliberately prolonging things just because he seems to want her to rush. That's probably why it took her so long getting home too.] I was drinking. Havin' fun. Just took me a little longer to get over the bridge.
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[He's almost snarling at her, his tone harsh, his words unfair. Barry can't help it. Ever since he woke up this morning, this awful feeling has been gnawing at him incessantly, a steady flow of intrusive thoughts interrupting his work. Assumptions, insecurities, suspicions he'd dismissed as completely ridiculous months ago that suddenly seemed all too real to him.
Lup has been spending a lot of time with Lucretia lately.
It was something he'd welcomed last month, when Lucretia returned to Hadriel and was once again refused a place in the home they all shared. Barry loves Lucretia like a sister, always has, and he knows Lup does the same. The two of them were always so close, being the only two women on the ship. Time and distance hadn't changed that. He'd wanted Lucretia to have a friend around, to have someone she could depend on. But now... all of a sudden it feels like something much less innocent is going on.
He can just tell. And he can't tolerate that.
His eyes narrow as he watches Lup's movements, deliberately slow, as even as she can make them in her state. Barry knows she's doing it to piss him off. Holding his gaze like that, making a show out of toeing out of her shoes, completely nonchalant and uncaring. How dare she? He'd been so worried about her, so scared she was going behind his back, and she completely disregards him like this? She's rubbing it in his face.]
Y'stayed behind on purpose. Right? 'Cause y'were with her?
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But they'd grown past that decades upon decades ago. Barry's impossible love for Lup doesn't scare the woman anymore.
--At least, she didn't think it did. But the unnatural snarl at his lips right now, the jealousy dripping from his tone, it all makes Lup want to take a step back, to put a little distance between them for the first time in half a century.
But she stays where she is, too stubborn to move, gently toeing off her shoe before she's raising her chin to meet his gaze. Lup's trying for aloof, but the irritation that twists at her lips at his implication is too obvious.]
Are you trashed? [Instead of stepping away, Lup sweeps forward, a hand moving to Barry's shoulder to give him a little push towards the stairs, like he's a grumpy toddler who just needs a nap to feel better.] I hang out with Luce all the time. This isn't new. Don't get all paranoid on me, Barold. It's not very attractive.
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Yeah. Y'do hang out with Lucretia all th'time. All th'fuckin' time, Lup. Am I supposed t'not have a problem with that?
[He hadn't had a problem with that. It's a fleeting thought, dancing at the periphery of his mind, over much too soon. This is the first time he's had any real suspicions, any honest doubt about Lup's intentions. If only he could grasp on to that thought, realize how ridiculous he sounds, recognize that these feelings are false, this rage has been planted...
But he doesn't. He stands up straighter, shoulders squared, not intent on letting her push him around again.] You looked me dead in the eye when I got here and swore y'were never with her. And th'second she comes back, you're all over her. Which is it, Lup?
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Alright, two can play at that game.]
Barry! [Usually when Lup says his name, it's soft and tender, like she's saying so much more with that single word, or she's laughing his name out with a tease, her eyes crinkled in delight. Today though, Lup barks Barry's name out in irritation, her aloof act dropping fast. Lup doesn't need Rage's influence for that hot anger to boil up inside of her at her husband's completely unfair accusations. How dare he throw this question right back at her again after the conversation they'd had months ago. Did he think she was untrustworthy? Was fifty-plus years of being together not enough for Barry to fully trust her?
The thought burns right through Lup.]
I can't believe you're bringing this crap up again. I'm not fucking around with Luce. There. Is that what you want to hear? [If he's not going to follow her up the stairs, Lup doesn't have any qualms with stepping in close to him, meeting his heated glare with one of her own.] Feel like a real big man now, huh?
I didn't do shit.
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This fight should be over now. Lup's words should sink in and he should feel ashamed of himself for ever doubting her, for ever thinking she'd go behind his back and fool around with someone else. He should be in tears, apologizing, begging for Lup's understanding, for forgiveness of his blatantly false accusations.
But Barry watches her step closer, not flinching as she scowls at him, and he can't shake the feeling that she's still lying to him. That Lup hangs out with Lucretia so much because they're fooling around, because she enjoys her company more than Barry's. He can't imagine any other scenario than the two of them alone, making out, fucking, laughing about her fat, stupid, trusting husband waiting for her at home with no idea. Just the thought of Lup spending time with anyone but him makes his vision blur at the corners, his heart throbbing painfully in his chest, but Lucretia being the one makes everything so much worse.
Lup is incredible. She's sharp and gorgeous and intensely likeable. She could have literally anyone she wants. And right now, for some reason, it feels like she has.]
How can I know that for sure, huh? You're always over there, always spendin' time with her. Don't tell me y'haven't thought about fuckin' her, 'cause I know that's a fuckin' lie. [He doesn't budge, watching her reactions and movements too close for comfort.] Is that why y'were home late, huh? Couldn't find where y'left your pants?
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Barry doesn't believe her. Doesn't trust her. It's one thing for him to get a little suspicious, to question her, but it's another entirely for Lup to tell him one thing and for him to disregard her words completely. Barry's never done that before, he's always taken her word over his own insecure feelings and intrusive thoughts. Always put his faith in the woman he loves because Lup's never given him a reason to think she'd lie. She may fudge the truth a little on small, non-consequential things, but she's never once stared Barry in the face and lied to him.
And now she's being treated like their half a century together means nothing.
But there's more. Beyond just insinuating she's lying, Barry throws Lucretia in her face and the woman's mouth falls open in quiet shock. The accusation of lying to him hurts, but this feels like she's been stabbed in the back by the person she trusted most. Because he knows Lup can't deny any attraction to the other woman because she's told Barry about it pointedly in the past. And now it seems her complete honesty with him is a punishable offense. He trusts more in his own damn delusions than his own wife looking him in the eye and denying it.
This kind of betrayal rips at Lup's heart, makes her feel weak and vulnerable and more scared than she'd like to admit. When she speaks, it isn't with the usual bluster she has during fights. It's low and firm and cold.]
Fuck off.
[And Barry may have the weight advantage, but Lup slams into him anyway, attempting to shoulder check him on her way further into the house, wanting to just move past him and lock herself in her and Taako's room for awhile.]
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[Nothing she could've said or done would have made him more suspicious than this. Lup flat-out refuses to explain herself, to defend herself, just coldly brushes him off and shoulders roughly past him, storming away from him. It doesn't register to Barry that he's being cruel, unreasonable, completely unfair. It doesn't register that Lup is hurting and it's unequivocally his fault. The only thing that sticks is that Lup is fleeing, not even bothering with an explanation.
Barry's heart drops right through his stomach then, leaving his chest feeling hollow, an aching void. He can't believe this is happening to him. Over half a century together, and he'd never thought Lup could do something like this to him. He can feel his pulse picking up, his eyes prickling with tears, which in turn only makes him more furious. He's been nothing but loving and supportive towards her... and she's throwing that all away for something on the side?
Lup gets past him, making it a couple steps towards the stairs before Barry whirls around, striding after her and grabbing her arm.]
Don't walk away from me! I trusted you, Lup! I-- I trusted you, I love you, I-I don't understand why you'd do this. [His grip on her arm tightens as he tries to pull her closer, his eyes frantic, every line on his face tense with rage and fear.] What did I do? Am I not good enough for you? I don't understand!
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The tears prickling at his eyes when she turns back to him are proof enough of that, even if the rage twisting in his expression is so foreign to her.]
I can't believe you even have to ask. No! I'm not--[just saying it makes Lup's mouth curl in anger, ears flattening as Barry's grip tightens against her arm. She gives it a tug away from him.] I'm not sleeping around behind your back! You're losin' your damn mind.
[The obvious reason for his emotional state doesn't even occur to Lup while she stares him down, sharp eyes trailing along the fear and anger mixed into every line of his face. Something is horribly wrong, but the gods in Hadriel have never played a game like this with her before. They've manipulated what she's seen, but never what she's felt to this extent. It's always been smaller, more subtle things before this.] What d'you want? A friggin' pinky promise I'm not gettin' some on the side? Will that convince you?
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But this? This feels real. This feels immediate and true and Barry is desperate to understand what's happening.
Lup tugs her arm in his grip, fighting his hold, and while it loosens a little, he doesn't let her go. She seems angry. Either defensive or offended. It's distressing that Barry can't tell which it is.] I-- I want to believe you, Lup. I love you so much, you know that, right? Y-You're the most important person in my life, I-- I can't lose you.
[The desperation on his face is plainly obvious, eyes glassy with tears and wild as he searches her angry face for any kind of clue, any sign to tell him his fears are unfounded. She can't be cheating on him, she can't, but his gut is screaming that she has to be.] I got scared. I didn't hear from you and-- a-and I know you're close to Lucretia, so I... I freaked. I can't lose you, Lup, th-the thought of losin' you drives me crazy, I...
[He's shaking.] Y-You swear nothin' happened? Please, Lup, please tell me nothin' happened.
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The hand curled around her arm is trembling in desperation, like Barry might vibrate right out of his skin if she can't give him the exact words he needs to hear. Lup lifts her free hand to rest over his shaking hand.]
Bar, I promise you. I'd never fuck around behind your back. That's not me. [Lup may be rude and abrasive and more than often just wrong, but she's honest. She couldn't look into his eyes and lie to him, especially not this.] You've... You gotta put more faith in me. We've been through too much for you to freak out on me like that.
[There's something about the phrase 'the thought of losin' you drives me crazy' that doesn't sit well with Lup, that curls around her chest and tightens uncomfortably there, but she's too relieved that this conversation is turning around to put more thought into it.]
You trust me, don't you?
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