#soulsuckrrs: sidian

[redruined]

@soulsuckrrs​

“c’mon, don’t be a baby. just dress up with me.”

[holyfailed]

@soulsuckrrs​ needs to come get his wife

“do you want me?” there’s none of her coy smiles or teasing tone this time. just a genuine question, her feelings laid bare.

[fortunefavours-a]

Anyway Sidian clearly doesn't want he and Jordan to get a divorce but @soulsuckrrs is hiding it all in IMs.

[holyfailed]

@soulsuckrrs​

“stop trying to tell me what to do, sidian. i’m not one of your little flunkies. i’m not even your wife.” well, she wouldn’t be in about two weeks when the papers went through, but her point stands. she’s done being under his thumb.

[redruined]

@soulsuckrrs​​

Okay, yeah, she wasn’t supposed to be here, but Sidian was nothing if not fastidious and he still hadn’t taken her key, so she was choosing to take that as a sign, rather than an oversight. Slipping her shoes off at the door, she pads silently across the floor and into the living room, not giving her soon to be ex much time to react before she’s easing onto the couch beside him, laying back with her forearm covering her eyes and sliding her sock clad feet into his lap.

“Look, I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I’ve had a really bad day and my head hurts so can you lecture me about how inappropriate this is later?”

[redruined]

( @soulsuckrrs​ | i don’t know why i’m like this )

“do you regret getting married?”

[redruined]

@soulsuckrrs​ didn’t ask for a starter but is getting one anyway

She unclips the house key from her key ring and lays it on the kitchen counter, knowing it’s the last time she’ll be letting herself into their his place and not wanting to cause any extra issues. After that, it doesn’t take her long to track him down within the house, tending to some of the plants in a spare room. Good. That meant he should at least be calm and maybe that would make things easier, though she can’t imagine how this could ever be easy.

“I’m tired, Sid,” she starts quietly, before he’s even fully turned around to face her. “I’m tired of being sad and I’m tired of wondering where I fucked up and I’m tired of hoping you’ll fight for this. I shouldn’t have prolonged this whole thing. I’m sorry for that, but I’m done now. I met with my lawyer this afternoon, you can keep everything you wanted, I won’t fight you. It’s past time we did this.” And with that, she lays the divorce papers on the dresser in front of him.