Snippet #2575191

Tallyho hissed softly, a heavy breath escaping her, mouth pressed tightly and eyes glaring at the ceiling. Was he really doing that? It should hardly be a secret that the two men had at some point rolled in bed with one another. After so much time it was too obvious and honestly it would be trivial for Tallyho to address him about that of all things. In fact she felt her intelligence insulted that he thought she hadn’t a clue.
“I’m not asking what’s wrong with your… personal tastes.” she paused, making eye contact and saying the phrase loudly and clearly to let him know that she obviously picked up on the relationship too. “I’m asking what’s wrong with the both of you as people. Socially. As people who—“
And there went Kyle. Tallyho was interrupted by his outburst. And as the stalky blonde moved with every intention of attacking Harper Tallyho moved too. But between them. Jutting her shoulder backwards at Kyle as to push him back.
“Sit down Kyle,” she said, voice flat and steely. She glared at the couch. She didn’t care what kind of beef they had at that point. Tallyho was just about to say something that she’d harbored within her ever since they walked through the core. Kyle always had his chance to talk. It was her turn. It was her turn.
She refocused on Harper. Dipping her face towards him—the shadows swallowed her cheeks—an ethereal rigidity about it.
“I’m asking what’s so wrong that the both of you can disregard other lives so easily. I’m asking why you’re so bull headed. I’m asking why you treat her (she gestured towards Skylar) like a side dish you only want to acknowledge when you’re deprived of your main course. Why you live your life so blindly to the troubles of others. Why you’re so ready to call Dorian a friend but you hardly care to take the time to learn about what’s going on in his life. Why you always have to absorb situations and twist them to be about its effect on you and you alone. You don’t have the capacity for empathy and I sensed this about you from the first day I met you. From every instance where you’ve stepped on my toe, or trudged into me without acknowledging it, like I’m a piece of dirt! In my culture we believe that evil is in the ordinary. It is not a grand creature with claws and fiery breath, it is prosaic. It is man. It is forgetfulness. Neglect. A lack of empathy. A lack of consideration. Evil is accidental but it is still evil. Evil is you.”
Tallyho silenced. Smoothing the festering blaze within her.
“I would say that you act so soulless sometimes… But it seems you do that <i>all</i> of the time. And from what I can tell you wouldn’t care if every last one of us were murdered right before you. Because everything is perfect for Harper if he has his current preoccupation. And that preoccupation is safe in Harper’s world… at least until Harper gets bored with it and throws it away with the rest of the trash.”
Tallyho did not storm off or stand there festering. Instead she turned, making a slow, dignified walk to the food table. Almost as if her outburst had never occurred silencing herself with a grape to the lips.