A Dorm Divided

Broen winced as he slid onto the couch with a beer in his hand. Hair still wet from the shower and muscles still sore from his latest challenge, he stared up at the ceiling. Promising himself he wasn't going to cry again. Everything Rory and Jude said... they were fucking wrong. He couldn't do this. When it's normal human vs supernatural creature, the latter always wins. Especially...

He glanced over at the shut door that led to his dormmate's room. His Game of Divine Right partner... Althea. Regalia of the Awakened Soul. Fuck him, this was the worst. He could've said no to dorming with her. But he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of having him be the one to say he didn't want to be around her.

...especially when your partner stacks the deck against you.

@Sarrain

Broen sighed. He knew this was coming. That didn't make it any less infuriating to deal with. He didn't flinch when Althea popped up behind him. It's not like she was subtle. She had a presence about her. He swept his eyes over to look at her without turning his head.

"You know I've only won the first one you had me do." The riddle game against Zora. Won on a technicality, since he knew she didn't know his first name up to that point.

"Can we not do this right now? I think I pulled a muscle in my back in that last challenge..." Roa could heal him, but he wouldn't be happy about hearing that Broen had gotten hurt... again.

Broen couldn't help it. When she sat down and pulled out the notebook, he stole a glance at it. Then he turned his head away, grimacing. Probably what she had wanted. Taunt him some more about how many times he'd failed now.

"You know what you're doing. I don't need to be fuckin reminded that I'm..." Fucked. He was fucked was what he was. He knew that much, but it didn't help that he had her breathing down his neck constantly about it. He drank his entire can of beer in one go. Broen considered going to bed, but he didn't have the energy. So he just sat there, looking at the wall and trying to ignore the girl sitting beside him.

"Shut the fuck up, Althea!" Broen snapped back suddenly, throwing his can across the room. He stood up, ignoring the pain in his back for a second and turning to face her.

"Me being an asshole isn't the same as you trying to get me fucking killed, you psychotic bitch!" He was flaring. He had been working on getting his emotions under control, but it was still shaky. And it didn't really help that he had her poking at him constantly.

He had a lot he wanted to say. But it'd just be slamming his head into a wall, trying to make it fall over. He'd done this too many times already. If he kept going... Broen shook the thought away. No. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.

Broen clenched his jaw, biting back the response he had immediately in mind. Then maybe I'll just go eat a bullet and be done with it. Then I'll win.

The thought came up so easily, and he felt nothing about it. It was just an option he had. Broen shuddered a bit. "You don't know jack shit about me, but you sure as fuck act like you do."