Sometimes we disagree

Flurry accepted the bottle, took a healthy swig and passed it back. She wasn't looking forward to how much more she'd have to drink before she got herself well and truely senseless. Drinking the day after always meant more effort. But it was also the only real coping mechanism she had. If the whole kerfuffle was any indication her parents hadn't exactly modelled healthy emotional regulation. She didn't even blame them, not really. Hard to throw stones when you live in a glass house. She just tended to panic and anxiety slightly more than rage. Slightly. So if the choice came down to stewing in her own panic spiral or getting blackout drunk she was gonna pick the latter everytime. She never said it was healthy, just less terrible.

The young woman sat in silence, accepting the bottle whenever it was passed her way but otherwise letting Rivin vent freely. She was listening though and it was obvious in her physical reactions. A dark chuckle at the agreement on fire seemed to be the norm. A small appreciative smile as Rivin said she shouldn't have to clean up her parents' mess. (She knew but no one else seemed to be trying far as she could tell.) And despite herself, a small almost sad smile as Rivin spoke of her relationship. What was that like? To know there was someone out there who'd have your back? She loved her siblings sure and Scald had clearly been worried about her after the meeting but it was... Different. She knew if push came to shove and Deluge had to pick between her and Dread, she'd be left to fend for herself. She didn't know if Scald had someone like that, but she knew it was only a matter of time. And  Rexx? What did she care about Rexx? He'd already proven she wasn't worth shit to him. Bastard. Flurry kinda hated he'd turned up just as everything was blowing up. She had enough to deal with without trying to navigate all the shit him being back brought up. Frankly it was a wonder she'd been sober for any amount of time last night.

Flurry snorted as Rivin seemed to finish. Her words feeling eerily familiar. "It's not an excuse but shit went sideways before the meeting. Some older woman decided us trying to take some chickens was a death threat or some shit. She... She did some serious damage to Sid. Sid technically did start it but I think most of us agreed the line was crossed when the grown ass bitch decided to respond by ripping up the shoulder of a child. It's about the only thing me and my mom agree on from the whole mess. I- I saw red, I wanted to hurt her the way she'd hurt my sister, just a kid. And I did. And I'm not ashamed of that but I do seem to be the only one who felt shit had been set to rights." Flurry sighed, and drank further. "Maybe I only felt that way because I was the one that got to do that. I don't know... But we'd just barely got back and a kid, a yearling, some little wolf from Ethne showed up... I think offering herbs? Poor fool. My mom went after him, tried to kidnap him. He got away thank Abraxas but then the Ethne Alpha showed up and Sakana of all wolves decided it was his turn to just fuck shit up. I don't know exactly what happened, I know they fought but I had to go chase Calli down because she chased after the little guy and of all my siblings she was the most likely to do some serious damage."

Flurry was starting to think the whole drinking thing was making her headache worse. Or maybe it was just having to think about the quick succession of actions that had taken place. "I can understand why my dad might have been particularly upset to see what he thought was mercy being given to a wolf from a pack that had mauled his daughter. And no matter whatever else she is my mom would never be okay with what happened to Sid, it's a shitty place to be emotionally." She groaned, finding herself leaning back on her haunches. "Doesn't make it right still."

Flurry glanced at the bottle and gave a breathy sardonic chuckle. "But also clearly of the four of us you've got the most emotional maturity. I drink so I don't scream like my parents do." And even then it only worked for so long, and she always ended up hurting the wolves around her when shit finally boiled over. She wasn't any less volatile, she was probably actually more so. Much more unpredictable, lashing out suddenly. What a fucking joke thinking she even had the right to criticize her parents like this. The apple hadn't even fallen from the tree it was still tightly grafted on. "I wish I had the strength you showed, maybe shit would be better for everyone if I had the guts to just call this sort of shit out." She didn't though. Another reason it was ironic she felt she could say anything at all. That and the guilt. Abraxas above she felt like shit.


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