[I've once again found my muse after a hard fought battle. With that being said some know and some don't. I had a profile for Tulip O'Hare on rolepages which I wrote for unfortunately an all too short amount of time. I've always loved her as a character and kind of regret walking away. Today, with some things going on in my world I couldn't help myself. I had the urge to write as her again. She's an infinitely complex, caring, loving, temperamental and compassionate creature. I usually don't post with one character on another account. This will most likely be only a one time thing. My apologies if someone's picked her up here. ]
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Please. Just ....
For her temper knows no bounds.
Because she too can feel it in situations that have arisen.
Even if she's not right in feeling that way.
Let her be sad.
And let her feel remorse.
Let her be caring.
Just let her let go in her own way.
It's all she really needs.
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An array of tools sat there laying against the table, all of them bloodied and worn. That smirk on her face as she leans back in the leather bound chair plastered so neatly. Tulip has always had this job, despite who it links her to. Countless times she's turned her back and walked away from the greasy sleaze who all but owns her, and yet countless times she's turned back to it, if only because it's the most faithful thing.
"See now? And all you had to do was tell me those words I wanted to hear, when I'd asked you the first few times!" Those words fall on deaf ears. She's speaking to something lifeless in front of her.
This is what money had been exchanged for. No longer did she cringe.
It wasn't the most beautiful of jobs, but for Tulip it was what she knew. Life had given her lemons and she bit down in the fucker and chewed over every drop and rind of it until it was gone. She had no other options.
"You made me do it the hard way...you didn't let me get anything else in edgewise before you shut down." Was she speaking about how he'd reacted? Or was it her mind that had been doing that task while she drifted into other thoughts....
She just didn't know. Her head swirled, it had been continually since she cleaned out that inbox on her voicemail that morning. And she'd found things that tugged a little on old memories. Things she thought were long gone. She's far from content, and resenting herself for dredging up something she thought she'd discarded long ago and thought that she had given peace to. She needs no one, and yet.... There's some remorse at the ending of certain situations. Ones that she can't let go until it's made right, even if that action is only for the quieting of her own mind. Maybe then, and only then she can close on her anger so she can turn heel and march away.
The good lord knows that she going to need that resolve.
Because one day she threatened that she'd teach him how to hate her.
And it still stung somewhere deep down that she had kept that promise true.
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