A/N: Four drabbles today :)
Drabble VIII
Title: Rejection
Pairing: SiriusMarlene
Rating: K+
Summary: He never knew rejection could taste so sour.
VIII – SiriusMarlene.
"Please?" He knew he sounded pitiable, but what did you say when the love of your life threatened to leave you – and who was, this time, someone he actually had a chance with?
She glanced at him, the pity on her face obvious – and he hated it. Perhaps he was being left, yes, but he didn't do pity. "Dog Boy," she said patiently, putting a hand on his shoulder as she stood up to leave, "I told you before we had sex that you were just a lay."
"Just a lay," he repeated, his face growing redder, "you're saying-" He stopped, and then spoke again after a moment's thought. "You're saying that Gideon, too, is going to just another lay?"
From her spot near the door, she turned and reddened. "You don't understand," she muttered, more for herself than anything. She looked at the door, and then at him. "You don't understand," she repeated, and she was out in an instant.
By the time he had gotten to the corridor outside his flat, she was already gone; twisting his mouth, he went back into his lodging and slammed the door shut. And then he searched for the Firewhiskey he and Prongs had stashed in his kitchen cupboard a few months ago, just for the old times' sake; unscrewing the cap, he tipped it to his lips and drank, until the bitter taste in the mouth was gone.
He didn't realise it at the time, but the bitter taste he had drowned in alcohol was not spite, nor was it jealousy; no, it was the taste of rejection, plain and simple, and he had never known it could taste so sour.
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