DISSENSION -> Neptune

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 Neptune, Juni x Fitz // Vicky
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
It was late by the time they got back, well into the early hours of the morning. The sky was dark and no moon showed. Birds had built nests in the old streetlamp, so that light filtered down through straw and moulted feathers…

Their more vigilant neighbours (like Mrs Pulinsky, whom they’d always envisioned sweating in her attic, gazing down at them through her gaunt blinds like the all knowing eyes of Dr. TJ Eckleberg) might’ve remarked on the way in which Joseph and Juniper Fitzpatrick had shuffled slowly inside, heads focused on the ground. Her shoulders cloaked with his blazer and an overtly polite distance spread out between them.

Juniper, herself felt as though she’d be hard pressed to say that it was the weight of Dev Kharral - childhood friend and fellow murderer that had inspired such a reaction from her.

Her hands gripped the black iron railing that lined the front porch of their town house. Fingers curling around the dense metal.

And it warmed slowly under the heat of her hands, causing thin beads of condensation to wet her somewhat dry palms.

Her eyes settled on the side of side of his face, submerged in patchy shadows.

“Quite the night, huh?”

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Mar 31 2018, 05:28 PM
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Fitz
Secretary of Defense Seattle, WA Married Played by Vicky
shipper dragots 9000
The walk back from where they'd been dropped off had been a quiet one, wisps of noiseless distance filtering between the married couple after they'd disengaged from the wake attendees, hands untangling once inside the taxi. Juniper had shifted away from him, at some point - discretely so. Fitz's eyes had stayed on the street lamps of their city horizon.

He hadn't bothered to fill the silence, which was uncharacteristic of him. Fitz was a talker - always poised with a pleasant anecdote in hand, a quick political joke on his lips, or even just a smile. The trait had certainly come in handy during the funeral, but now...

The night was inky and hostile. He strolled one foot away from his wife, suddenly glad for the dictum that governed their relationship - there would be no need to pretend now. No one was looking. And yet, after that ordeal, some part of him wanted to hold...

He couldn't say. And so he didn't. They moved towards their home house in silence.

Perhaps it was the surprise of it all - Fitz hadn't expected to be so shaken by the funeral. Nor by seeing all of them again. He'd assumed to breeze through the encounter, as he did with every problem that arose in his workplace.

There was clearly much he still had to learn.

"Hm?" He said, momentarily distracted. Fitz rummaged in his pockets and withdrew the keys. "Oh, yeah. It was something."

Apr 1 2018, 05:36 AM
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
His voice had sounded distant. Even though he stood a mere meter apart from her.. it was as though he were one of those impressionists adapt at throwing his voice. Or perhaps it was simply like he was only half paying attention - Juni has always felt it were as though he were in two places at once. Here and wherever she else his mind was.

Juni’s eyes remained fixed on him.

The silence felt unnatural, almost unnervingly somber.. she was half tempted to fill it herself,

’Fitz, what’s a Fabian?’ she might’ve asked

Instead she clicked the heels of shoes together; watched his hands rise to their keyhole; watched his jaw shift slightly with concentration..

And she began to feel uncharacteristically anxious.

”I’m proud of you though.” she said finally . Her eyes moving from the length of his fingers back towards the bridge of his now before finally settling themselves once more on the strip of his eyes. Earlier, at the end of his eulogy when he’d returned to his seat beside her and Jamie - they’d looked silver and brimmed with tears that Juni never saw fall.

There was sincerity in her voice regardless of whether or not that had been the extent of her intentions.

He had soldiered through the vast majority of the evening - regaled the guests that strolled outside beneath Venetian lanterns that led down to Kharral’s pitiful pond. Under moonlight, the algae scum that sat on its surface looked like shag carpeting, the entire pond resembled sunken living room.

She rose her own hands to pull his blazer off of her.

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Apr 1 2018, 05:51 AM
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Fitz
Secretary of Defense Seattle, WA Married Played by Vicky
shipper dragots 9000
I'm proud of you though, she said.

Fitz was not sure what to make of it. The funeral, the wake...it had all been rather impersonal to Junie, despite the saddened smile she'd painted on, the subtle, sorrowful body ticks that only convinced everyone of her perfect little part - the mourning friend. The supportive wife.

It should have been just as easy for him. It should have.

There's no one here, he wanted to say. You don't need to pretend anymore.

Instead, the only response that came to him was a listless hum. Vague, not at all to the point - the kind of answer she usually didn't stand for.

Fitz found himself uncaring of his wife's opinion on this moment though, eyes far away. He caught himself only at the last moment, upon the rustle of his blazer against her shoulders.

"Here...let me." Hands found the lapels of smooth material and he slid it over her arms - slow enough to hint to intimacy, but only because this was the way they'd practiced it. After the sleeves had left her wrists, he made quick work of folding the cloth and draping it over his arm. Tired.

Unspeaking.


Apr 1 2018, 06:40 AM
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
Nothing.

Not even the moderate twitch of his mouth, a peak of white between his lips...

She chewed at her bottom lip as she pressed past him into the house, and it was a relief when he’d finally spoken. Acted a little more Fitz - his hands on her shoulders.

Chitchat wasn’t her forte, he knew this. They’d discussed it at length, and yet -

“Really though, I am.. Someone leaked the ending of your speech, posted it up on twitter - approval ratings are up .5 percent.”

Was that the right thing to say? She couldn’t be certain. Usually they’d share in moments like these, forearms pressed against dinner tables, they’d lean forward and conspire together whispering behind glasses of white wine. A shared sense of jubilation.

Perhaps he didn’t want to talk about approval ratings. Perhaps he wanted to talk about mergers and takeovers instead..

A car passed, sending a shadow sweeping across the doorway, momentarily lighting up the painting up Jamie’s abstract finger painting. The faint glow of the headlights flickered across their faces, and made Juni’s smile look clumsy when she’d turned to face him.

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Apr 1 2018, 06:51 AM
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Fitz
Secretary of Defense Seattle, WA Married Played by Vicky
shipper dragots 9000
He shook the coat a little as it came off her shoulder, picked off an invisible bit of lint, a very visible strand of auburn hair, and folded it neatly over his arm. Fitz found comfort in these small, pointless rituals. Quotidian tasks that were so familiar he did not need to think, only perform them to the rhythm of his pulse. Mindlessness - sometimes, he craved it.

Like now. But she was talking.

Approval ratings are up .5%

A part of him - the primeval workaholic that had been borne of joy and sustained by jealousy - seemed to approve. The corners of his mouth stretched - the whites of his teeth threatening to spill over like an overfilled glass of milk.

Lips retracted. He rubbed his eyes.

"That's great, Juni," he said quietly, raising an absent-minded hand to brush her shoulder. He caught onto the flatness of his own voice, and attempted a better smile. It would have been convincing to most - everyone, actually. But he'd practiced the nascent stages of this expression on his wife and she knew how to tell the difference.

"I'm sorry, I'm just...tired, I suppose. Are you going to stay up?"


Apr 1 2018, 10:25 AM
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
Her eyes had moved down from the fractured square of light that rested on his face, down to his hand against her shoulder. His hand felt warm against her cold skin, familiar and to some degree comforting; this situation was not.

And though he smiled Juniper had yet to feel the satisfaction of some sort of shared Jubilation.

“You’re tired?” She repeated, she hadn’t meant for it to come out like a question - hadn’t meant for her voice to sound so doubtful; but it did and she did. Perhaps doubtful wasn’t the right word - the connotation seemed to heavy and suspicious regardless of whether or not there was some accuracy to its use; perhaps it would be better to say... confused. She felt confused.

And unable to read his expression.

After all she hadn’t been at his side during those fretful months after ‘the incident’. And that left her feeling ignorant. Which left her feeling annoyed.

Her hand rose upwards and perhaps if they were a normal affectionate couple it might’ve pressed against his, and her thumb might’ve traced soft circles against the back of his palm. Instead she peeled it off of her, expectant eyes focusing on him once more.

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Apr 1 2018, 10:41 AM
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Fitz
Secretary of Defense Seattle, WA Married Played by Vicky
shipper dragots 9000
Her tone - like the most things about her - did not go unnoticed. Fitz found himself wanting to express some sort of disdain at her lack of empathy, or her underestimating his own attachment to his best friend, though it was certainly not without reason that she did so. The ugliness teased at the corners of his mouth, threatening to press lips into a severe gash, eyes bordering on a dead gaze -

But he supposed...what with all the others who had been present at the wake, the least he could do was not snap. Yet.

He watched her hand rise and fall, a hesitant question, and then make a statement. Fitz's eyes found hers. His hand fell to his side and he didn't know what to do with them.

His fingers itched for...something.

"Tired," he repeated, meeting her stare. "I suppose death just does that to a person."

This felt like a stalemate. He had the sudden urge to find his - their - son, but Jamie had been left with his parents for the night. He might be worried about the implications - Monty liked to make abrupt visits to the Fitzpatrick household (usually to collect a few things, but he supposed he'd have to rely on good faith.

Fitz paused for another moment, before his hands slipped into their pockets. He leaned a shoulder against the foyer wall. "You want to say something."


Apr 1 2018, 10:50 AM
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
Death does that She’d wanted to roll her eyes and perhaps she should have, would have, if it weren’t for the fact that in this moment she felt certain that that was what he’d wanted... It was a cheap shot. Dreadfully sanctimonious and only served to fuel her irritation further.

She mirrored his gaze, jaw clenching slightly as pale eyes met dark ones - though in this light she supposed they might’ve looked the same.

Her lip twitched.

“Death and Applause.”she corrected. Whatever self righteous and pious imagery he planned on using the loss of his ‘beloved friend’ to conjure up had surely been revoked the minute he’d tightened the Velcro straps across their son’s new Flash sneakers.

He leant back against the wall, casual and almost unbothered - though she could spot the tension at his lips.

She exhaled, shoulders squaring and back straightening. Tense, her muscles like the tightened strings of a piano. Her lips parted, the gross accusation sat heavy on her tongue - and she hesitated, closing them again as though she needed to consult herself.

“I just think it’s odd, that’s all.”

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Apr 1 2018, 11:07 AM
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Fitz
Secretary of Defense Seattle, WA Married Played by Vicky
shipper dragots 9000
Death and applause.

The corners of his mouth pinched. It was a reminder of so much more than the façade they put on - a reminder that he could not keep it up. That he was not allowed to feel something genuine without being caught in a lie, and could not pull off his mask without feeling terrible.

The balance wasn't just fine. The balance did not exist.

He raised a hand and rubbed his eyes. It was an unspoken truth that they did not judge the nastier bits of each other, chose only to accept the cold calculations and facsimile smiles. Fitz did not see the point in this passive aggression.

And yet when he looked at her it wasn't completely irritationality that colored his stare, but something else... Perhaps it was just the funeral, perhaps because their air conditioning was working up again, but...

He craved a warmth. And he did not know why.

"Junie. What do you want to say?" His patience wore thin. His hands twitched towards her and he could not understand their intention.


Apr 1 2018, 12:45 PM
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
His mind was far away from her. Like at night when she’d turn and see his brows furrowing in his sleep, his arms immobile at his sides and she couldn’t picture his dreams. And instead would lay beside him limply, arms around her own pillow watching his chest rise and fall.

The heat had begun to gather at the base of her neck, patchy lobstery flushes of colour against pale skin - the unfortunate side effect of the house’s inconsistent temperature. And the uncertainty she felt within this conversation, as though she were wading through unfamiliar territory

She’d watched his hand rise back up to rub at his eyes. The mundane action had only served to increase the ferocity of her redness.

Her arms folded across her chest. She supposed she couldn’t be too surprised that it had come to this, that one day she’d find herself taking the stance of the architecturally annoyed wife... arms folded, back tense, struggling to voice what so obviously hung in the air between them without sounding shrill, or paranoid or desperate...

“Grace was there, and now you’re acting strange.”

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Apr 1 2018, 01:12 PM
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Fitz
Secretary of Defense Seattle, WA Married Played by Vicky
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There it was.

If it was anything else Fitz might pretend to understand it. If this was a normal marriage, he might have even expected the probing questions.

But it wasn't. He'd shared with her the extent of his relationship with Grace, and his decision to break it off (just as she had told him or her encounters with Keith and the things he would do for her). Fitz had assumed that that was all there was to it. That she had no interest in anything besides facts.

Clearly, one of them was in the wrong.

"My behaviour had to do with seeing Jules again and calling that a complete reunion because Dev is dead," he said bluntly. Did not understand if this was jealousy, or why she had it.

Besides, there was a reason he'd barely spoken to her* at the funeral. Plausible deniability.

Fitz straightened up and took a step closer to her.

"You sound -" He cut himself off. To be honest, Fitz didn't know. Juni wasn't the sort to sound envious when she needn't be. He wondered if this was called for.

Apr 1 2018, 01:18 PM
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
Dev’s death…

Annoyance. A rarity in their typically overtly polite and apathetic discussions - for a moment she’d wondered whether or not she’d imagined it. But he kept speaking, and the hard D’s that sat at the end of his sentence were too bold to ignore.

It was far less santimous this time around...

So for a moment she averted her eyes. Her jaw relaxing slightly, and her arms loosening. He’d taken a step toward her and she felt… shitty.

"I'm not." She finished, a hand rising up towards her flushed forehead - the heat (now inspired by her embarrassment rather than her irritation) having worked it’s way the entirety of her face. She took a step back “I’m not,” Her eyes shifted towards him once more, “I’m not that.” she could hardly see him now. The night had begun to take it’s toll and the light traffic outside had come to an end.

And it was just as well as her throat had seemed to press together and her mouth seemed unable to wrap itself around the two heavy syllables that made up the word jealous.

Would it be fair for her to suggest that he hadn’t said anything? That during the stretch of the funeral he’d yet to voice the fact that there’d been a stitch of sincerity in it all?

She tried not to let her thoughts drift towards the silver that had brimmed his teary eyes long after he’d taken a seat during the eulogy, her own focus had been too devoted towards what may very well be the sad re-emergence of teen insecurity and adult pessimism to the reunion of the living to give much thought to the clusters of orchids, weeping peonies and her own drained husband…

“You could’ve said.”

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Apr 1 2018, 01:25 PM
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Fitz
Secretary of Defense Seattle, WA Married Played by Vicky
shipper dragots 9000
You could've said.

"That I wasn't pretending to be sad the entire time?" He asked, sounding somewhat incredulous. Surely his years had been noticeable? His face, the tremor of his hands? Was his mask really so permanently etched into his face?

Fitz wondered fleetingly what the implications of seven years together really were. Whether this marriage was something more than a facsimile Kodak Moment.

A leaden ball grew in his gut.

"I thought you be able to tell." Fitz fought to hide his own disappointment from this new, quietened tone. To a certain level, him and his wife understood each other in ways that few others ever would - at least, on the intellectual side of things. He could read her in the most intimate of ways - knew the lines of her face like the ones on his own palms. A sweet secret that nestled in the warm spaces of his ribcage, this ability to know Juniper Vickers in some ways that no one else did.

But otherwise, with matters of sentiment...they were practically strangers.

He took another step towards her, curious eyes noting the flush that had spread over her otherwise perfectly monitored visage.

"Sweetheart, forget about it. Let's just sleep." He dropped terms of endearment like tic tacs. Meaningless.


Apr 1 2018, 02:19 PM
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Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12400
I thought you’d be able to tell his voice wasn’t intentionally harsh. She knew him well enough to know that at least...

“I didn’t.” She hadn’t.

Perhaps there was a part of her that was more intent on reassuring herself (that she wasn’t entirely awful) on this matter, than it was with reassuring him.

“If I did, I would’ve,” That god awful heat on her face remained, the flush seemed only to intensify and Juni was grateful for the dim lighting - trying to seek comfort in the idea that perhaps he found it as difficult to see her as she did him (though if their current conversation was anything to go by, the answer was likely no...).

Her voice trailed off and she looked away from the vague shape of him as it stepped toward her. Sweetheart he had called her - it was a lifeline, a promise to put this entire situation to bed... or better still sweep it beneath the bumpy carpet of things left unsaid between them.

And usually Juni would’ve jumped at the opportunity, steered the conversation herself and smiled in hearty agreement... but she still had Grace on the brain. Grace who would’ve brushed her hands over his tense arms, who would’ve peppered his salty face with kisses until the crease between his brows had dispersed...

Grace who would’ve simply been better.

She found her fingers itching to do the same. So she stepped toward him, a tentative hand rising up toward his forearm.

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Apr 1 2018, 02:53 PM
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