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FERNANDO SILPH
NADIR
POSTED ON Aug 31, 2022 20:46:17 GMT
NADIR
DAY 1 // THE FIRST VISITOR
“GOOD.”
the epitome of this whole interaction is that no one leaves satisfied. the division between them is palpable enough for it sourness to numb the inner linings of his mouth. such temper does not disperse so easily just because their conversation is done. but fernando puts a lid on it, allows it to simmer and boil within the ceramic textiles of his body and mind.
“do not let it happen again,” is his words of dismissal. when she leaves—he’s not quite aware when—the sound of her steps echo in the outside.
when he hears the hall grow quiet and faint, he slinks back into his bed. waits for a good while for her to be out of earshot. and even then, he waits, digesting the sudden turn of events.
there is anger, yes, but more unravels, strings coming undone in a great twine of words and accusations that can never be taken back. he feels frustration. desperate. disgust. not all aim at her—he too deserves some blame for this outcome—but she makes up the sponge that will absorb his resentments.
“tch.”
a tantrum wrings the bedsheets into clumps and knots. tight fists pound against loose bedding, pain shooting up ever fiber of his broken bones. he continues despite it all because the pain keeps him in line. allows him to vent in a privacy he seldom has.
fucking bitch, is the most prevalent thought that surfaces in a cloud of curses and insults.
but fernando’s rage never lasts too long. hoenn cannot depend on someone who allows their emotions to dictate their actions or disposition. he bottles it like fresh wine, intent on letting it age until it becomes vintage. a reclusive memory.
he sits there for a good while.
emotions drain from his place. his color fades until his ghastly paleness reflects the see-through gleam of the iv by his bedside.
“alexander was my best friend,” he recites with sudden gusto. almost a perfect mimicry of what he told illeana. the reprisal is surprising considering what many consider from fernando. world class actor hardly makes the top of the list but a life of being a ‘yes man’ to his parents and faking good graces with others has honed him well.
“because you don’t love me. not the way i love you.”
he pantomimes the actions as well. repeats it just to make sure he has it down.
“i love you illeana.”
“i love you illeana.”
“i love you illeana.”
his pitch and voice changes a little each time. he knows what he said. and he knows how to make it believable. doubt trickles in but fernando remains confident.
she’s not smart enough to know better. that’s the illeana reyes that he knows.
a few more moments pass. fernando spends it in silence. calm. compose. no different from usual.
eventually he struggles for his phone.
“glass. this is silph.”
the acting president of silph co. can be heard mumbling something from the speaker of his device.
“yes. reyes has been compromised.”
he listens for a moment.
“no. not removal. she fell for a phishing scam,” is the code word they use. “yes. retain access but lockdown permissions. just the essentials.”
it doesn’t take more than a moment for the call to come to a close.
“tch.”
and fernando is left to ponder how to make up for the unexpected removal of a long time game piece.
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