Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2018 22:02:00 GMT -5
The Sound of Forgiveness
Is the Silence
That Follows The Screaming
Is the Silence
That Follows The Screaming
@nella
It had, in many ways, been the best kind of wedding present.
Especially since he hadn't wanted to get re-married again in the first place, but as the dutiful Head of the British Kvothe Branch, he had put his responsibility first. Ornella wasn't a horrific woman to tie himself to. He just had never enjoyed tying himself to anyone, let alone a singular woman. The last one had thought to dictate to him how he should live and act and through no means of his own, she had met her demise. The second had taken a step so far past the line that she too had lost her life. It was almost tragic... he had almost liked Joan... she had been amusing. But ultimately it was never going anywhere- it wasn't supposed to- and she outlived her purpose. And now the third... thrust upon him by a leech, was supposed to be his lifelong match. Or at least... her lifelong match. Because one day she was going to die and he was going to be the one to watch the light fade from her eyes.
She hadn't done anything out of turn yet to upset him but it was the natural course of things. In truth he had seen very little of her since the ties had been made legal simply because he hadn't sought her company. She had a career to focus on. He had a new one to source. And Raymond just wasn't one for idle conversation when he could be productive. Which he had been. His most recent project had lasted a handful of days before their spark was forever extinguished and he had yet to remove their shell from where it had been left. The smell would bother him soon, if boredom didn't get there first. And no doubt, a certain person was going to grow slightly suspicious once they realised they had been gone for a significant amount of time.
Her townhouse was... lavishly decorated. Bright. Instead of sticking out he felt he almost blended in as he let himself in through the door and continued on through the house. There was no filth inhabiting any of the air here- she had long since killed him- but he didn't see any House Elves either. He'd never asked if she had any- simply because he didn't actually care- but a woman of her standing had no business in cleaning her own home.
Raymond didn't bother in announcing himself, and his steps were silent. This was a marriage born of duty and nothing more. There was no warmth in him to call out to her, to bring her to him for an affectionate greeting. That was for simply when he needed something from her or of her- or he was needing a distraction from the otherwise mundane week- when it served a purpose. If she appeared before he found where he wished to be, then she would be the one to instigate the greeting. Otherwise, he would continue on into the lounge unhindered to think over the reason why he was here.
There was a man in his basement needing a burial, and if anyone knew her brother's funeral arrangements, it was Ornella.
Especially since he hadn't wanted to get re-married again in the first place, but as the dutiful Head of the British Kvothe Branch, he had put his responsibility first. Ornella wasn't a horrific woman to tie himself to. He just had never enjoyed tying himself to anyone, let alone a singular woman. The last one had thought to dictate to him how he should live and act and through no means of his own, she had met her demise. The second had taken a step so far past the line that she too had lost her life. It was almost tragic... he had almost liked Joan... she had been amusing. But ultimately it was never going anywhere- it wasn't supposed to- and she outlived her purpose. And now the third... thrust upon him by a leech, was supposed to be his lifelong match. Or at least... her lifelong match. Because one day she was going to die and he was going to be the one to watch the light fade from her eyes.
She hadn't done anything out of turn yet to upset him but it was the natural course of things. In truth he had seen very little of her since the ties had been made legal simply because he hadn't sought her company. She had a career to focus on. He had a new one to source. And Raymond just wasn't one for idle conversation when he could be productive. Which he had been. His most recent project had lasted a handful of days before their spark was forever extinguished and he had yet to remove their shell from where it had been left. The smell would bother him soon, if boredom didn't get there first. And no doubt, a certain person was going to grow slightly suspicious once they realised they had been gone for a significant amount of time.
Her townhouse was... lavishly decorated. Bright. Instead of sticking out he felt he almost blended in as he let himself in through the door and continued on through the house. There was no filth inhabiting any of the air here- she had long since killed him- but he didn't see any House Elves either. He'd never asked if she had any- simply because he didn't actually care- but a woman of her standing had no business in cleaning her own home.
Raymond didn't bother in announcing himself, and his steps were silent. This was a marriage born of duty and nothing more. There was no warmth in him to call out to her, to bring her to him for an affectionate greeting. That was for simply when he needed something from her or of her- or he was needing a distraction from the otherwise mundane week- when it served a purpose. If she appeared before he found where he wished to be, then she would be the one to instigate the greeting. Otherwise, he would continue on into the lounge unhindered to think over the reason why he was here.
There was a man in his basement needing a burial, and if anyone knew her brother's funeral arrangements, it was Ornella.
