Good, I started, but I need them first and foremost. [ Her quiet war in this house, that she has been raging since the day she arrived, that she plans still about, even as his hand settles on her cheek. She leans into it, one slight soft breath before she pulls it down, turning his hand to settle flat to her stomach, her hand laying over his. ]
This child deserves better. [ Fierce and flat as she pushes forward, up onto her knees and then towards him - and if there is a metaphor for the predator she so easily becomes, she doesn't see it. She sees him, sees a child that will be theirs, and the future that is. ] I am Lady Vorrutyer, and it is my belly that carries the line he was so willing to butcher his son's own happiness over. I will not settle for other, I will not let him forget it.
[ Her fingers hold his, and already it's having an affect, not so harsh, the softness that will come when she - erg, gets so fat she cannot reach her own toes. He's the same as any Vor, and she expects any child of his won't be the least bit merciful to her for being such the littler. But even so, it's flat, determined, she'll take it all, do it all. She'll pick his father out of her teeth if need be before she ever, ever lets him have a say in anything to do with her children, and she will remind him daily who had done their duty - as he was so fond of calling it. ] I promised you that, do you not remember? That I would tear to pieces whoever led you to believe these things about yourself.
[ And broiling and bubbling in every moment that they fight, that Byerly and his sister deserved better. ]
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This child deserves better. [ Fierce and flat as she pushes forward, up onto her knees and then towards him - and if there is a metaphor for the predator she so easily becomes, she doesn't see it. She sees him, sees a child that will be theirs, and the future that is. ] I am Lady Vorrutyer, and it is my belly that carries the line he was so willing to butcher his son's own happiness over. I will not settle for other, I will not let him forget it.
[ Her fingers hold his, and already it's having an affect, not so harsh, the softness that will come when she - erg, gets so fat she cannot reach her own toes. He's the same as any Vor, and she expects any child of his won't be the least bit merciful to her for being such the littler. But even so, it's flat, determined, she'll take it all, do it all. She'll pick his father out of her teeth if need be before she ever, ever lets him have a say in anything to do with her children, and she will remind him daily who had done their duty - as he was so fond of calling it. ] I promised you that, do you not remember? That I would tear to pieces whoever led you to believe these things about yourself.
[ And broiling and bubbling in every moment that they fight, that Byerly and his sister deserved better. ]