[ and another rift eats them and I will force you to read because weeps in oc.
the scene is set in a high-ceiling dining room, painted powder blue with impeccably white trimming. the tall, latticed windows show the sun has already long set. not long ago, the household was seated for dinner alongside this evening's ever-so important guests.
the meal spread across the dining table was scarcely touched before The Incident. the roasted duck has both of its legs, for instance. certain plates are basically clean enough to put away without more than a wipe. an elven woman stands above her child--a regular person would anticipate them being perhaps fourteen, at most. both figures wear pale lilac dresses, although the child's has a splatter of blood on the skirt and on the fingers of one of her gloves.
"How could you? You knew how important this was."
beside throné, nodd makes a tense noise in the back of his throat.
the child's hands tremble as they form fists at her sides. she has waist-length, evenly cut hair, left in loose curls. her ears are much longer than her mother's.
"Now your father is furious--"
"He's not my--"
the woman smacks the child across the face. the tension that follows doesn't include enough shock for this to have been the first time.
"Be quiet while I think." ]
I didn't kill her, for honesty's sake, but there were times I wanted to. I'd, uh. I had stabbed a guest. Tried getting frisky under the tablecloth.
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the scene is set in a high-ceiling dining room, painted powder blue with impeccably white trimming. the tall, latticed windows show the sun has already long set. not long ago, the household was seated for dinner alongside this evening's ever-so important guests.
the meal spread across the dining table was scarcely touched before The Incident. the roasted duck has both of its legs, for instance. certain plates are basically clean enough to put away without more than a wipe.
an elven woman stands above her child--a regular person would anticipate them being perhaps fourteen, at most. both figures wear pale lilac dresses, although the child's has a splatter of blood on the skirt and on the fingers of one of her gloves.
"How could you? You knew how important this was."
beside throné, nodd makes a tense noise in the back of his throat.
the child's hands tremble as they form fists at her sides. she has waist-length, evenly cut hair, left in loose curls. her ears are much longer than her mother's.
"Now your father is furious--"
"He's not my--"
the woman smacks the child across the face. the tension that follows doesn't include enough shock for this to have been the first time.
"Be quiet while I think." ]
I didn't kill her, for honesty's sake, but there were times I wanted to. I'd, uh. I had stabbed a guest. Tried getting frisky under the tablecloth.