"I need to go change. I expect you to be done by the time I get back." If she takes a little longer due to soaking the dress he'd made a mess of, no one's going to call her on it. No one's going to know. Five will have as much time as he needs to tidy up the kitchen. For a moment she lingers, hands hovering- he's upset, he should be.
She should be. She is. She's-
Angry. She is angry and she's not meant to be angry with anyone, let alone one of her children. She's not meant to cause them harm. Her hand trembles before she turns on her heel, stalking back up to the room she'd chosen. It'll take half an hour for her to soak her dress and decide whether or not she wants to resume the usual rotation of clothing or to deviate. It takes a quarter of that for her to lose time in quiet, frustrated despair as she realizes what she's done- how easy it was.
How right it felt.
And how wrong the very notion was. Something of Reginald bound so deep in her processes and- she can't bear it. She can't continue with that in her. She won't.
no subject
She should be. She is. She's-
Angry. She is angry and she's not meant to be angry with anyone, let alone one of her children. She's not meant to cause them harm. Her hand trembles before she turns on her heel, stalking back up to the room she'd chosen. It'll take half an hour for her to soak her dress and decide whether or not she wants to resume the usual rotation of clothing or to deviate. It takes a quarter of that for her to lose time in quiet, frustrated despair as she realizes what she's done- how easy it was.
How right it felt.
And how wrong the very notion was. Something of Reginald bound so deep in her processes and- she can't bear it. She can't continue with that in her. She won't.