Post by Claire Evangeline Slater on Oct 20, 2023 12:32:08 GMT -7
never enough.
THE AUDACITY OF RHYS TO EVEN HINT AT THE state of his sheets almost sent Claire into a spiral. Her face crumpling in humiliation and vivid disgust as she recalled the silken sheets with renewed and frightening focus. Her eyes wide and horrified as she wondered how he could so easily allude to what they had done, in a way that people could not even question it if overheard. She was incensed, quite visible so. "You know, the only people who should have silk sheets are- are.... 18 century madams!" She almost screeched, nose wrinkled. "You are so embarrassing!" She hissed at him, leaning over to emphasis her speech.
The table leg made for a poor navigator, but Claire clung to it nonetheless. Turning herself very slowly, like an old woman with a walking stick, until she caught sight of Rhys with a narrowed rage. She needed to see him to effectively shout at him, really. There was no use stamping her feet at the opposite wall. He hung near the other side of the room, in his big leaden boots with his smarmy expression. Smugly watching her struggle as she fought to reason with him, whilst simultaneously giving in to her every urge to strip the skin off his back. And then she did it, her foot wheeling back and kicking the crystal ball across the room.
Claire's toes sang with pain and she bent to grip the front of her shoe with a yelp of agony. Her foot throbbing angrily as she squeezed at the soft leather of her boot. She only saw the ball land in her peripheral, heard more than saw Rhys grunt with pain as he bent over. Her satisfaction, therefore, came a little later as she crouched before her injured foot and blinked at Rhys through a fringe of angry blonde hair. "For your information," She declared, her voice a little hoarse with pain as she rubbed at her foot. "That wasn't intentional." Though there was something just a little wicked in her tone of voice.
In the ensuing silence, Claire slumped down to sit on the ground with a heavy sigh. Her head was spinning, she was red with embarrassment, and her foot was throbbing. "Ceasefire?" She declared with an almost sheepish tone of voice. "I don't think I have another kick in me." Claire leaned her head against the upturned table leg and frowned at the ground. "This is... ridiculous." She muttered, saying what they were both probably feeling deep down. Even if she was still a little angry deep down. Apparently, pain was fantastic way to break the tension.
The table leg made for a poor navigator, but Claire clung to it nonetheless. Turning herself very slowly, like an old woman with a walking stick, until she caught sight of Rhys with a narrowed rage. She needed to see him to effectively shout at him, really. There was no use stamping her feet at the opposite wall. He hung near the other side of the room, in his big leaden boots with his smarmy expression. Smugly watching her struggle as she fought to reason with him, whilst simultaneously giving in to her every urge to strip the skin off his back. And then she did it, her foot wheeling back and kicking the crystal ball across the room.
Claire's toes sang with pain and she bent to grip the front of her shoe with a yelp of agony. Her foot throbbing angrily as she squeezed at the soft leather of her boot. She only saw the ball land in her peripheral, heard more than saw Rhys grunt with pain as he bent over. Her satisfaction, therefore, came a little later as she crouched before her injured foot and blinked at Rhys through a fringe of angry blonde hair. "For your information," She declared, her voice a little hoarse with pain as she rubbed at her foot. "That wasn't intentional." Though there was something just a little wicked in her tone of voice.
In the ensuing silence, Claire slumped down to sit on the ground with a heavy sigh. Her head was spinning, she was red with embarrassment, and her foot was throbbing. "Ceasefire?" She declared with an almost sheepish tone of voice. "I don't think I have another kick in me." Claire leaned her head against the upturned table leg and frowned at the ground. "This is... ridiculous." She muttered, saying what they were both probably feeling deep down. Even if she was still a little angry deep down. Apparently, pain was fantastic way to break the tension.
