Post by The Gothic Goddess on Nov 3, 2017 17:53:21 GMT
He was waiting dutifully in the lounge, as I had expected. Sometimes the privileges of marriage to a loyal husband afford you the foresight to predict their movements to a near exact degree. I sat down in my favourite armchair, the noises of my precious little rodents, scrabbling around in their cages breaking the calm of the cool November evening. From upstairs the gentle snoring of my son drifted slowly down. I looked at him, relaxed in his ruffled shirt and afforded myself a smile. I unzipped my catsuit slightly at the top – my house being warmer than the night air outside. A smile crossed his face as he acknowledged the air of quiet accomplishment that I am sure my expression was belying.
"Is it done?" he questioned in a low tone. I stifled a smirk. He knew where I had been, what I had set out to achieve. He knew what I had been up to. He might merely be offering it as a courtesy, after all my actions were available for the entire world to watch. Live on Pay Per View. Live among the infernal clamoring of the internet. He may have seen my actions. He may not, he may have been waiting for me to describe them from a more personal perspective.
"My short term goal has been achieved, yes," I replied. I ceased trying to hide a smile. Slapping the taste out of my accursed brother-in-law’s mouth was, after all, a deeply satisfying experience. Enjoyable. Deserved.
"I need to speak to Diana," I continued, "I shall explain to her how my interpretation of the circumstances lead me to such a dramatic response. I am sure she will understand."
“And if she doesn’t?”
"If she doesn’t, she will mark it down as how my outlook differs from hers. My sister has such a,"
I paused, raising an eyebrow and layering my next words with some familial dissapointment,
"Sunny disposition."
"How did Chris take it?" he asked, furthering his brief line of inquiry.
"He will be wondering why I did not give him a chance to explain," I replied, with maybe a little venom seeping into my voice, "He didn’t need a chance to explain, of course. He needed a chance to apologize. And apologies do not come naturally for that man. If he calls me again, and I have unblocked his number now, I will afford him the chance to offer that explanation in person. On my terms."
"Summon him to our address," he mused, a small smile crossing his usually grim facial features, "Will he come?”
"For the sake of his, our, family he will. Besides, we will be requiring my dear sister to babysit Andrew, won’t we? She does dote on our little prince."
"Will we?"
"I presume Mr Arcane will be honoring contracts inked under Mr Verona’s custody. This places me among the Womens’ Division," I pointedly emphasised the words Womens’ Division. I loathe the branding placed upon it.
"Within the Imperial Wrestling Federation," I continued, "This means competition. This means opponents. What my brother-in-law forgot was that I need these things. And they need me."
I looked my husband square in the eyes, flashing him a frosty glare to ensure he did not attempt a smart comeback to the last statement. He, naturally, did not offer one.
"To paraphrase Laozi, ‘A journey of a thousand miles beings with a single slap.’"
"Is it done?" he questioned in a low tone. I stifled a smirk. He knew where I had been, what I had set out to achieve. He knew what I had been up to. He might merely be offering it as a courtesy, after all my actions were available for the entire world to watch. Live on Pay Per View. Live among the infernal clamoring of the internet. He may have seen my actions. He may not, he may have been waiting for me to describe them from a more personal perspective.
"My short term goal has been achieved, yes," I replied. I ceased trying to hide a smile. Slapping the taste out of my accursed brother-in-law’s mouth was, after all, a deeply satisfying experience. Enjoyable. Deserved.
"I need to speak to Diana," I continued, "I shall explain to her how my interpretation of the circumstances lead me to such a dramatic response. I am sure she will understand."
“And if she doesn’t?”
"If she doesn’t, she will mark it down as how my outlook differs from hers. My sister has such a,"
I paused, raising an eyebrow and layering my next words with some familial dissapointment,
"Sunny disposition."
"How did Chris take it?" he asked, furthering his brief line of inquiry.
"He will be wondering why I did not give him a chance to explain," I replied, with maybe a little venom seeping into my voice, "He didn’t need a chance to explain, of course. He needed a chance to apologize. And apologies do not come naturally for that man. If he calls me again, and I have unblocked his number now, I will afford him the chance to offer that explanation in person. On my terms."
"Summon him to our address," he mused, a small smile crossing his usually grim facial features, "Will he come?”
"For the sake of his, our, family he will. Besides, we will be requiring my dear sister to babysit Andrew, won’t we? She does dote on our little prince."
"Will we?"
"I presume Mr Arcane will be honoring contracts inked under Mr Verona’s custody. This places me among the Womens’ Division," I pointedly emphasised the words Womens’ Division. I loathe the branding placed upon it.
"Within the Imperial Wrestling Federation," I continued, "This means competition. This means opponents. What my brother-in-law forgot was that I need these things. And they need me."
I looked my husband square in the eyes, flashing him a frosty glare to ensure he did not attempt a smart comeback to the last statement. He, naturally, did not offer one.
"To paraphrase Laozi, ‘A journey of a thousand miles beings with a single slap.’"
Well howdy there pardner.