Shit. Now she actually had to go to the power room and he had dashed her hopes that she'd return to the apathetic husband she preferred. Without further hesitation, she headed swiftly for the power room where she intended to loiter and do anything besides powder her nose. It was empty when she arrived. Antigone removed her mask and told herself that the pinkness of her reflected self's cheeks had everything to do with it being warm under the mask and not her husband's strange humor. As pleased as she'd been to find no one else was powdering their nose, it quickly turned into a negative. She couldn't think of a way to avoid confronting the unpleasant tangle of unwelcome thoughts tied up in the events of Easter weekend if he was trying to steer things towards... Was that was he trying to do or was she only wondering it because he'd put the idea of it in her head just to taunt her. Just because he hadn't used what had transpired between them against her yet, didn't mean he wouldn't.
Between the two of them, she had surrendered the most that night. She had lost the most ground. She had exposed vulnerabilities he wasn't ever supposed to find and what could possibly have made her think he wouldn't exploit them? What about his actions that night could she use against him? He was already winning, she was thinking about that night when she had told herself she never would and this was exactly what he wanted. She had to think about something else, anything else, or she'd never be able to leave the power room.
Tig thought of finding an alternate exit from the building and apparating home to avoid him for the remainder of the evening (preferably the rest of her life) but that was probably worse. She couldn't believe he'd take a servant's word that she had returned home and not check that she was where she was supposed to be and then he'd be in her bedroom and that was the last place in the world she wanted him to be. Her time alone in the power room came to an abrupt end but her annoyance at being disturbed was short lived. Of the very few people she could tolerate in the world, it just so happened that it was one of them who walked through the door and gave her an idea.
Ten minutes later, Tig finally left the powder room with her mask back on and renewed confidence in her stride. She'd managed to invite herself to her friend's house later on and it was guaranteed to put her evening back on track. Tiberius would be put out and irritated, hopefully decline to come with and they would go their separate ways and normality would resume. It was a shame they weren't going immediately but the revelation would probably put a stop to his unwanted behavior anyway.
When she spotted him, she was immediately reminded of what he'd said about waiting for her, or rather how he had said it. She felt hot under the mask already, obviously the change in temperature from the cool powder room with no mask was making this room feel even warmer than it had before. As much as she wanted to turn and walk the other way it was too late and she couldn't let him think he'd frightened her off. "I met ___ in the power room. She invited me to her house afterwards, we haven't seen each other in a while and have a great deal to catch up on so I accepted." Tig launched in as soon as she reached him. As an obvious afterthought she added, "I hope you don't mind."
Between the two of them, she had surrendered the most that night. She had lost the most ground. She had exposed vulnerabilities he wasn't ever supposed to find and what could possibly have made her think he wouldn't exploit them? What about his actions that night could she use against him? He was already winning, she was thinking about that night when she had told herself she never would and this was exactly what he wanted. She had to think about something else, anything else, or she'd never be able to leave the power room.
Tig thought of finding an alternate exit from the building and apparating home to avoid him for the remainder of the evening (preferably the rest of her life) but that was probably worse. She couldn't believe he'd take a servant's word that she had returned home and not check that she was where she was supposed to be and then he'd be in her bedroom and that was the last place in the world she wanted him to be. Her time alone in the power room came to an abrupt end but her annoyance at being disturbed was short lived. Of the very few people she could tolerate in the world, it just so happened that it was one of them who walked through the door and gave her an idea.
Ten minutes later, Tig finally left the powder room with her mask back on and renewed confidence in her stride. She'd managed to invite herself to her friend's house later on and it was guaranteed to put her evening back on track. Tiberius would be put out and irritated, hopefully decline to come with and they would go their separate ways and normality would resume. It was a shame they weren't going immediately but the revelation would probably put a stop to his unwanted behavior anyway.
When she spotted him, she was immediately reminded of what he'd said about waiting for her, or rather how he had said it. She felt hot under the mask already, obviously the change in temperature from the cool powder room with no mask was making this room feel even warmer than it had before. As much as she wanted to turn and walk the other way it was too late and she couldn't let him think he'd frightened her off. "I met ___ in the power room. She invited me to her house afterwards, we haven't seen each other in a while and have a great deal to catch up on so I accepted." Tig launched in as soon as she reached him. As an obvious afterthought she added, "I hope you don't mind."
