Flinching slightly as her hands came to the table, Charles looked up at her bitterly. He knew he wasn’t making any sense. None of this made sense. Why he had such vested interest in her was beyond him though the one thing he did know was he enjoyed her company and that had been enough.
Listening to her as she raised her voice at him, Charles remained silent.
Until she asked what this was. At that, his hands curled into fists and he exhaled deeply toward the table. A brief pause and she asked what he wanted from her.
And, as if his vision had turned to blackness and his mind became a void, Charles stood up, looking down at her and stepped up to her – pushing her back slightly, hands coming up to her shoulder, shaking her slightly – though his touch, all things considered, was rather gentle. He didn’t want to hurt her. He was restraining himself a lot.
“You,” he hissed and then took a step back, “I want you to stop acting as if other people have more worth than you do,” He could feel his voice raising.
Stop it, Charles. You can drink when you’re home and calm down. Do not take it out on Emmeline.
His thoughts screamed at him though his thoughts were not powerful enough to overcome his impulse in the moment, “I want you to stop acting as if your life is over because some bastard decided to pour alcohol and his tongue down your throat. It is damn well irritating and infuriating. Are you even aware of who you are, Emmeline? You talk as if you are some slum girl down on her luck with nothing in her life but some scorned lover bullshit. And it’s tiring.”
Listening to her as she raised her voice at him, Charles remained silent.
Until she asked what this was. At that, his hands curled into fists and he exhaled deeply toward the table. A brief pause and she asked what he wanted from her.
And, as if his vision had turned to blackness and his mind became a void, Charles stood up, looking down at her and stepped up to her – pushing her back slightly, hands coming up to her shoulder, shaking her slightly – though his touch, all things considered, was rather gentle. He didn’t want to hurt her. He was restraining himself a lot.
“You,” he hissed and then took a step back, “I want you to stop acting as if other people have more worth than you do,” He could feel his voice raising.
Stop it, Charles. You can drink when you’re home and calm down. Do not take it out on Emmeline.
His thoughts screamed at him though his thoughts were not powerful enough to overcome his impulse in the moment, “I want you to stop acting as if your life is over because some bastard decided to pour alcohol and his tongue down your throat. It is damn well irritating and infuriating. Are you even aware of who you are, Emmeline? You talk as if you are some slum girl down on her luck with nothing in her life but some scorned lover bullshit. And it’s tiring.”