"I deprived him of nothing! There was no "loving and willing father" to lose, Beau. His father is dead and keep shouting at me and it won't be a lie!" Her voice rose, but the temperature dropped; Odina could feel the tell-tale prickling in her fingers, the need to strike out.
"Don't you dare speak to me like you know a thing about being a mother. Congratulations, you got another woman pregnant. What a hardship that must have been. And you call me a coward again and it will be the last word you speak." The year she spent in his shadow, feeling safe and untouchable, she could see it burning in the space between them. It did her heart - or what there was open to feeling - good to know that she wasn't lying to her son anymore. The Beau she knew was dead, but so was the girl that believed in him.
"I don't make a habit of knocking up everyone that shows me kindness, so I can't say I'm worried." She hissed the low blow, the icy feeling crawling just beneath her skin. "I am the woman that stands between you and my child. Since you seem to have all the answers, remember that. And my dogs are better behaved!" The last was snapped with years of malice and resentment aimed at Beau.
Beau's outlining what she could and could not do was the last straw, her hand shooting out a blizzard of ice shards across the room. The shattering of glass immensely satisfying, the bottles of firewhisky obliterated, the place to Beau's left now frozen. The smirk at her showing was real, but Odina hardly felt comfort after her explosion. She was pissed and ready to rip things apart, but there was still part of her that labeled Beau as 'worth saving,' Merlin only knows why.
"Since you seem to have all the answers and you're so convinced you've been wronged Beau, why don't you tell me how in fucking Merlin's name you'd like to handle this." Part of her was curious, but all of her was ready to turn him into an ice sculpture.
"Don't you dare speak to me like you know a thing about being a mother. Congratulations, you got another woman pregnant. What a hardship that must have been. And you call me a coward again and it will be the last word you speak." The year she spent in his shadow, feeling safe and untouchable, she could see it burning in the space between them. It did her heart - or what there was open to feeling - good to know that she wasn't lying to her son anymore. The Beau she knew was dead, but so was the girl that believed in him.
"I don't make a habit of knocking up everyone that shows me kindness, so I can't say I'm worried." She hissed the low blow, the icy feeling crawling just beneath her skin. "I am the woman that stands between you and my child. Since you seem to have all the answers, remember that. And my dogs are better behaved!" The last was snapped with years of malice and resentment aimed at Beau.
Beau's outlining what she could and could not do was the last straw, her hand shooting out a blizzard of ice shards across the room. The shattering of glass immensely satisfying, the bottles of firewhisky obliterated, the place to Beau's left now frozen. The smirk at her showing was real, but Odina hardly felt comfort after her explosion. She was pissed and ready to rip things apart, but there was still part of her that labeled Beau as 'worth saving,' Merlin only knows why.
"Since you seem to have all the answers and you're so convinced you've been wronged Beau, why don't you tell me how in fucking Merlin's name you'd like to handle this." Part of her was curious, but all of her was ready to turn him into an ice sculpture.