Sophie Nicholas
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In the kennel: part 1
They’ve been positioned like this for a while, still and staring; offence and defence. He sits with his legs crossed, one foot pouring impatience on the floor. She’s matched his coolness but her irritation has ruined her costume. Her jaw was clamped rather than shut, she marks this and orders her jaw to partake in a smile, “I would only wish that you allow me to share your joy and excitement in your new endeavour”, sweet and appeasing. He scoffs and she’s surprised, irritated and irritated that she’s surprised. She expected this from him, this new disgusting sense of self importance in a house that was once her family home. “There is no need for me to bother informing you of my every move, business or otherwise. As the man of the house and your Husband you are doubly bidden to do what I ask of you”. She grits her teeth when she hears that capital ‘H’ and challenges his gaze; burning grey against cool brown. He reclines in his chair slightly, bored by her company or relishing in it, she can’t quite tell. His foot has stopped tapping and his eyes have warmed slightly with pity; relish it is then. “Please don’t look so bothered by it, it’s unfeminine and makes you odious to look at”, he sighs glancing at his watch with a shadow of a smirk on his face. She considers storming out of the study but he would take this as a sign of obedience and not defiance, so she stays, tense in every limb but relaxed in the face, so as to make herself look attractive again. “Very well, sir”.
By Sophie Nicholas3 years ago in Fiction