Post by wordy on Dec 10, 2009 11:14:39 GMT 10
Title: A Woman's Fury
Rating: G
Prompt: #17 Grinch
Summary: The King provokes Cythera's fury when he turns Scrooge-like at Midwinter.
"He said what?"
Gary twisted his gloves nervously in his hands and tried to avoid eye contact with his wife. Normally a vision of gentleness and beauty, at the moment Cythera was more a vision of...rage.
"He just asked if I would finish of some paperwork before the end of the week," Gary explained. "It shouldn't take long. I'll probably have it finished tomorrow, and be home a bit later than usual, is all."
Cythera glowered darkly at him and resumed her pacing, pale hands clenched by her sides. He should have taken Raoul's advice and never got married. "Tomorrow," his wife said eventually, her tone brittle, "is Midwinter's Eve. Does that not mean anything to you?"
"Umm. Yes?"
She frowned, forehead wrinkling prettily. Gary took a step backward. "You are supposed to spend tomorrow night with me. Your. Wife," she said angrily, stepping closer and closer. Looking around in alarm, Gary saw that he had backed himself up against a wall. Wonderful.
When he did nothing but gape at her apologetically, she turned her back, seething. Even when she was angry, she looked beautiful, Gary thought. It was rather unfair.
"Look, dear," he said finally, "I'll talk to Jon, he'll understand. I'm sure I can put the work off for a day or too, and catch it up another time."
Cythera looked at him over her shoulder, thinking. "No, that's alright." Gary let out a sigh of relief. "I'll talk to him myself," she continued, firmly.
Gary hurried after her as she made her way to the door, her head held high and lemon-coloured skirts sweeping the ground. All he could do was stutter but but but rather pathetically as he followed her out into the corridor.
He stopped and watched dejectedly as she disappeared around the corner and out of sight, no doubt off to give Jonathon a good talking to. At least someone else would soon be on the receiving end of his wife's anger. With another sigh, Gary walked back inside, looking forward to a comforting glass of brandy. Or maybe three.
Rating: G
Prompt: #17 Grinch
Summary: The King provokes Cythera's fury when he turns Scrooge-like at Midwinter.
"He said what?"
Gary twisted his gloves nervously in his hands and tried to avoid eye contact with his wife. Normally a vision of gentleness and beauty, at the moment Cythera was more a vision of...rage.
"He just asked if I would finish of some paperwork before the end of the week," Gary explained. "It shouldn't take long. I'll probably have it finished tomorrow, and be home a bit later than usual, is all."
Cythera glowered darkly at him and resumed her pacing, pale hands clenched by her sides. He should have taken Raoul's advice and never got married. "Tomorrow," his wife said eventually, her tone brittle, "is Midwinter's Eve. Does that not mean anything to you?"
"Umm. Yes?"
She frowned, forehead wrinkling prettily. Gary took a step backward. "You are supposed to spend tomorrow night with me. Your. Wife," she said angrily, stepping closer and closer. Looking around in alarm, Gary saw that he had backed himself up against a wall. Wonderful.
When he did nothing but gape at her apologetically, she turned her back, seething. Even when she was angry, she looked beautiful, Gary thought. It was rather unfair.
"Look, dear," he said finally, "I'll talk to Jon, he'll understand. I'm sure I can put the work off for a day or too, and catch it up another time."
Cythera looked at him over her shoulder, thinking. "No, that's alright." Gary let out a sigh of relief. "I'll talk to him myself," she continued, firmly.
Gary hurried after her as she made her way to the door, her head held high and lemon-coloured skirts sweeping the ground. All he could do was stutter but but but rather pathetically as he followed her out into the corridor.
He stopped and watched dejectedly as she disappeared around the corner and out of sight, no doubt off to give Jonathon a good talking to. At least someone else would soon be on the receiving end of his wife's anger. With another sigh, Gary walked back inside, looking forward to a comforting glass of brandy. Or maybe three.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!