Overwatering [March 3010] [Adelais]
Mar 18, 2019 13:58:04 GMT -5
Post by Swithin on Mar 18, 2019 13:58:04 GMT -5
“You’re living alright,” Swithin grumbled under his breath as he stared at the fire crackling to life, “But all things taken into consideration, you’re not living well enough, as far as I can see.”
As the fire grew to life, the man did his best not to pay attention to the woman drinking in the corner, though here and there he glanced aside at her. He could not hear if she had stepped away after all, and she seemed opposed to resting as he’d asked of her. At least opposed to resting upon the couch; or maybe it was that she just wished to be nearer her bottle.
He could fix a chair and a bed, but the man was uncertain how he was going to fix that, and when the fire was finally blazing with logs added to it, Swithin stood up and looked at Adelais by her cupboard before he walked into the kitchen again himself and picked up her empty pot, beginning to rifle around in the cupboard for what was left of the groceries he’d brought over several days earlier. It didn’t seemed that she’d cooked much in all that time either, for he found carrots and potatoes, and he did not care if she was going to be arguing with him over it. All that drink in her, and she was acting like she wouldn’t be eating a thing. She would be ill. The least he could do was put a stewpot over the flames to boil before he started in on the fixing.
Fix what things he broke and leave. Aye, the man could do that, but Adelais didn’t seem to realize it was going to take him the rest of the evening to do it properly. It were not as if he were a magician to spend a minute on the chair and mend the wood, he had all the measuring and cutting, fitting and sanding to do. He’d be well beyond dark before the chair was done, and he didn’t doubt if he’d be back the next day to finish the bed.
But for now he was pulling out a knife and beginning to cut up the carrot and potato and drop them into the pot. The house was slowly warming to the heat. “You shouldn’t be drinking so much,” the man thought it was time to say.
As the fire grew to life, the man did his best not to pay attention to the woman drinking in the corner, though here and there he glanced aside at her. He could not hear if she had stepped away after all, and she seemed opposed to resting as he’d asked of her. At least opposed to resting upon the couch; or maybe it was that she just wished to be nearer her bottle.
He could fix a chair and a bed, but the man was uncertain how he was going to fix that, and when the fire was finally blazing with logs added to it, Swithin stood up and looked at Adelais by her cupboard before he walked into the kitchen again himself and picked up her empty pot, beginning to rifle around in the cupboard for what was left of the groceries he’d brought over several days earlier. It didn’t seemed that she’d cooked much in all that time either, for he found carrots and potatoes, and he did not care if she was going to be arguing with him over it. All that drink in her, and she was acting like she wouldn’t be eating a thing. She would be ill. The least he could do was put a stewpot over the flames to boil before he started in on the fixing.
Fix what things he broke and leave. Aye, the man could do that, but Adelais didn’t seem to realize it was going to take him the rest of the evening to do it properly. It were not as if he were a magician to spend a minute on the chair and mend the wood, he had all the measuring and cutting, fitting and sanding to do. He’d be well beyond dark before the chair was done, and he didn’t doubt if he’d be back the next day to finish the bed.
But for now he was pulling out a knife and beginning to cut up the carrot and potato and drop them into the pot. The house was slowly warming to the heat. “You shouldn’t be drinking so much,” the man thought it was time to say.