Honey Drunk (March 3010) {Adelais}
May 2, 2018 18:20:46 GMT -5
Post by Adelais on May 2, 2018 18:20:46 GMT -5
“There's no need to speak that way.”
“Adelais. Laisa, your shoes, wait. Let me walk with you.”
There was not a soul in this house who understood quiet. The woman groaned, pressing her hands over her eyes, and neither turning now slowing for Swithin’s voice. She would get different shoes. She wanted out of this house with its noise, and its screaming captains with silly nicknames, and the bacon. Her nose wrinkled, and she pressed for the door anyway, though she could hardly see for the way her eyes were scrunched.
She reached for the door, but it opened inward toward her first. She gasped, stumbling. A heavy boot pressed upon her bare foot, and the girl lifted a cry that sent a sharp pain through her head like a knife and she began to fall. Water sloshed up upon her dress and the young woman gasped, eyes flashing open despite the way she wished to remain in darkness forever.
“Tate! Clumsy ox. Gotcha, Bug. Good fer that. Sorry about that on yer dress, thet's why I wear an apron, but better than bumping your head.”
“Ugh,” Adelais groaned. Half for the captain’s ridiculous volume, half for the smell of bacon now wafting direct into her nose from her dress. No; hitting her head would have been a blessing. If she could just pass out direct now, that would be a relief. “Bacon,” she grumbled. Disgusting smell.
“Ad, you up finally? Mam wouldn't let me sleep in. Goodness, you look as bad as I feel this morning.”
“Shut your mouth. Shoes, Laisa. Augh, I'm sorry, let me walk you to work, please. I'll get my… cloak...”
“You don't have time to talk, Os, get the mop. I always tell you bring that in the back door.”
“Ugh, just…quiet!” She pressed her fingers to her ears. “The whole blasted family is loud as pigs in mud…” Adelais mumbled to herself. She did not remember Oswin looking quite like that the night before. He had not been swollen—perhaps a fight on the way home, or maybe a fall in the rain. His clothes and hair were dripping nearly as much as she was. With a yank, she took the shoes from Swithin’s hand, though made no move to put them on.
“I don’t want the cloak,” Adelais managed. No. She wanted the rain to seep into every thread of this dress; maybe that way she would not have to smell bacon for the whole of the day. She pressed once more for the door, grumbling about the water sloshing up between her toes, but ignoring the shoes yet in her hand.
Work. The thought of screaming patients already was making the woman miserable; though perhaps even that was better than Captain Loud. She shoved the door, though realized after a moment she needed to pull. "Son of a--" She stopped, thinking back on Katla's words and instead falling silent with a long string of breath. With a shift of her hand, she pulled, and then stared as the dark, damp morning rained beyond the entry.
“Adelais. Laisa, your shoes, wait. Let me walk with you.”
There was not a soul in this house who understood quiet. The woman groaned, pressing her hands over her eyes, and neither turning now slowing for Swithin’s voice. She would get different shoes. She wanted out of this house with its noise, and its screaming captains with silly nicknames, and the bacon. Her nose wrinkled, and she pressed for the door anyway, though she could hardly see for the way her eyes were scrunched.
She reached for the door, but it opened inward toward her first. She gasped, stumbling. A heavy boot pressed upon her bare foot, and the girl lifted a cry that sent a sharp pain through her head like a knife and she began to fall. Water sloshed up upon her dress and the young woman gasped, eyes flashing open despite the way she wished to remain in darkness forever.
“Tate! Clumsy ox. Gotcha, Bug. Good fer that. Sorry about that on yer dress, thet's why I wear an apron, but better than bumping your head.”
“Ugh,” Adelais groaned. Half for the captain’s ridiculous volume, half for the smell of bacon now wafting direct into her nose from her dress. No; hitting her head would have been a blessing. If she could just pass out direct now, that would be a relief. “Bacon,” she grumbled. Disgusting smell.
“Ad, you up finally? Mam wouldn't let me sleep in. Goodness, you look as bad as I feel this morning.”
“Shut your mouth. Shoes, Laisa. Augh, I'm sorry, let me walk you to work, please. I'll get my… cloak...”
“You don't have time to talk, Os, get the mop. I always tell you bring that in the back door.”
“Ugh, just…quiet!” She pressed her fingers to her ears. “The whole blasted family is loud as pigs in mud…” Adelais mumbled to herself. She did not remember Oswin looking quite like that the night before. He had not been swollen—perhaps a fight on the way home, or maybe a fall in the rain. His clothes and hair were dripping nearly as much as she was. With a yank, she took the shoes from Swithin’s hand, though made no move to put them on.
“I don’t want the cloak,” Adelais managed. No. She wanted the rain to seep into every thread of this dress; maybe that way she would not have to smell bacon for the whole of the day. She pressed once more for the door, grumbling about the water sloshing up between her toes, but ignoring the shoes yet in her hand.
Work. The thought of screaming patients already was making the woman miserable; though perhaps even that was better than Captain Loud. She shoved the door, though realized after a moment she needed to pull. "Son of a--" She stopped, thinking back on Katla's words and instead falling silent with a long string of breath. With a shift of her hand, she pulled, and then stared as the dark, damp morning rained beyond the entry.