Wish My Life Away // Rosemary

[SOLVEIG]

Well, this was off to a great start. Solveig sat in a stony frozen silence as Rosemary began her rant, her shoulders faintly tensing as she braced herself to endure the onslaught of what she presumed to be insults and battery, perhaps more threats, or maybe even a phyiscal slap. She could take it. She had taken it before. By different people. By people she trusted. But how was this any different? Even the way she spoke about Pincher set her on edge. If only she knew. But that's okay- Solveig would take care of that too. Pincher would be protected from her. Pincher wouldn't have to deal with his sister, knowing about them. Rosemary wouldn't have to know anything at all.

"I am not.... metaphorical, Rosemary." Solveig so carefully dared to speak, her voice gravelly and gritted the more she tried to voice the words. Even Solveig wasn't that good of an actress- she hesitated at the blunt accusation that she was some level of a whore, a mental rapist for the lack of better words, but she said nothing. Perhaps it was simply because she did not want to escalate it. Perhaps it was because she felt nothing. Maybe her voice had finally failed her. But oh was she seething inside at those words, to belittle her. She felt her teeth sink into the side of her cheek, though her head only canted softly at the words as she dipped her head, as if she were accepting the notion.

But in actuality it was to keep her gaze lower, so that any trace of emotion that would fail in her eyes would not be seen by Rosemary as she closed her eyes, submissive to the other woman. To think she had been trying to impress her. To gain her favor, and yet to be spit at like she was no more than a grain of dirt. No, she could take it. It wasn't as if her own family had thought any better of her. It was why she had made a promise to herself never to be with anyone ever again. Pincher had changed that. The tide had changed that, and what a mistake it was.

"Don't you dare... lecture me on my own Magic!" the words were spit faintly, but her voice did not raise at all, if anything, the more she tried to, the more her voice faltered, barely able to make it through the sentence before her shoulders slightly hunched, bracing herself through the pain burning in her throat as she softly dug her paws into the sand beneath her. Calm. Be calm. Pain was getting the best of her, seethed with anger at the words. Were it anyone else, she would have said nothing, but this was Rosemary.

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and a faint prod of her tongue confirmed her thoughts that she had bit into her cheek a bit too firmly. This was all too familiar for her liking. Just replace Rosemary with her father, and what difference was there really? "You have... my word I will no-" She struggled with the words, her voice becoming no more than a wheeze at the end of it. Her mouth was still working, trying to form the words with a breathy exhale, her head ever so slightly lifting in the attempt to speak, the frustration gleaming over her eyes as her voice wouldn't work. A flash of blood shined over her pearly teeth.

What was the point?

The challenging look that Rosemary gave was met with a rather surprising look of defeat. It was not a normal look for Solveig, one that she would never speak of again. But Rosemary had made her point clear on her telepathy, and her voice had failed- nor would she stand to be abused any longer. Instead, as her jaw closed and her words stopped completely, the snowshoe would slowly reach her paws forward before she sunk her head and chest into a low bow. The action itself confirmed the defeat, even for the ice that filled the air and chilled the area around them.

You're weak, Solveig, her own bitter words insisted, chiding her. Mocking her. What had she done to get here only to be met with the same fate that she had so long ago? Her throat crushed, her pride ruined, betlitted by everyone- though in this case Rosemary- over anything she did. There was no point. Her anger was slowly melting away into a tenseness in her throat. She wouldn't fight her family any more. And by proxy, Rosemary was family.

So the snowshoe rose some long moments later, her face wiped clean of any expression as she met Rosemary's gaze calmly, still every bit that porcelain woman that she had been since the day she had arrived here. That, Solveig was determined, would never be taken away from her. So she stood, quietly. Waiting for more abuse, or for her ultimate dismissal.

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