His laugh at her words was hoarse and ragged, a wounded exhale of breath that seemed to rip him open even wider on its way out of his body. It sounded less appropriate to be born of a man than of an injured animal backed into a corner--meant to both shroud him in a sliver of protection and a means to keep his attackers at bay.
Frigga's cleverness could not fix this problem, her tenderness that she wanted to give him too little too late. He wanted to scream, to rage, to curl in on himself and disappear. He wanted to be free of her words and her pained looks before any more revelations could be dealt as fatal blows to his. He wanted to wake in his chambers and return to blissful ignorance of the truths she brought to him.
"And such powerful help you have proven yourself to be, my Queen." The distance was growing into a chasm that had no bottom, affection replaced with formality that left his voice threatening to break even as he stubbornly pushed forward, accusations heavy in his eyes and his smile a poisoned, vicious thing on his lips. "If you have anything more for me, please, let me beg your merciful aid in knowing lest I become lost without your guiding hand. Please, share more with me or let me retire from your deep wealth of generosity before I tax you too greatly."
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Date: 2014-01-27 02:30 am (UTC)Frigga's cleverness could not fix this problem, her tenderness that she wanted to give him too little too late. He wanted to scream, to rage, to curl in on himself and disappear. He wanted to be free of her words and her pained looks before any more revelations could be dealt as fatal blows to his. He wanted to wake in his chambers and return to blissful ignorance of the truths she brought to him.
"And such powerful help you have proven yourself to be, my Queen." The distance was growing into a chasm that had no bottom, affection replaced with formality that left his voice threatening to break even as he stubbornly pushed forward, accusations heavy in his eyes and his smile a poisoned, vicious thing on his lips. "If you have anything more for me, please, let me beg your merciful aid in knowing lest I become lost without your guiding hand. Please, share more with me or let me retire from your deep wealth of generosity before I tax you too greatly."