![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
[ The town meeting is over, and Royce has talked to Gabriel - but he's still angry, and the walk home really just works him up again. He vanishes before Alfie can catch up with him, but when Alfie comes back home, he'll hear the shatter of porcelain, and the thud of a knife hitting a wall.
Royce is in the kitchen, hood up, sitting on the table. Across the room from him, a pretty vase that neither of them are sure belongs to who is shattered in pieces on the floor, and Alverstone is sticking out of the wall where the vase once was resting against. The angry thundercloud over Royce's head is practically visible, and the book that he's been refusing to read is still bonking him against the shoulder every few minutes. ]
Royce is in the kitchen, hood up, sitting on the table. Across the room from him, a pretty vase that neither of them are sure belongs to who is shattered in pieces on the floor, and Alverstone is sticking out of the wall where the vase once was resting against. The angry thundercloud over Royce's head is practically visible, and the book that he's been refusing to read is still bonking him against the shoulder every few minutes. ]
[Yup, this is about what he expected. Alfie bats at the book, more for the satisfaction of it than because he thinks it'll actually do something, and sits himself down next to Royce. Yes, on the table. He's willing to compromise for love.]
I never liked that vase much anyway.
I never liked that vase much anyway.
[ Normally, Royce might answer, but he's buzzing. He's practically vibrating with how angry he is, jaw clenched tight. If he opens his mouth he might start shouting, and he refuses to take it out on Alfie.
As it is, his connection fuzzes with how much he's trying to keep his anger to himself. He'll let Alfie have a low level of it - mostly it's hurt, because town meetings always are like this for him. He speaks up, and the do-gooders talk down to him, brush off his efforts and feelings. It was particularly bad this time - it stung. He doesn't know why he bothers. Next time, he won't go. They don't want to hear his opinion anyway. ]
As it is, his connection fuzzes with how much he's trying to keep his anger to himself. He'll let Alfie have a low level of it - mostly it's hurt, because town meetings always are like this for him. He speaks up, and the do-gooders talk down to him, brush off his efforts and feelings. It was particularly bad this time - it stung. He doesn't know why he bothers. Next time, he won't go. They don't want to hear his opinion anyway. ]
Yeah. Okay. [ He trusts Alfie not to screw him over. To treat him like a kid who needs his hand slapped.
He drags in a breath, trying to calm himself down. It's making him feel sick to his stomach. Uneasily, he wraps his arms around his leg that he has pulled to his chest, staring at the ground. ]
He drags in a breath, trying to calm himself down. It's making him feel sick to his stomach. Uneasily, he wraps his arms around his leg that he has pulled to his chest, staring at the ground. ]
[ Royce takes another deep breath. ]
It - stings. [ Royce says, finally. ] To hear this over and over. You're wrong. Your opinion doesn't matter. They don't say it out loud, but it's what they're saying.
You're wrong. What you feel is irrelevant. Your decisions are something we have to fix. [ He picks at a loose thread. ] I'm angry. It feels like injustice. It feels ugly.
It - stings. [ Royce says, finally. ] To hear this over and over. You're wrong. Your opinion doesn't matter. They don't say it out loud, but it's what they're saying.
You're wrong. What you feel is irrelevant. Your decisions are something we have to fix. [ He picks at a loose thread. ] I'm angry. It feels like injustice. It feels ugly.
Page 1 of 10