[They stole him from his wife. One moment he had been drinking in the library after gathering with his family in the shadow of the monolith, then he had fallen asleep in his chair, and awoken to discover strangers had scratched him out of his world and pasted him to a foreign canvas. Whoever is responsible had separated him from a woman who is constantly unsettled, beholden to a storm of moods. Desperate in one moment, haunted in the next. Then in the rarest of moments she is happy and her mind seems whole.
He finishes his shot and stands with his fingers clawed around the glass. His demeanour reflects the thunderous mood that is tearing her apart; when he thinks he is no longer there to weather that storm on her behalf his lips curl and he looks like he wants to throw the glass across the room. They disrespected her.
But this is reality. He must accept it. The fact she is far away does not mean they will never meet again. So he endeavours to protect her from afar. He questions what she longs for in this situation, considers what the man below the monolith has failed to accomplish, and decides to give her everything she needs.
He sighs in exasperation, sets his glass upon a nearby table, then strides across the room using his cane as support. She would want her family safe. This woman has hurt his loved ones in ways one can never forgive, but to Aline she is a daughter, a member of the same house as his own.]
You are going to embarrass yourself.
[He almost reaches out with his cane to guide her towards the correct path. But her anger is formidable and has imprinted on his memory. Not that it drains his cold and stern tone of voice.]
Take the party upstairs. All this will be here in the morning.
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He finishes his shot and stands with his fingers clawed around the glass. His demeanour reflects the thunderous mood that is tearing her apart; when he thinks he is no longer there to weather that storm on her behalf his lips curl and he looks like he wants to throw the glass across the room. They disrespected her.
But this is reality. He must accept it. The fact she is far away does not mean they will never meet again. So he endeavours to protect her from afar. He questions what she longs for in this situation, considers what the man below the monolith has failed to accomplish, and decides to give her everything she needs.
He sighs in exasperation, sets his glass upon a nearby table, then strides across the room using his cane as support. She would want her family safe. This woman has hurt his loved ones in ways one can never forgive, but to Aline she is a daughter, a member of the same house as his own.]
You are going to embarrass yourself.
[He almost reaches out with his cane to guide her towards the correct path. But her anger is formidable and has imprinted on his memory. Not that it drains his cold and stern tone of voice.]
Take the party upstairs. All this will be here in the morning.
[The real party beyond these walls.]