@doomedgal·:
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 and rita starts, only minutely [ 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 ]. nevertheless, the sight kindles a desperate wonderment in her eyes as she takes it in.
INT / EXT. VERDURE & TELLTALE AZURE OF CLEAR SKIES ─ APPARENTLY DAY ─ SUBJECTIVE CAMERA, following rita’s gaze beyond the liminality, a scene that bitterly tastes like freedom.
but it’s what keeps her grounded. even as some breeze so reminiscent of springtime beckons to her, she thinks to herself [ … ] real or unreal, it is captivity all the same. reluctance keeps rita in a standstill before the threshold until a hand pushes her onwards ( NO ──── not exactly. she won’t stand for physical contact and her step forward is better described as a͟ ͟ ͟ ͟s͟t͟e͟p͟ ͟ ͟ ͟a͟w͟a͟y͟ ͟ ͟ ͟f͟r͟o͟m͟ ͟ ͟ ͟h͟i͟m͟ ). as they take to the path on the other side of doorway, rita spares an irritated glance behind her. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙰𝚈?
❝ a very 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 landscape design you have here, mr. jack. ❞ nodding along to his commentary when necessary, her uninterest masks itself as reticence, but concern bleeds in as she realizes that her new surroundings [ and red jack’s display of ──── WHATEVER YOU’D CALL PULLING UP A DOOR FROM THIN AIR ] don’t hold much in the way of opportunities. she shelves most of her brazen strategies on the spot: rita thinks that throwing him into the hedges will result in nothing but anger for his precious trimmed butterflies. ruminations leave her in a foul, hopeless mood; by the time they reach the gazebo, rita’s thought it a hundred times. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙼 𝙸 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾?
A WOMAN sits down on varnished white.she’s clinging to the barest affectationof civility & indifference. that countsfor something, right?
𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. perhaps [ … ] and here, half of rita thinks she’s given up for even considering it, but perhaps she’ll have a second go at talking. now’s the time to act. 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑴𝒀𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺.
❝ L͟O͟O͟K͟.͟ i’m appreciating your efforts, see? i came along with you. nicely. now , why don’t we have a little chat on my [ … ] predicament. because, frankly, aside from your vague reasoning ──── ❞ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 ❝ ──── i don’t see why i should entertain the idea of staying here with you. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇. ❞
her visible irritation is rewarded with curt amusement : milky white eyes, which are truly the mirrors into red jack’s soul seeing as he doesn’t have any other facial features with which to emote , narrow in masked joy. he loved a hotheaded woman , and under the layers of anger, anger at him , he knew that there very well may be a sprout of hopelessness inside rita farr. the sinking, stinging feeling that you are not getting away. with hopelessness came fear. with fear came pain. much like his lovely garden, it was a sprout he would nurture with patience and care, waiting for it to come to fruition. that being said ? red jack sits down across from her, an elegant leg crossed over the other.
“ why , thank you , my dear miss farr. i’ve had lots of time to perfect it, you see ... not a leaf out of place. ha ha. “ gloved hands clap lightly together twice, and from seemingly nowhere , a tea set becomes present on the table. fine polished china. although he could not be bothered to get the set himself -- the human way -- he does pour it himself, starting with rita’s lovely rosy cup. he serves her as she speaks.
“ how very cordial of you. “ jack’s voice has the slight edge of condescension within it, the kind of sadistic amusement a man would get from watching a mouse struggle in a labyrinth. it makes him want to laugh , because she acts like he doesn’t know she doesn’t know he’s deadly. negotiation with a madman. he begins to pour the tea for himself, and murmurs as though he’s already disregarded these concerns she’s raised, “ my, my ... i’ve forgotten the sugar. funny , how one’s mind can fail oneself. “ however, the situation remedies itself quickly : sugar appears, neat little cubes, and he drops two in his cup. now, back to the matter at hand. “ i’m terribly sorry you found my reasoning vague, miss farr. perhaps i should have been more pointed. have you ever heard the story of adam and eve? “















