#married!verse

She had not expected him to side with her

She had not expected him to side with her

She had not expected him to side with her

It was only humiliation that rose to choke her. It was only anger that brought a inferno into her skull and made her eyes feel hot beneath their lids when she blinked. 

It was anger and humiliation alone. Nothing more. Nothing less.

She had never expected any support from him in these regards. 

Truly.

Of course Ingwion would favour his kinsman. 

What value was his wife compared to his kinsman. 

Ingwion had his back to her, proudly not staring at her. It all felt like a set up, an ugly ugly set up like so many Vanyar were good at for making you feel the morally weak and disgusting one.

Well she could play that game too. No nearly as well but she could make her own great statements in silence.

Her hands twisted together and instead of replying she frumbled for her wedding ring and dropped it on the floor. She knew for all his statuesque stillness he would have heard the metallic chime. She watched it roll onto its side and in one moment lunged forward, bringing her boot down upon it with a ugly crunch of metal.

[text] How could I miss them. They were very much in my face.

[text] Yes, they are very beautiful. Anders means thank you. / Dawn

[text] the fuck? Dawn stole my phone, she thought me rude again. And yes, I took them to work because I don’t know what the fuck to do with flowers.

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I can’t believe I’m married. I can hardly wrap my head around it. And not only that, I’m married to an angel. An actual angel. Dean means much more to me than that though, obviously. I’d still love him if he wasn’t an angel, but this whole thing’s making my head spin, and that’s saying something for someone who can fly halfway around the world in the course of a few minutes without batting an eyelash. Figuratively.