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*sits in the bedroom trying very hard not to cry*

Why did I say that? Why didn't I leave before I got so angry?

*throws herself across the bed, face down, with a sob*

Date: 2007-03-01 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*after a rather long while, a furtive knock at the door*

Date: 2007-03-01 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

*finally a bit of a shuffling sound*

*something is poked through the crack under the door*

*the long, leafy stem of a flower*

Date: 2007-03-02 04:21 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
*it's a long-stemmed red rose, with a bit of violet around the fringes of the petals*

*no sign of Arthur*

*but there's another flower, a pink-and-white carnation, pointing the way down the hall*

*then a hibiscus blossom, continuing the trail*

Date: 2007-03-02 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*it leads onwards downstairs, through zinnias and lilies and clumps of violets*

*into the drawing-room*

*which is FESTOONED with colorful flowers of all sorts*

*from daisies tucked between the piano-keys to a garland draped over the armchair, a sunflower in a pot facing the window, bouquets tucked together on the table, a fabulous orchid next to your portrait, even blossoms threaded around the gas-lights*

*and in the midst of it all, Arthur, almost hidden behind an enormous bouquet, with a sheepish forgive-me look on his face*

Date: 2007-03-02 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm sorry, my pet. I promised to talk to you before I hired anyone, and I didn't. I, ah, wasn't thinking very clearly. And I know just how awful it must have been to think you couldn't trust me.

...But we really did just fall over.

Date: 2007-03-02 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]


*pauses, puzzled*

...But I didn't even mention what you did, did I? When did I throw it in your face?

Date: 2007-03-02 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
...I'm not trying to remind you of it. It's just... still there.

*crumpling amidst the roses*

I know you're trying, my sweet, I know you want to make it all better between us... but even when you're here it's like you're far away. Off in your head somewhere where people live forever and fight circuses and go to Cardiff of all places and keep thinking about children they can't have.

That was only a part of it.

I know you can't be with me all the time... but when you are with me can't you be with me? And be happy?

Date: 2007-03-02 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*hurt* Is that what our marriage means to you? Being ship's cook and, ah, concubine?

*sinks onto the piano bench, bouquet in his lap*

I know why the rest of it all means so much to you... I know there's a lot of ordinary work here, and I spend eight hours a day away being very dull indeed... but when we are together here, you never seem to escape your cares any more. Not just from being with me. You used to light up when we did silly little things together... now you stay half wrapped in a grey fog even then. I miss you.

*moves daisies aside on the keyboard, and plays a few tenative chords, slowly, looking plantively at you*

I'd like that
If we could cycle down some lane...

Date: 2007-03-03 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
--I jolly well know it's nothing to do with me! That's the trouble, it's why I can't seem to help you through it. And it still makes me feel...


Do you know what made me think of Chastiti in, ah, ways I shouldn't, really? It's just that she seemed happy to talk to me...

Date: 2007-03-03 08:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
...I'd love to sing with you again. Maybe teach me a song from your time. Just a few more moments like that, together, that's all I need.

*reaches out for your hand*

*loses his grip on the giant bouquet, lunges for it, and we end up with it sort of pinned between us*

*gazing gently*

...Could you just look at me for a moment, the way you used to? When you, oh I don't know, sparkled.

Here, I'll help. *pulls a cross-eyed face, tongue askew*

Date: 2007-03-03 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

*kisses you gleefully*

*nuzzles you with the bit where his moustache used to be, out of habit*

...You did do me one other disservice, though, my sweet.

Date: 2007-03-03 03:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*nibbling your lower lip as you kiss my upper*

Just that you thought I'd, ah, be attracted to someone whom I didn't really care about.

*brushing a stray lily against your neck*

I'm not in love with her, not by a long chalk, but I do think she's a very sweet girl who's been hard done by. And she may be a dancing-girl, but I really don't think that makes her a whore...

Date: 2007-03-03 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*eyes wide*

< Importance_Of_Being_Earnest > An otter? < /Importance_Of_Being_Earnest >

...though I must confess, dear heart, if I had to live with the Doctor I might be willing to leave him for five pounds and a bag of sweets...

Date: 2007-03-03 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
...I mean she said she was giving up on men for otters, but I thought that was just because they were fluffy cuddly little...

Still, I'm trying to be broadminded about such things.

My love, there's only one woman I consider worthy of me. *quick deep kisses which feel like a prelude to ravishment*

*scoops you up in his arms, the vast bouquet piled in your lap, cheerily carrying you towards the bedroom*

Still, if you could avoid calling her a whore, that would rather be a help. There are enough people around here who'd fling round names like that -- do you remember when Mr. Murchinson down the street saw you outside in your T-shirt that one time! Heavens, you'd have thought the world was ending...

Date: 2007-03-03 05:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I may not be able to do much in your other world, my pet, but at least I can defend your place in *this* one.

I'll be your knight on a battered bicycle! Ha ha!

Date: 2007-03-03 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'd like to, if it's all right with you.

At least so long as she doesn't try to seduce the sheep...

Date: 2007-03-02 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*cleans things*


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