This…
… was…
… not better.
Iron, everywhere, still. Puddles! So many puddles! Were there more of them, somehow? How? She'd woken up to noise, yet more of his constant and unending noise, keeping her awake as she endured the way her skin crawled and her bone marrow felt like churning concrete.
His only saving grace was that he'd left sugar out this time. If it hadn't been for that, she'd be setting the house on fire. Absolutely and without question, starting with his bed. She set the sugar aside in a safe place so that she could get to work. The trails of water suggested that he'd gone out in the rain again, something peculiar in the distribution.
Had he just moved it around? Instead of cleaning it up? Had he perhaps tried to sweep the puddles?
This all seemed to confirm her theory that he was a very dim man, doing his best with limited faculties. Maybe she could leave him a note–
No. No notes. She should never have done that because now it seemed like such a tempting solution to so many problems, but no. The last thing she needed was his attention or his scrutiny. She didn't think he was persistent enough to find his way through her glamour, but she wasn't going to risk anything she didn't have to.
Besides. The iron was still here. Notes were obviously ineffective.
It was starting to become routine, tending to the candles and the wax, stacking papers to put them in their proper places, gathering the laundry at arm's-length to keep away the man-smells, scrubbing floors and scrubbing floors and scrubbing floors. If it hadn't always been her routine to care for the floors on her hands and knees, even when they'd barely needed it, her entire body would be sore with the effort of so much work. As it was, only her skin suffered the consequences of her abuse, fingertips turning red and raw.
Everything needed more scrubbing, and more polishing. Everything needed to be cleaner. She was learning to settle, for now, for an acceptable level of pain. It had always been a matter of acceptable levels of pain, but she had managed that as her due, as background noise. This was so much worse than it had been for years, yet so much better than when she'd woken up.
She could deal with that. For now. Until she found a way to make this place manageable, or gave up and moved on. How manageable could it get when he refused to let her fix the instruments?
In the meantime: sugar. Pure sugar, and plenty of it. She ate it straight, lids going languorous and muscles relaxing more with every spoonful. And, more importantly: the aches and pains all dulled, until nothing hurt and she could finally sleep.
She stumbled silent up the stairs, twirling tipsy through the halls to the sound of nothing.
… was…
… not better.
Iron, everywhere, still. Puddles! So many puddles! Were there more of them, somehow? How? She'd woken up to noise, yet more of his constant and unending noise, keeping her awake as she endured the way her skin crawled and her bone marrow felt like churning concrete.
His only saving grace was that he'd left sugar out this time. If it hadn't been for that, she'd be setting the house on fire. Absolutely and without question, starting with his bed. She set the sugar aside in a safe place so that she could get to work. The trails of water suggested that he'd gone out in the rain again, something peculiar in the distribution.
Had he just moved it around? Instead of cleaning it up? Had he perhaps tried to sweep the puddles?
This all seemed to confirm her theory that he was a very dim man, doing his best with limited faculties. Maybe she could leave him a note–
No. No notes. She should never have done that because now it seemed like such a tempting solution to so many problems, but no. The last thing she needed was his attention or his scrutiny. She didn't think he was persistent enough to find his way through her glamour, but she wasn't going to risk anything she didn't have to.
Besides. The iron was still here. Notes were obviously ineffective.
It was starting to become routine, tending to the candles and the wax, stacking papers to put them in their proper places, gathering the laundry at arm's-length to keep away the man-smells, scrubbing floors and scrubbing floors and scrubbing floors. If it hadn't always been her routine to care for the floors on her hands and knees, even when they'd barely needed it, her entire body would be sore with the effort of so much work. As it was, only her skin suffered the consequences of her abuse, fingertips turning red and raw.
Everything needed more scrubbing, and more polishing. Everything needed to be cleaner. She was learning to settle, for now, for an acceptable level of pain. It had always been a matter of acceptable levels of pain, but she had managed that as her due, as background noise. This was so much worse than it had been for years, yet so much better than when she'd woken up.
She could deal with that. For now. Until she found a way to make this place manageable, or gave up and moved on. How manageable could it get when he refused to let her fix the instruments?
In the meantime: sugar. Pure sugar, and plenty of it. She ate it straight, lids going languorous and muscles relaxing more with every spoonful. And, more importantly: the aches and pains all dulled, until nothing hurt and she could finally sleep.
She stumbled silent up the stairs, twirling tipsy through the halls to the sound of nothing.
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