Owen briefly pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes and shook his head in frustration . “It stands to reason as Julianna’s husband I might have a better opinion of her than, say, her bitter sister.” He delivered this defense with only enough emotion to convey his exasperation with the discussion.
When Darcias began detailing his funeral and the Hart family fallout, Owen’s brow arched in surprise. He didn’t want to hear much more and waved his hand at her dismissively, slicing at the air to cut her off.
“You don’t - I wasn’t asking for the play by play -” He tried to interrupt the narrative by speaking over her. It was a kind of verbal cover fire, so to speak, to prevent her from landing any devastating blows. His attempts to silence her went ignored and so, Owen was left feeling somewhat like a prisoner forced to endure a sadistic captor who enjoyed prodding at him to find the most tender points to exploit.
When Darcias rose to stand over him, his eyes traced the impressive flare of her wings. He was distracted enough by the display that he missed her reaching for him. Owen’s eyes flicked down upon the contact and he stared uncomprehendingly at her small, pale hand laying over his as she started to afflict him with a spell. He wouldn’t admit that the growing coldness of the magic flowing through his hand made him nervous. Grey eyes framed by a worried frown darted between her face and their hands.
He choked the worry down betting, or hoping, that Darcias wouldn’t permanently maim him or anything. “The pretty little bird has some peck.” He said grinning at her perversely with an air of appreciation.
Owen rose from the chair even as his hand remained trapped under hers. The tall blond leaned over the desk towards Darcias as if he were leaning into the pain. It was a desperate show of bravado, a dare even, as the growing coldness of his hand paradoxically began to feel like burning. Display aside, Owen was relieved when the spell ended and couldn’t resist the reflexive urge to jerk his hand away when she released him. The appendage didn’t get far as Darcias apprehended his wrist and dropped gold rings into his palm. The contact from the cool metal bands stung his hand still searing from the spell.
He stared at the rings in disbelief. A moment passed before he recognized what they were. “And full of surprises.” Picking up the engagement band between index and thumb, Owen twisted the ring back and forth watching the diamonds sparkle as he listened to Darcias offer to remove his memories.
Owen lifted the ring to peer at his sister-in-law through the hole like a weary sea captain spying land. “You’re right. They aren't.” He admitted with a tinge of sadness to his voice. If Owen had already been burdened by his memories the rings had only dredged up more. He felt emotionally wrung out and his face didn't hide it. "If things don't go well. If she wants to fuck me up extra bad. I just might pay you a visit.” He shrugged as if he were giving up in an inconsequential argument over whether to order pizza or Chinese.
He dropped the ring back into his palm with the others and closed them in a tight fist.
“So why don't you tell me who - or how I - can clean up your mess, then?”
When Darcias began detailing his funeral and the Hart family fallout, Owen’s brow arched in surprise. He didn’t want to hear much more and waved his hand at her dismissively, slicing at the air to cut her off.
“You don’t - I wasn’t asking for the play by play -” He tried to interrupt the narrative by speaking over her. It was a kind of verbal cover fire, so to speak, to prevent her from landing any devastating blows. His attempts to silence her went ignored and so, Owen was left feeling somewhat like a prisoner forced to endure a sadistic captor who enjoyed prodding at him to find the most tender points to exploit.
When Darcias rose to stand over him, his eyes traced the impressive flare of her wings. He was distracted enough by the display that he missed her reaching for him. Owen’s eyes flicked down upon the contact and he stared uncomprehendingly at her small, pale hand laying over his as she started to afflict him with a spell. He wouldn’t admit that the growing coldness of the magic flowing through his hand made him nervous. Grey eyes framed by a worried frown darted between her face and their hands.
He choked the worry down betting, or hoping, that Darcias wouldn’t permanently maim him or anything. “The pretty little bird has some peck.” He said grinning at her perversely with an air of appreciation.
Owen rose from the chair even as his hand remained trapped under hers. The tall blond leaned over the desk towards Darcias as if he were leaning into the pain. It was a desperate show of bravado, a dare even, as the growing coldness of his hand paradoxically began to feel like burning. Display aside, Owen was relieved when the spell ended and couldn’t resist the reflexive urge to jerk his hand away when she released him. The appendage didn’t get far as Darcias apprehended his wrist and dropped gold rings into his palm. The contact from the cool metal bands stung his hand still searing from the spell.
He stared at the rings in disbelief. A moment passed before he recognized what they were. “And full of surprises.” Picking up the engagement band between index and thumb, Owen twisted the ring back and forth watching the diamonds sparkle as he listened to Darcias offer to remove his memories.
Owen lifted the ring to peer at his sister-in-law through the hole like a weary sea captain spying land. “You’re right. They aren't.” He admitted with a tinge of sadness to his voice. If Owen had already been burdened by his memories the rings had only dredged up more. He felt emotionally wrung out and his face didn't hide it. "If things don't go well. If she wants to fuck me up extra bad. I just might pay you a visit.” He shrugged as if he were giving up in an inconsequential argument over whether to order pizza or Chinese.
He dropped the ring back into his palm with the others and closed them in a tight fist.
“So why don't you tell me who - or how I - can clean up your mess, then?”
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