25 Drabble Meme | #3 - Cold
Aug. 21st, 2014 09:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
worsetodieSomeone might have told him he ought not to have goaded her on, and right now it really wasn't a time for blame. He'd said what he was going to say, and there was no taking it back now. Normally, when Rumpelstiltskin found reason to talk back to Zelina, she reacted in just one way: she would laugh at him, coldly chide his helplessness, and then go about her business.
This time, it wasn't normal. He'd somehow managed to find the one thing he could say that she didn't have a comeback for, that she couldn't just bat away.
He reiterated that he didn't want her. More than that -- that she was pathetic to behave as though she would change his mind if she found the right thing to dangle in front of his nose.
In fairness, he'd been angry. A year of holding in so many things -- his fear, his anxiety, everything -- and then unable to quietly mourn his son. Interrupted in his spinning (the only thing that quieted his mind anymore), mocked and teased. And Zelina had apparently never learned he was never especially kind to people who did that.
But he said absolutely the wrong thing.
She, in fact, did have something to dangle in front of his nose -- just not to entice.
Brandishing the dagger that bore his name against his throat, he didn't fear she would cut him. She'd used it on him enough for other things for him to know this. Cuts were not what made him uneasy. It was commands, and she had one. As before -- a cold reaction, something to mock the utter absence of power.
"Go to my bed and wait for me there."
This time, it wasn't normal. He'd somehow managed to find the one thing he could say that she didn't have a comeback for, that she couldn't just bat away.
He reiterated that he didn't want her. More than that -- that she was pathetic to behave as though she would change his mind if she found the right thing to dangle in front of his nose.
In fairness, he'd been angry. A year of holding in so many things -- his fear, his anxiety, everything -- and then unable to quietly mourn his son. Interrupted in his spinning (the only thing that quieted his mind anymore), mocked and teased. And Zelina had apparently never learned he was never especially kind to people who did that.
But he said absolutely the wrong thing.
She, in fact, did have something to dangle in front of his nose -- just not to entice.
Brandishing the dagger that bore his name against his throat, he didn't fear she would cut him. She'd used it on him enough for other things for him to know this. Cuts were not what made him uneasy. It was commands, and she had one. As before -- a cold reaction, something to mock the utter absence of power.
"Go to my bed and wait for me there."
