Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 1:59:49 GMT -5
Caterina’s “meetings” with her brother and Elena each left a sour taste in her mouth. She felt backed into a corner, abandoned, hung to dry. She felt as though things were coming at her from all angles, and put in the position she knew not how to react other than to push back, to fight back. She didn’t want to hurt her family, and she didn’t think they would want to hurt her, but she couldn’t help herself. It seemed a huge scheme was in play that wound up with her embarrassed, hurt, and left wanting… and all for why?
This scenario must have the Deliambres rolling in laughter, she figured, for it was terrible how one man alone had managed to upset the calm of their family. To Cat, this was exemplary proof of just why the whole idea of a truce was bogus, but then she wasn’t the man of the House and she did not make these decisions. Now detached from the wedding that would supposedly offer peace among them - though a farce that idea was - she could fully enjoy the moral high ground, wherein she needn’t even try to befriend the enemies whom she was so certain had a hand in the murders in her direct family. She could continue to seek the truth, to distrust them, to actively work to suppress any hope of good they ever held - for they deserved none.
Tired of being so angry and without a better plan on how to be rid of such a draining emotion, Cat Montefiore had set herself to a drink. First it was only a drink, taken with some fruit lightly eaten while reading a book. The book grew boring and fast, the woman not particularly enjoying stories so much as matters of enlightenment. More drink led to an attempt to paint, though frankly she had no artistic talent to speak of, save for some musical interests. Then she took to wandering the halls, a certain tune stuck in her head and slipping her lips at times in hum and at times in drunk song. Most of the family was out and about, so should they as the weather promised one of the only beautiful days of weather left to be enjoyed. She didn’t want to join them, wanted nothing to do with the lot of them, so as usual of late, she was indoors.
This scenario must have the Deliambres rolling in laughter, she figured, for it was terrible how one man alone had managed to upset the calm of their family. To Cat, this was exemplary proof of just why the whole idea of a truce was bogus, but then she wasn’t the man of the House and she did not make these decisions. Now detached from the wedding that would supposedly offer peace among them - though a farce that idea was - she could fully enjoy the moral high ground, wherein she needn’t even try to befriend the enemies whom she was so certain had a hand in the murders in her direct family. She could continue to seek the truth, to distrust them, to actively work to suppress any hope of good they ever held - for they deserved none.
Tired of being so angry and without a better plan on how to be rid of such a draining emotion, Cat Montefiore had set herself to a drink. First it was only a drink, taken with some fruit lightly eaten while reading a book. The book grew boring and fast, the woman not particularly enjoying stories so much as matters of enlightenment. More drink led to an attempt to paint, though frankly she had no artistic talent to speak of, save for some musical interests. Then she took to wandering the halls, a certain tune stuck in her head and slipping her lips at times in hum and at times in drunk song. Most of the family was out and about, so should they as the weather promised one of the only beautiful days of weather left to be enjoyed. She didn’t want to join them, wanted nothing to do with the lot of them, so as usual of late, she was indoors.
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Joanna Montefiore
hehehehehehe. I don't know that her mood could have carried 3 weeks after her speaking with Nicc/Elena... but I didn't know if I should date it in early October... so let me know if the date works for you?
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