05-12-2014, 06:53 AM
If it was possible, Rozenn paled even further when Torquil appeared in the foyer. He wasn’t alone. There was a woman over his shoulder and a baby tucked into his arm. Her stomach lurched and for a frantic second her mind was adamant that it wasn’t Torquil; he hardly looked like himself. But it was him, there was no one else it could be. She’d half hoped that it was all some sort of misunderstanding but there she was. Cecily MacFusty. The woman married to her MacFusty.
No! Not hers. He had never been hers.
Her body shook and she couldn’t move, was rooted to the spot as Torquil walked towards her, still holding the boy...his son. She stared at the boy as though he were some sort of strange and alien creature but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t deny that the boy looked very much like Torquil and was quite content in his arms. When he reached towards her, Roz finally moved though only so much as to turn her face away from his touch.
She was there, his wife. How could he pretend she wasn’t? His apology, his words that were meant to soothe fell more like blows against her. Her stomach churned and she swayed again; it felt like the world was spinning apart. How could he say such things to her in front of his wife. She wanted to run, to get away but she was rooted in place, even as his wife started towards them. Mac appeared to be livid and the compulsion to keep him away from Tor, to protect the MacFusty she had thought was her rose up in her but she quashed it. She had no right to defend Torquil MacFusty or anything else for that matter.
She was an interloper. She didn’t belong no matter how much she wanted to. She’d caused discord and pain to a family she held dear and in that moment there was nothing she could do to fix it except perhaps to leave. Her gaze strayed towards the door, expression neutral though anyone could practically feel the waves of hurt and confusion drifting off her.
No! Not hers. He had never been hers.
Her body shook and she couldn’t move, was rooted to the spot as Torquil walked towards her, still holding the boy...his son. She stared at the boy as though he were some sort of strange and alien creature but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t deny that the boy looked very much like Torquil and was quite content in his arms. When he reached towards her, Roz finally moved though only so much as to turn her face away from his touch.
She was there, his wife. How could he pretend she wasn’t? His apology, his words that were meant to soothe fell more like blows against her. Her stomach churned and she swayed again; it felt like the world was spinning apart. How could he say such things to her in front of his wife. She wanted to run, to get away but she was rooted in place, even as his wife started towards them. Mac appeared to be livid and the compulsion to keep him away from Tor, to protect the MacFusty she had thought was her rose up in her but she quashed it. She had no right to defend Torquil MacFusty or anything else for that matter.
She was an interloper. She didn’t belong no matter how much she wanted to. She’d caused discord and pain to a family she held dear and in that moment there was nothing she could do to fix it except perhaps to leave. Her gaze strayed towards the door, expression neutral though anyone could practically feel the waves of hurt and confusion drifting off her.
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