bd_verity (bd_verity) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-23 22:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, verity montague (o'shea) |
RP: Easter
Date: 22 March 1999
Characters: Verity Montague
Location: O'Shea Manor
Private/Public: Private
Rating: -
Warnings: -
Summary: Verity contemplates another Easter and cabin fever
It was the first Easter Verity had attended mass with a husband, much less a son. She went about her business as usual and tried to keep an upbeat attitude, for Marlowe if for no other reason. However, her chest was tight and she was in a truly foul mood in truth. She couldn't quite stop thinking about last Easter and though it hadn't been a year just yet, it was the same holiday none-the-less. All day she'd expected something bad to happen. She was leery to have prolonged discussions with Monty and she tried to avoid arguing at all possibilities. She knew it was superstitious and silly, but she couldn't quite stop herself.
However, when she took a moment to rest or to close her eyes she was immedeately shot back to last year. She couldn't get over the argument, how everything had seemed just fine and then in a blink of an eye it was gone. Verity had never felt more out of control in her life than she did this past year. Even her time in France she knew she was in control of the situation- despite the less than favorable living conditions. But to have her relationship with George, the man she thought she'd loved, ripped from her without any warning and then to be thrust back into Damian Montague's life... a forced wedding- an adoption. She felt as though she were standing in the middle of a field with life whirling around her without her consult. Nothing was the same- in a year so much had changed. Even Theo was now a husband and father...
She felt the weight of the world on her chest and tried not to grasp at it, tried to take deep breaths, tried to calm down on her own. Nothing seemed to work. She was too out of control in her life. That wasn't the sort of situation a Slytherin would ever want to find themselves in. Only adding to her discomfort, she pictured Draco and Adrian sneering at her, reminding her that she was only ever half of what a Slytherin should be.
Verity couldn't take this anymore. She felt trapped. She was trapped in her father's house, it was oppressive and a constant reminder of everything she'd ever hated. And she'd seen no one- save Liam and Miles. Not Theo, Pansy, Ginger... everything she heard from the village was bad. There was a plague, people were dying, no one seemed immune. All logic told her that she needed to stay at O'Shea Manor with her family and wait this out. But she couldn't take it much longer. It was a prison.
The tension in her chest had only worsened and she knew that it was beyond her help. Montague and Marlowe were both asleep and Verity stood in the drawing room, staring out over the sprawling Irish landscape. It looked so much like freedom. She called for Ficus and requested a calming potion as well as her riding gear to be laid out in her old room. A ride under the moonlight would do her some good, she decided.