ariadne. (bratosaurus) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-09-11 20:12:00 |
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[She'd fallen very quiet upon seeing the filter from her father. So quiet that Mattie had abandoned her bone to rest her head upon her lap, curious as to why her owner was so silent. Struck still, Hermione hadn't even stroked her head.
What was there to say to someone who wouldn't understand? Someone who could never be able to sympathize with her past? Certainly worse things could have happened, but it was a life she never wished to repeat. The memories left a bad taste in her mouth. Her mother being taken, her father leaving, her mother forgetting her. And with those memories came her marriage to Neoptolemus. Her love for Orestes. Every thought was like pricking her fingertips over and over, but not enough to bleed. Just enough to hurt.
Her first conversation with Helen had been awkward. There was no doubt in her mind that her father was far easier to get along with, but despite her uneasiness, her hatred for all that had happened, she'd been happy. Glad, even, that her mother could give her the time of day. Every subsequent conversation was golden.
Could her father truly not understand how she could take that over school? For her mother to finally be paying attention to her -- it elated her. It had been so easy to forget about classes and focus on being with her mother for an extended period of time. Hermione, in truth, was a selfish little girl, but was it selfish when it was for something you deserved? Something you should have been granted from the beginning: love and attention?
Fuck school. There was no turning back.]