Anger is word for what Caius feels right now, yes. A more accurate description would be 'incandescent rage'; the bedroom door slams open and he knows, he knows without asking, and he doesn't say a word until his hand is wrapped viciously around her throat, shoving her back against the wall the desk is pressed to.
To good to do something like this to a woman, not if he could help it, and most relevantly not to Cordelia. He doesn't love her now and he hasn't loved her for a long time, but he did once, enough to marry her and raise a family with her. He wanted her gone. He wanted her out of his life. He wanted to grieve the family that they lost without having it thrown in his face. He wanted to forget how they tore each other apart until there wasn't a right or wrong side in the argument any more. He didn't want her to die.
"I'm afraid I'll have to take back my offer to fly you to Mexico," he says, furious and conversational at once, "as it seems I need to get back to England at once."
Mina has just finished tying off her braid when he comes storming in, and she has no time to do much else other than be thrown against the wall, Caius' hand wrapped around her throat. Her eyes are wide, startled--she had expected a negative reaction, though being physically assaulted wasn't something she anticipated. She just hopes he doesn't kill her, she thinks, with odd detachment.
His thumb digs in and he almost asks why, but the clinically detached portion of his mind (granted, a very small portion) doesn't really need to. "You went behind my back."
She tries to swallow, does, and her eyes are very wide. It's obvious, now, that she thinks he might kill her. The drawback to running with these big, larger-than-life people: larger-than-life tempers. She's got one, too.
"I did it for us," she insists, choked (strangled, really), "for our future. Our children. We could never have had a real family."
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Anger is word for what Caius feels right now, yes. A more accurate description would be 'incandescent rage'; the bedroom door slams open and he knows, he knows without asking, and he doesn't say a word until his hand is wrapped viciously around her throat, shoving her back against the wall the desk is pressed to.
To good to do something like this to a woman, not if he could help it, and most relevantly not to Cordelia. He doesn't love her now and he hasn't loved her for a long time, but he did once, enough to marry her and raise a family with her. He wanted her gone. He wanted her out of his life. He wanted to grieve the family that they lost without having it thrown in his face. He wanted to forget how they tore each other apart until there wasn't a right or wrong side in the argument any more. He didn't want her to die.
"I'm afraid I'll have to take back my offer to fly you to Mexico," he says, furious and conversational at once, "as it seems I need to get back to England at once."
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Mina has just finished tying off her braid when he comes storming in, and she has no time to do much else other than be thrown against the wall, Caius' hand wrapped around her throat. Her eyes are wide, startled--she had expected a negative reaction, though being physically assaulted wasn't something she anticipated. She just hopes he doesn't kill her, she thinks, with odd detachment.
She tips her head back slightly, trying to speak.
"Caius--"
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His thumb digs in and he almost asks why, but the clinically detached portion of his mind (granted, a very small portion) doesn't really need to. "You went behind my back."
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She tries to swallow, does, and her eyes are very wide. It's obvious, now, that she thinks he might kill her. The drawback to running with these big, larger-than-life people: larger-than-life tempers. She's got one, too.
"I did it for us," she insists, choked (strangled, really), "for our future. Our children. We could never have had a real family."
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