He's holding all the cards, and waiting in the waves
The rough sea, waves lashing against the steady rocks came swaying its way through to her vulnerable sleeping mind. The winds were picking up - they had to be, if the water was so heavy. A flurry of words came from somewhere long ago - the voice smelled of lipstick mixed with a forgotten sweet aroma that could only ever betray a hint of gin.
“I want - I just want you to know this, I just want you to never - to always know that this one thing - to know this is the truth this is the - the truth...”
The soft curls bounced so perfectly, glistening in the sun - it was as though in Regan’s dreams she could remember them with more perfection than in consciousness. While she adjusted her silken dress perfectly, this static memory could hardly keep her tone stable. The words to the sentence were just not coming to her, so she kept going around until she found them.
“It is never - never in a man’s nature to properly love, you know. It does not matter - it doesn’t matter, ever - he just can’t. It’s not in their nature. Never, never is. Do you hear me, darling, sweet thing? You’re too pretty,” her mother always said that with such regret. “You’re too pretty, poor thing. Oh, do you understand? Oh, but you know. You are smart. I know I can rely on you. You won’t let them get the better of you, oh no. I can see it in those eyes. Oh, they are such strong eyes. I can rely on them.”
Regan woke, and for a moment, she remembered. She remembered thinking with conviction how true it had always been that her mother should be able to rely on her. A sense of pride hit her when she remembered how her mother always looked at her, how pleased she must have been never to step in, that Regan could always do it.
With a sense of awe, Regan recalled the perfection of her mother’s movements. Even when unconscious was beginning to take hold, it seemed the alcohol still never could poison her mother’s words. There was always clarity and dignity. Always, she was in control.
It always seemed.
OOC: This just happened, listening to Laura Veirs.