part 119 pieces of eight

[aphanon_meme]

... that's a lot of pieces of eight! I think. Sorry for the delay, more internet troubles... lol aka giving up on customer service and asking family to come over at night to fix our internet. I made them cookies. I don't know where this is going! I'm just rambling about things that don't matter

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d-don't mind us, meme...

[maple_sickles]

[watching live-action shows about trauma surgery and emergency injuries has put him in the mood]

[flicks off the TV and heads for the bedroom, intent on pestering his dearest awhile]

[maple_sickles]

[mind is a shambles of conflicted thoughts]

[storms over to the kitchen]

[rips the freezer door open and yanks out a bottle of vodka that has been chilling there]

[snatches a glass from the cupboard]

[takes a huge swig straight from the bottle and then marches straight back to the room]

Dearest, why don't you have a drink?

[begins pouring the tumbler far too full, slopping chilled vodka everywhere]

[maple_sickles]

[one finger traces over her bracelet...]

[!]

[eyes him and then the tumbler warily]

Matthew...I have a headache. Why don't you enjoy it?

[maple_sickles]

[thrusts it in her face]

No, really, I insist.

DRINK UP, sweet.

[Hisses through grit teeth, looking furious]

[maple_sickles]

Matthew.

[looks at him sternly, faint tremble of hand]

[glares at him]

....

...

....

I said, I have a headache. No thank you.

[maple_sickles]

[immovable]

Come, come. Just a sip.

It'll help your headache.

[growls in her ear]

[maple_sickles]

...

....

[turns away from him]

I..I'd rather not, really.

I-I'm feeling tired. Yes, I think I'll retire now.

[goes to leave the room]

[maple_sickles]

[crowds]

[blocks her from leaving the room]

Have. A. Drink.

Come on. You'll feel better.

[thrusts the full tumbler up to her mouth again]

[maple_sickles]

Matthew. Please move.

[stares back at him and the glass]

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...

I am not in the mood.

[maple_sickles]

[not moving]

And why not?

What could it hurt?

[maple_sickles]

I..I just don't feel like drinking tonight, that's all.

Please move, Matthew.

[fingernails dig into palm]

[maple_sickles]

[makes a furious noise]

[hurls the bottle across the room]

[it shatters loudly]

TOO MANY EXCUSES, WOMAN!

Are you or aren't you?

[maple_sickles]

[!]

[swallows hard and looks at the shards]

I..

...

..am I what, Matthew?

[maple_sickles]

[looks absolutely terrifying]

With.

Child.

[maple_sickles]

[looks back defiantly]

I..

..I..

...

...

...

[swallows]

[something different in her eyes, though mouth still in firm line]

Yes. I am.

[maple_sickles]

[eyes widen, then narrow]

[turns away from, taking two steps away from her]

[drops the tumbler to the ground and runs his hands through his hair in frustration]

...

....

Whose is it?