Post by Reyn on Dec 11, 2022 20:22:19 GMT
"Aisling? Aisling!"
Killian Moore was a big-time corporate lawyer based in Dublin- and I mean big. Like, self-named law firm big. Flies to America to take cases in New York big. All-expenses-paid family trips to the Scottish countryside to housesit for generous and wealthy and stupid clients big. That sort of big.
"Oh, leave it. She won't have gone far- not in this weather."
Siannon Moore was also a lawyer, though her success was dwarfed by her husband- a fact to which she made no effort to hide her seething resentment. Oh, she could've made it big- and I mean big. Like, taking over his company big. Working with top police to lock away serial killers big. Front-page TIME Magazine feature on 'The Female Prosecutor Girlbossifying The Supreme Court' big. That sort of big.
But then she had a child.
And Aisling Moore was taken, and replaced, without much notice.
That didn't matter. She was gone, now- away from them, and away from that stuffy old country house they had been so graciously gifted. That thing was big- and I mean big. Like, those dolts are going to spend so fucking long searching every single room in that labyrinthine toy castle that, by the time they've cleared even half the floorplan, she'll be back at the front door like nothing happened big. Y'know. Conveniently large.
The woods were also quite large- at least, they seemed to be now. Maybe it was a trick of the light, the dim glow of the moon making everything seem more distant than it was, or maybe she had just been wandering for so long that she had forgotten just how far she had travelled. Either way, she was alone. That was good, she thought. She liked being alone. Strange as it sounded, being alone was far less boring than being surrounded by people, always demanding her attention, always bothering her with their incessant talk of stuff she couldn't give half a fuck about. Whatever.
Whatever.
At least now there wasn't anyone to take her eyes off her surroundings, no boring, human, same-face to grind her gaze. She could look at better things. Trees, for example. Rocks, for another. Insects, even- mosquitoes, or some other water-dwelling fly, swarming around the silvery moon-flicker of a pond off to the side. She made her way towards the water's edge, though her eyes didn't drift downwards.
All that would meet her there was her reflection, after all. And she had seen that old thing far too many times- it was getting stale.
Killian Moore was a big-time corporate lawyer based in Dublin- and I mean big. Like, self-named law firm big. Flies to America to take cases in New York big. All-expenses-paid family trips to the Scottish countryside to housesit for generous and wealthy and stupid clients big. That sort of big.
"Oh, leave it. She won't have gone far- not in this weather."
Siannon Moore was also a lawyer, though her success was dwarfed by her husband- a fact to which she made no effort to hide her seething resentment. Oh, she could've made it big- and I mean big. Like, taking over his company big. Working with top police to lock away serial killers big. Front-page TIME Magazine feature on 'The Female Prosecutor Girlbossifying The Supreme Court' big. That sort of big.
But then she had a child.
And Aisling Moore was taken, and replaced, without much notice.
That didn't matter. She was gone, now- away from them, and away from that stuffy old country house they had been so graciously gifted. That thing was big- and I mean big. Like, those dolts are going to spend so fucking long searching every single room in that labyrinthine toy castle that, by the time they've cleared even half the floorplan, she'll be back at the front door like nothing happened big. Y'know. Conveniently large.
The woods were also quite large- at least, they seemed to be now. Maybe it was a trick of the light, the dim glow of the moon making everything seem more distant than it was, or maybe she had just been wandering for so long that she had forgotten just how far she had travelled. Either way, she was alone. That was good, she thought. She liked being alone. Strange as it sounded, being alone was far less boring than being surrounded by people, always demanding her attention, always bothering her with their incessant talk of stuff she couldn't give half a fuck about. Whatever.
Whatever.
At least now there wasn't anyone to take her eyes off her surroundings, no boring, human, same-face to grind her gaze. She could look at better things. Trees, for example. Rocks, for another. Insects, even- mosquitoes, or some other water-dwelling fly, swarming around the silvery moon-flicker of a pond off to the side. She made her way towards the water's edge, though her eyes didn't drift downwards.
All that would meet her there was her reflection, after all. And she had seen that old thing far too many times- it was getting stale.
