adavies (adavies) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-08-20 21:33:00

Who: Ally and Sam
What: :[ M.A.G.I.C. act angst.
When: nowish
Status: Finishing in comments

Allison was in the kitchen keeping herself busy with preparing things for dinner. Of course she could be using magic to peel the potatoes and be doing more than just one thing at a time. But it took longer this way and kept her mind from wandering to topics she was trying to avoid thinking about. Not that she was trying to avoid her husband, because she wasn't. It was just she didn't get it. Yes the laws were stupid and wrong, but was that really a reason to just stop living the life you had been living for years. It made her feel like a bad wife that she wasn't being more supportive to him, more understanding but it hurt when he said he wished he'd just stayed muggle. Ally couldn't help but take it personally, it was who she was.

"Shit!" she cursed as she cut her finger with the potato cutter, throwing it into the sink. "And this is why I don't like doing things the muggle way" she muttered under her breath as she set the peeler to peel the potatoes itself and rinsed off her wound.

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samuels
2008-08-21 03:20 am UTC (link)

Well, didn't he just have perfect timing.

Sam was about 99% sure that he hadn't been intended to hear his wife's words, but there he was, having just walked into the kitchen unnoticed and straight into a wall of guilt. His mouth, which had been open to greet Ally, moved into a thin line, and even the normally talkative Roger fell silent in his father's arms.

The frustrating thing was, Sam knew he shouldn't be guilty at all about this. He shouldn't feel guilty about getting out of a world that thought he was a second class citizen because his parents hadn't been a part of it before him. He shouldn't feel guilty about doing something to make himself happy--but he did. Every time he looked at Ally and saw all of the words that she was very barely holding back around him, he felt fucking terrible. He knew that his wife associated his blowing off the magical world with blowing off her, and even though that was the furthest thing from the truth---even though it frustrated him so bloody much that she thought that--it made him feel like he was in the wrong.

Bloody hell, this shouldn't be such a difficult thing.

Sam watched Ally's back as she nursed her cut, then cleared his throat and finally spoke up. "You have a wand, you know," he offered quietly.

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