04-29-2008, 02:39 PM
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minor powerplay D:[/html]
Giuseppe had always had quick reflexes. Maria rose and turned away, and his anger flared like fire in the wind. She'd hardly gone a step or two before he grabbed her by the upper arm and half-turned her to face him. "Lei ha qualunque idea che sono passato attraverso?" he hissed at her, turning her own words and flinging them back in her face. "Lei entramba la sinistra. Andato. Non ci non era niente; nessuna parola, nessuna lettera, niente. Che ero supposto per pensare?" His temper twisted and rose as his voice rages with quiet intensity. Shouting had never been his style; but his tone was still a fearsome thing. The serpent in his voice quieted now though, the rage run its course as it was replaced with another, stronger emotion. "Dio Maria buono, ho pensato l'avevo persa entrambi."
He cared. He always had cared, though perhaps he had never been the best at expressing it. The men of his household were not exactly schooled in the ways of empathy and sensitivity. Giuseppe's upbringing had been rough-and-tumble, where loyalty played a greater role than affection. The last few months had changed him somewhat, although probably not enough to satisfy Maria's needs. He could comprehend what she and Beppe went through but still be blind to the depths of her emotions.
Giuseppe let his hand drop, afraid he'd hurt her more in his blind anger. He felt ashamed for having grabbed her, she whom he'd sworn to let no harm come (and some job of that he'd been doing, lately). It was his turn to look away and sigh, afraid he'd gone to far. When his next question came, the venom was gone from his voice. Tenderness and concern might have replaced it, buried beneath a thousand layers of gruffness. "Come lei ha doluto la sua gamba?"