'And spite's as good a reason to take his power'
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Almost twenty years ago, Logan Roy had an affair with Elizabeth Ronan's mother, one that ended in her divorce and a number of rather unsavoury news s...
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|| CHAPTER 15 – Exchanging Blows ||
(Season 2 Ep 6 – 'Argestes')
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(AN – I'm so sorry it's been so long, but I've finished Uni for Christmas now and I can't wait to get back into this story! I've changed a few things about the structure of the episode towards the end, just so it fits with my plot points for Elizabeth, but nothing changes canonically.)
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With every day that passed, leaving the house became increasingly difficult.
Elizabeth had been caught up in the Roy whirlwind that never seemed to lose momentum, and it had caused each day to come and go with startling swiftness. And every morning she went to work, she left her dad looking weaker than the day before.
She was afflicted by a persistent and immutable anxiety, that one day she would walk out the door having said goodbye to him, with no prospect of returning to offer a hello.
As she had lain in bed that morning, resisting getting up, she had convinced herself she was just taking advantage of her day off; enjoying the rare occurrence of not being badgered by an alarm screeching in her ear and telling her she had somewhere to be.
It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that every time she woke up, she did so with her heart already racing and an impending doom heavy on her body like a weighted blanket.
If she didn't get up, she wouldn't have to see the change in her dad. He was waning; each day leaving less and less of the man she knew visible to her.
She just wanted to hide.
Which was why she was already running late for her lunch date.
Elizabeth had lost track of how long she'd been standing by the kitchen island, mug of coffee rapidly cooling in her hand as she watched her dad's chest moving up and down from where he sat in the armchair.
Before Maria had left that morning, she'd situated him in front of the tv and tucked a blanket around him with such care, that Elizabeth could tell she hadn't wanted to leave him either.
Perhaps she wouldn't have felt so averse to going out for lunch, if it wasn't with Aidan.
The last time she had seen him, was the night in London when she had found out her dad was sick. She didn't know how she would be able to look at him and think of anything other than the devastation she'd felt in that moment.
It had only been a year, and yet she felt estranged from the person he had known.
Sometimes she felt like the most fundamental, solid parts of her had remained in London, and that she'd returned to New York with only hurt and rage that she couldn't contain.
