I've recently become obsessed with this pairing, and this is the first I've written about them. What can I say? Rumbelle has successfully scared away the writers' block. Reviews, although not necessary, would be lovely :)
Even deep down in the dungeon, she could hear his anger. She could hear it echoing in the walls as he smashed to pieces the cabinets she'd so tirelessly worked at cleaning. The tea cups she'd delicately cleaned periodically every day after bringing him his tea. She hears the clink and smash as she throws cup after cup against what she assumes was the stone pillar in the dining room that she'd dust by every week, and the clatter of the other china on the tray. She cries harder, because in every book she's read, each story has a memorable detail and she feels as if that chipped cup was theirs. And now there he goes, so mercilessly throwing it against the wall like all the other cups. Her heart wrenches, her chest heaving as she sobs harder, as though he's shattering her heart with the smashing of each tiny teacup.