Daily Dialogue: Cauldron of Malice – Chapter Seven
Today’s a little late and a little short because something came up, but I still wanted to write something because I wanna stay committed to my goal and because I enjoy these characters too much to skip out on them.
Catherine
Anarchy through manslaughter… I do enjoy this new age of yours. Oh. “Manslaughter.” Catherine, you’re too much. Agatha? Agatha?
Agatha
Hmm, yes?
Catherine
You were drifting away.
Agatha
Apologies, the notion of what my commencement means arrived before me.
Catherine
Really now? What reality unveiled itself to you?
Agatha
One in which the patriarchal road to ruin is paved with good intention, and lacquered in blood.
Catherine
But those who walk upon it must be careful, yes? The slickness might do more harm than good for those overzealous wanderers.
Agatha
I suppose.
Catherine
A murderess mustn’t fall prey to suppositions. Every action must be definite, true, or else cracks of disclosure might reveal themselves.
Agatha
“Cracks of disclosure?”
Catherine
The deformities that lead police to their front door, lousy with shackles of the physical and emotional.
Agatha
Ah. Then a pox on supposition.
Catherine
A pox and a fine layer of manure.
Agatha
Indeed. Speaking of manure…
Catherine
Yes?
Agatha
We should go back to fertilizing the new you.
Catherine
Refining our loquaciousness, eh?
Agatha
I’d like to think of it as repaying a debt.
Catherine
What do we place under the magnifying glass now?
Agatha
I feel that we should take a particular event in your life and demolish it.
Catherine
Is that the rapping of spite I hear upon my door?
Agatha
Not at all.
Catherine
Oh?
Agatha
Mayhaps the slightest swipe.
Catherine
Honesty makes queens of us all, dear Agatha.
Agatha
Then be the queen of misrule and unfetter yourself upon me. No sense in suffering in silence, given the purpose you’ve given me.
Catherine
You would suffer me?
Agatha
I’ve done nothing but thus far. In the most pleasant sense, of course.
Catherine
You thrill me, dear Agatha.
