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Wedding day. He was an attendee, not the groom, much to his dismay. Dysmas stood dressed in his finest alongside the others who had gathered to celebrate Evangelina of Leventi’s marriage to some guy she didn’t even like. Dys knew it was an arranged marriage, he knew this was just how contracts worked out sometimes, but damn if he didn’t hate how this wedding was going down.
He had steeled his resolve and decided to show up as a guest in support of Evie. Dys was sure she could use all the support she could get right now. The guy she was supposed to be marrying today was a piece of work, ok? A real jerk. Her mother had tried tirelessly to convince her uncle the marriage was unsuitable for every reason she could think of. But the arrangement persisted nonetheless.
Now everyone was gathered, waiting. Just as Dysmas was beginning to think that the bride was kind of taking her sweet ol’ time getting herself ready, he happened to overhear one of the bridesmaids saying she’d locked herself in one of the rooms and was refusing to come out.
Well that just sounded like a complete disaster. He wondered what was going on in there and what the heck was going though Evie’s head…
It better not be the same thing that was going through his head.
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Wedding day. He was an attendee, not the groom, much to his dismay. Dysmas stood dressed in his finest alongside the others who had gathered to celebrate Evangelina of Leventi’s marriage to some guy she didn’t even like. Dys knew it was an arranged marriage, he knew this was just how contracts worked out sometimes, but damn if he didn’t hate how this wedding was going down.
He had steeled his resolve and decided to show up as a guest in support of Evie. Dys was sure she could use all the support she could get right now. The guy she was supposed to be marrying today was a piece of work, ok? A real jerk. Her mother had tried tirelessly to convince her uncle the marriage was unsuitable for every reason she could think of. But the arrangement persisted nonetheless.
Now everyone was gathered, waiting. Just as Dysmas was beginning to think that the bride was kind of taking her sweet ol’ time getting herself ready, he happened to overhear one of the bridesmaids saying she’d locked herself in one of the rooms and was refusing to come out.
Well that just sounded like a complete disaster. He wondered what was going on in there and what the heck was going though Evie’s head…
It better not be the same thing that was going through his head.
Wedding day. He was an attendee, not the groom, much to his dismay. Dysmas stood dressed in his finest alongside the others who had gathered to celebrate Evangelina of Leventi’s marriage to some guy she didn’t even like. Dys knew it was an arranged marriage, he knew this was just how contracts worked out sometimes, but damn if he didn’t hate how this wedding was going down.
He had steeled his resolve and decided to show up as a guest in support of Evie. Dys was sure she could use all the support she could get right now. The guy she was supposed to be marrying today was a piece of work, ok? A real jerk. Her mother had tried tirelessly to convince her uncle the marriage was unsuitable for every reason she could think of. But the arrangement persisted nonetheless.
Now everyone was gathered, waiting. Just as Dysmas was beginning to think that the bride was kind of taking her sweet ol’ time getting herself ready, he happened to overhear one of the bridesmaids saying she’d locked herself in one of the rooms and was refusing to come out.
Well that just sounded like a complete disaster. He wondered what was going on in there and what the heck was going though Evie’s head…
It better not be the same thing that was going through his head.
The day was here. That miserable, rotten, no good, smelly day was finally here. She’d been prepared to follow through with this. She’d been prepared to give everything up: the horses, her lifestyle, her family, her friends…, her happiness. She sat there with only Byrony in the room silently judging her. Maybe it was a bit much, but something had snapped. Something had pushed her just a little too far over that edge… That something had probably been her fiance.
There were people outside waiting for her. Friends. Family. Her fiance. People she didn’t know nor care about too. Yet she couldn’t manage to make her feet move. Looking down at the beautiful dress, it had been taken in and pinned in all the right places. In this dress, there was no denying that she was as comely as her cousins. Her family had made sure that was impossibly groomed for the moment. Her soft, curves on display. Her darker chestnut hair had been lightened a little with vinegar giving her a slightly more reddish tint. She’d always had beautiful eyes. Large, expressive, spirited eyes. Eyes that were framed with thick, long lashes. Today, they seemed dull and lifeless.
Out of the corner of her eye, her gaze caught on the looking glass. She had already lost so much of herself. The mirror didn’t lie. Without thinking, the hairbrush in her hand was hurled it at the mirror causing it to shatter loudly in the room. Byrony frowned and jumped up, “Evangelina!”
“I am not doing this.” Byrony’s words were cut off, and Evie continued. “I just need some time to think.” Byrony put her hands on her hips and was about to argue. “Just go stand at the door. I don’t want to see anyone.” Byrony opened her mouth to say something, but maybe it was the look on Evangelina’s face that made her close her mouth and stepped outside the door effectively cutting off anyone entering or… exiting her room.
Now alone, Evie paced like a caged wild animal. Why wasn’t her brain working? How could she escape this mess? She couldn’t lose any more of herself, not for this… Her eyes settled on some of the gifts laying on the table in the room. So many were nonsensical gifts. Who needed three different patterns of painted plates? And really, why could you not use a bread knife to cut butter? And wine goblets… where did she start with all of this?! She hated it all.
Reaching down, she picked up one of the ostentatious wine glasses rimmed with gold and looked at it. It was the gaudiest thing she’d ever seen. She wasn’t sure what possessed her but suddenly she was hurling it too, this time taking aim at the door.
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The day was here. That miserable, rotten, no good, smelly day was finally here. She’d been prepared to follow through with this. She’d been prepared to give everything up: the horses, her lifestyle, her family, her friends…, her happiness. She sat there with only Byrony in the room silently judging her. Maybe it was a bit much, but something had snapped. Something had pushed her just a little too far over that edge… That something had probably been her fiance.
There were people outside waiting for her. Friends. Family. Her fiance. People she didn’t know nor care about too. Yet she couldn’t manage to make her feet move. Looking down at the beautiful dress, it had been taken in and pinned in all the right places. In this dress, there was no denying that she was as comely as her cousins. Her family had made sure that was impossibly groomed for the moment. Her soft, curves on display. Her darker chestnut hair had been lightened a little with vinegar giving her a slightly more reddish tint. She’d always had beautiful eyes. Large, expressive, spirited eyes. Eyes that were framed with thick, long lashes. Today, they seemed dull and lifeless.
Out of the corner of her eye, her gaze caught on the looking glass. She had already lost so much of herself. The mirror didn’t lie. Without thinking, the hairbrush in her hand was hurled it at the mirror causing it to shatter loudly in the room. Byrony frowned and jumped up, “Evangelina!”
“I am not doing this.” Byrony’s words were cut off, and Evie continued. “I just need some time to think.” Byrony put her hands on her hips and was about to argue. “Just go stand at the door. I don’t want to see anyone.” Byrony opened her mouth to say something, but maybe it was the look on Evangelina’s face that made her close her mouth and stepped outside the door effectively cutting off anyone entering or… exiting her room.
Now alone, Evie paced like a caged wild animal. Why wasn’t her brain working? How could she escape this mess? She couldn’t lose any more of herself, not for this… Her eyes settled on some of the gifts laying on the table in the room. So many were nonsensical gifts. Who needed three different patterns of painted plates? And really, why could you not use a bread knife to cut butter? And wine goblets… where did she start with all of this?! She hated it all.
Reaching down, she picked up one of the ostentatious wine glasses rimmed with gold and looked at it. It was the gaudiest thing she’d ever seen. She wasn’t sure what possessed her but suddenly she was hurling it too, this time taking aim at the door.
The day was here. That miserable, rotten, no good, smelly day was finally here. She’d been prepared to follow through with this. She’d been prepared to give everything up: the horses, her lifestyle, her family, her friends…, her happiness. She sat there with only Byrony in the room silently judging her. Maybe it was a bit much, but something had snapped. Something had pushed her just a little too far over that edge… That something had probably been her fiance.
There were people outside waiting for her. Friends. Family. Her fiance. People she didn’t know nor care about too. Yet she couldn’t manage to make her feet move. Looking down at the beautiful dress, it had been taken in and pinned in all the right places. In this dress, there was no denying that she was as comely as her cousins. Her family had made sure that was impossibly groomed for the moment. Her soft, curves on display. Her darker chestnut hair had been lightened a little with vinegar giving her a slightly more reddish tint. She’d always had beautiful eyes. Large, expressive, spirited eyes. Eyes that were framed with thick, long lashes. Today, they seemed dull and lifeless.
Out of the corner of her eye, her gaze caught on the looking glass. She had already lost so much of herself. The mirror didn’t lie. Without thinking, the hairbrush in her hand was hurled it at the mirror causing it to shatter loudly in the room. Byrony frowned and jumped up, “Evangelina!”
“I am not doing this.” Byrony’s words were cut off, and Evie continued. “I just need some time to think.” Byrony put her hands on her hips and was about to argue. “Just go stand at the door. I don’t want to see anyone.” Byrony opened her mouth to say something, but maybe it was the look on Evangelina’s face that made her close her mouth and stepped outside the door effectively cutting off anyone entering or… exiting her room.
Now alone, Evie paced like a caged wild animal. Why wasn’t her brain working? How could she escape this mess? She couldn’t lose any more of herself, not for this… Her eyes settled on some of the gifts laying on the table in the room. So many were nonsensical gifts. Who needed three different patterns of painted plates? And really, why could you not use a bread knife to cut butter? And wine goblets… where did she start with all of this?! She hated it all.
Reaching down, she picked up one of the ostentatious wine glasses rimmed with gold and looked at it. It was the gaudiest thing she’d ever seen. She wasn’t sure what possessed her but suddenly she was hurling it too, this time taking aim at the door.
Dysmas continued to wait, the rumors of what was taking so long and the bride’s cold feet spreading between those who had gathered for the occasion. Dysmas was hiding among the gathered. He didn't want to stand out, knowing the types of whispers that already roamed the court's nobility regarding his relationship with the bride. There may have been feelings -- at least on his end there were -- but nothing had ever happened between the two nobles. Honor was important to Dysmas, and he would never have it said that he had been responsible for soiling Evie's while she was promised to another man.
The groom passed an irritated glare in Dysmas’s direction. Yeah, yeah, punk. Dysmas thought to himself with an eyeroll. The groom was no stranger to how his bride felt toward Dysmas. For Dysmas to be present must have seemed a great insult to the groom.
Yet here they were, both exchanging a look as though they had the power of telepathy. That look said everything. Dysmas needed to go check on Evie.
He let out a sigh where he was leaning against a back wall trying to fade into the background. He didn’t know why he bothered showing up to this thing if Evie was just gonna blow it off. Dys knew the girl well enough to know that if she wasn’t out there in front of that crowd exchanging her vows by now that it wasn’t happening. The fact that anyone still thought she was actually going to go through with this wedding was beyond Dys.
The guy waiting at the altar probably knew sending Dysmas in would either result in one of two things: scandal or commitment. Either way, Evie was gonna lose.
Dysmas was going to make sure he could help her keep at least some dignity after whatever came next. Following the directions of some of the servants and slaves in the halls, he eventually found the room Evie was supposedly preparing in. Instead of knocking, he simply went with, “Hey. It’s me. Open up?”
The request wasn’t a loud one, and when Byrony swung the door open, Dysmas wasn’t expecting to see a goblet aimed for his face. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, dodging the goblet and watching it fly out the door.
“Didn’t know you hate those so much, remind me never to get you a goblet as a gif-- what the hell happened to the mirror?!”
Byrony ushered him into the room quickly, not wanting anyone else to take the opportunity to enter while her mistress was in distress. Dysmas was… an exception. Most days. When he was good.
“I take it I came all this way and dressed up for nothing?” he asked with a chuckle and a lopsided grin as he looked her over, admiring the fanciful hair and dress. He’d always thought her beautiful, but in that get-up he was sure he wasn’t the only one that would see it.
Today she was the most beautiful Leventi girl -- but that was every day for him.
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Dysmas continued to wait, the rumors of what was taking so long and the bride’s cold feet spreading between those who had gathered for the occasion. Dysmas was hiding among the gathered. He didn't want to stand out, knowing the types of whispers that already roamed the court's nobility regarding his relationship with the bride. There may have been feelings -- at least on his end there were -- but nothing had ever happened between the two nobles. Honor was important to Dysmas, and he would never have it said that he had been responsible for soiling Evie's while she was promised to another man.
The groom passed an irritated glare in Dysmas’s direction. Yeah, yeah, punk. Dysmas thought to himself with an eyeroll. The groom was no stranger to how his bride felt toward Dysmas. For Dysmas to be present must have seemed a great insult to the groom.
Yet here they were, both exchanging a look as though they had the power of telepathy. That look said everything. Dysmas needed to go check on Evie.
He let out a sigh where he was leaning against a back wall trying to fade into the background. He didn’t know why he bothered showing up to this thing if Evie was just gonna blow it off. Dys knew the girl well enough to know that if she wasn’t out there in front of that crowd exchanging her vows by now that it wasn’t happening. The fact that anyone still thought she was actually going to go through with this wedding was beyond Dys.
The guy waiting at the altar probably knew sending Dysmas in would either result in one of two things: scandal or commitment. Either way, Evie was gonna lose.
Dysmas was going to make sure he could help her keep at least some dignity after whatever came next. Following the directions of some of the servants and slaves in the halls, he eventually found the room Evie was supposedly preparing in. Instead of knocking, he simply went with, “Hey. It’s me. Open up?”
The request wasn’t a loud one, and when Byrony swung the door open, Dysmas wasn’t expecting to see a goblet aimed for his face. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, dodging the goblet and watching it fly out the door.
“Didn’t know you hate those so much, remind me never to get you a goblet as a gif-- what the hell happened to the mirror?!”
Byrony ushered him into the room quickly, not wanting anyone else to take the opportunity to enter while her mistress was in distress. Dysmas was… an exception. Most days. When he was good.
“I take it I came all this way and dressed up for nothing?” he asked with a chuckle and a lopsided grin as he looked her over, admiring the fanciful hair and dress. He’d always thought her beautiful, but in that get-up he was sure he wasn’t the only one that would see it.
Today she was the most beautiful Leventi girl -- but that was every day for him.
Dysmas continued to wait, the rumors of what was taking so long and the bride’s cold feet spreading between those who had gathered for the occasion. Dysmas was hiding among the gathered. He didn't want to stand out, knowing the types of whispers that already roamed the court's nobility regarding his relationship with the bride. There may have been feelings -- at least on his end there were -- but nothing had ever happened between the two nobles. Honor was important to Dysmas, and he would never have it said that he had been responsible for soiling Evie's while she was promised to another man.
The groom passed an irritated glare in Dysmas’s direction. Yeah, yeah, punk. Dysmas thought to himself with an eyeroll. The groom was no stranger to how his bride felt toward Dysmas. For Dysmas to be present must have seemed a great insult to the groom.
Yet here they were, both exchanging a look as though they had the power of telepathy. That look said everything. Dysmas needed to go check on Evie.
He let out a sigh where he was leaning against a back wall trying to fade into the background. He didn’t know why he bothered showing up to this thing if Evie was just gonna blow it off. Dys knew the girl well enough to know that if she wasn’t out there in front of that crowd exchanging her vows by now that it wasn’t happening. The fact that anyone still thought she was actually going to go through with this wedding was beyond Dys.
The guy waiting at the altar probably knew sending Dysmas in would either result in one of two things: scandal or commitment. Either way, Evie was gonna lose.
Dysmas was going to make sure he could help her keep at least some dignity after whatever came next. Following the directions of some of the servants and slaves in the halls, he eventually found the room Evie was supposedly preparing in. Instead of knocking, he simply went with, “Hey. It’s me. Open up?”
The request wasn’t a loud one, and when Byrony swung the door open, Dysmas wasn’t expecting to see a goblet aimed for his face. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, dodging the goblet and watching it fly out the door.
“Didn’t know you hate those so much, remind me never to get you a goblet as a gif-- what the hell happened to the mirror?!”
Byrony ushered him into the room quickly, not wanting anyone else to take the opportunity to enter while her mistress was in distress. Dysmas was… an exception. Most days. When he was good.
“I take it I came all this way and dressed up for nothing?” he asked with a chuckle and a lopsided grin as he looked her over, admiring the fanciful hair and dress. He’d always thought her beautiful, but in that get-up he was sure he wasn’t the only one that would see it.
Today she was the most beautiful Leventi girl -- but that was every day for him.
She wasn’t prepared for the door to open. Maybe she’d not have thrown the goblet if she’d known it was going too? Then again, maybe she would have. Maybe she’d have thrown it a little harder if she’d known who was going to open the door?
Dysmas managed to dodge the first goblet, but her hand had another goblet in it and she was already taking aim at him. Yes, she was angry with a lot of people. She was angry with her family. She was angry with her fiance. She was angry with Byrony. She was angry with herself. And yes. She was angry with Dysmas.
‘Didn’t know you hate those so much, remind me never to get you a goblet as a gif-- what the hell happened to the mirror?!’
She’d paused for a moment, he’d sent the goblets? He really shouldn’t be allowed to pick out gifts. Evangelina had been about to put the second goblet down when he mentioned the mirror and suddenly the one in her hand was hurled at him, missing him by mere inches. Byrony’s eyes wide, she shoved Dysmas in and shut the door. Making a point to stay on the outside of the room as she did so.
How did he get off thinking he was allowed to smile at her like that? Did he know how long she’d waited for him to look at her like that? ‘I take it I came all this way and dressed up for nothing?’ Evangelina’s face drained of all color at the reminder of why he was all dressed up. She opened her mouth, prepared to say something but nothing came out.
Why did she feel like she’d missed her curtain call for whatever play they were playing out?
“I… I…”, Her bottom lip quivered and before she could turn away she exploded in tears. Dropping her face, her hands immediately went to cover her face. She’d gathered all of these people here. Her family’s reputation was on the line. Her reputation was on the line. And she couldn’t follow through. She sobbed into her hands, feeling her nose starting to run but that suddenly seemed like something too trivial to think about.
“Can’t do… this.” Or at least that’s what it sounded like she said between sobs and sniffles. She’d not eaten anything at all today, and that was probably a good thing. Had anything been setting in her stomach, it would have chosen that exact moment to come up. Her stomach never the less churned and she felt cold. Why couldn’t she ever follow through with things? Why did she have to go around being the disappointment of the family?
The fabric of the gown was burning her skin. When had she decided so fully that she couldn’t do this? “I can’t do this, Dys. I can’t… I ca---can’t. I tho….thought… I could, but I… I ca---can’t.”
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She wasn’t prepared for the door to open. Maybe she’d not have thrown the goblet if she’d known it was going too? Then again, maybe she would have. Maybe she’d have thrown it a little harder if she’d known who was going to open the door?
Dysmas managed to dodge the first goblet, but her hand had another goblet in it and she was already taking aim at him. Yes, she was angry with a lot of people. She was angry with her family. She was angry with her fiance. She was angry with Byrony. She was angry with herself. And yes. She was angry with Dysmas.
‘Didn’t know you hate those so much, remind me never to get you a goblet as a gif-- what the hell happened to the mirror?!’
She’d paused for a moment, he’d sent the goblets? He really shouldn’t be allowed to pick out gifts. Evangelina had been about to put the second goblet down when he mentioned the mirror and suddenly the one in her hand was hurled at him, missing him by mere inches. Byrony’s eyes wide, she shoved Dysmas in and shut the door. Making a point to stay on the outside of the room as she did so.
How did he get off thinking he was allowed to smile at her like that? Did he know how long she’d waited for him to look at her like that? ‘I take it I came all this way and dressed up for nothing?’ Evangelina’s face drained of all color at the reminder of why he was all dressed up. She opened her mouth, prepared to say something but nothing came out.
Why did she feel like she’d missed her curtain call for whatever play they were playing out?
“I… I…”, Her bottom lip quivered and before she could turn away she exploded in tears. Dropping her face, her hands immediately went to cover her face. She’d gathered all of these people here. Her family’s reputation was on the line. Her reputation was on the line. And she couldn’t follow through. She sobbed into her hands, feeling her nose starting to run but that suddenly seemed like something too trivial to think about.
“Can’t do… this.” Or at least that’s what it sounded like she said between sobs and sniffles. She’d not eaten anything at all today, and that was probably a good thing. Had anything been setting in her stomach, it would have chosen that exact moment to come up. Her stomach never the less churned and she felt cold. Why couldn’t she ever follow through with things? Why did she have to go around being the disappointment of the family?
The fabric of the gown was burning her skin. When had she decided so fully that she couldn’t do this? “I can’t do this, Dys. I can’t… I ca---can’t. I tho….thought… I could, but I… I ca---can’t.”
She wasn’t prepared for the door to open. Maybe she’d not have thrown the goblet if she’d known it was going too? Then again, maybe she would have. Maybe she’d have thrown it a little harder if she’d known who was going to open the door?
Dysmas managed to dodge the first goblet, but her hand had another goblet in it and she was already taking aim at him. Yes, she was angry with a lot of people. She was angry with her family. She was angry with her fiance. She was angry with Byrony. She was angry with herself. And yes. She was angry with Dysmas.
‘Didn’t know you hate those so much, remind me never to get you a goblet as a gif-- what the hell happened to the mirror?!’
She’d paused for a moment, he’d sent the goblets? He really shouldn’t be allowed to pick out gifts. Evangelina had been about to put the second goblet down when he mentioned the mirror and suddenly the one in her hand was hurled at him, missing him by mere inches. Byrony’s eyes wide, she shoved Dysmas in and shut the door. Making a point to stay on the outside of the room as she did so.
How did he get off thinking he was allowed to smile at her like that? Did he know how long she’d waited for him to look at her like that? ‘I take it I came all this way and dressed up for nothing?’ Evangelina’s face drained of all color at the reminder of why he was all dressed up. She opened her mouth, prepared to say something but nothing came out.
Why did she feel like she’d missed her curtain call for whatever play they were playing out?
“I… I…”, Her bottom lip quivered and before she could turn away she exploded in tears. Dropping her face, her hands immediately went to cover her face. She’d gathered all of these people here. Her family’s reputation was on the line. Her reputation was on the line. And she couldn’t follow through. She sobbed into her hands, feeling her nose starting to run but that suddenly seemed like something too trivial to think about.
“Can’t do… this.” Or at least that’s what it sounded like she said between sobs and sniffles. She’d not eaten anything at all today, and that was probably a good thing. Had anything been setting in her stomach, it would have chosen that exact moment to come up. Her stomach never the less churned and she felt cold. Why couldn’t she ever follow through with things? Why did she have to go around being the disappointment of the family?
The fabric of the gown was burning her skin. When had she decided so fully that she couldn’t do this? “I can’t do this, Dys. I can’t… I ca---can’t. I tho….thought… I could, but I… I ca---can’t.”
She looked like she was ready to beam him in the face with that second goblet. But she had paused, held back by some invisible force. For a moment, she even looked like she was going to set the goblet down. Then he had to go and open his stupid mouth and something about that pushed her over the edge -- sending the second goblet soaring in his direction.
It managed to miss him by several inches, bouncing off of the wall with a clank. Byrony pushed him into the room and shut the door -- she was probably guarding the other side... you know, with her ear pressed to the door for good measure.
Dysmas sighed, watching Evie turn away from him and begin sobbing into her hands. All she managed to get out over and over again was that she was unable to go through with the wedding. He scratched his head, spotting a clean cloth laying on the table -- it was fancy so probably had a purpose for being there, but he needed it more than the table at the moment.
He kneeled down beside the Leventi, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Okay. So do what you can, and live with what you can’t.” He advised her, gently moving her hands away from her tearful face and offering her the cloth.
“You know, I was gonna tell you how pretty you look, but you kind of ruined your makeup?” he teased her lightly, still chuckling even as he followed it with, “...please don’t hit me I bruise easy.”
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She looked like she was ready to beam him in the face with that second goblet. But she had paused, held back by some invisible force. For a moment, she even looked like she was going to set the goblet down. Then he had to go and open his stupid mouth and something about that pushed her over the edge -- sending the second goblet soaring in his direction.
It managed to miss him by several inches, bouncing off of the wall with a clank. Byrony pushed him into the room and shut the door -- she was probably guarding the other side... you know, with her ear pressed to the door for good measure.
Dysmas sighed, watching Evie turn away from him and begin sobbing into her hands. All she managed to get out over and over again was that she was unable to go through with the wedding. He scratched his head, spotting a clean cloth laying on the table -- it was fancy so probably had a purpose for being there, but he needed it more than the table at the moment.
He kneeled down beside the Leventi, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Okay. So do what you can, and live with what you can’t.” He advised her, gently moving her hands away from her tearful face and offering her the cloth.
“You know, I was gonna tell you how pretty you look, but you kind of ruined your makeup?” he teased her lightly, still chuckling even as he followed it with, “...please don’t hit me I bruise easy.”
She looked like she was ready to beam him in the face with that second goblet. But she had paused, held back by some invisible force. For a moment, she even looked like she was going to set the goblet down. Then he had to go and open his stupid mouth and something about that pushed her over the edge -- sending the second goblet soaring in his direction.
It managed to miss him by several inches, bouncing off of the wall with a clank. Byrony pushed him into the room and shut the door -- she was probably guarding the other side... you know, with her ear pressed to the door for good measure.
Dysmas sighed, watching Evie turn away from him and begin sobbing into her hands. All she managed to get out over and over again was that she was unable to go through with the wedding. He scratched his head, spotting a clean cloth laying on the table -- it was fancy so probably had a purpose for being there, but he needed it more than the table at the moment.
He kneeled down beside the Leventi, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Okay. So do what you can, and live with what you can’t.” He advised her, gently moving her hands away from her tearful face and offering her the cloth.
“You know, I was gonna tell you how pretty you look, but you kind of ruined your makeup?” he teased her lightly, still chuckling even as he followed it with, “...please don’t hit me I bruise easy.”
Who was she suppose to turn to when the one person who’d probably be able to stop her from crying was definitely maybe the reason she was crying? It was a terrible situation. Her hand covered her mouth, and the more she tried to hold it in the more it seemed to come flooding out. She hated it.
She never cried. Ever. She hadn’t cried when she’d broken her collarbone trying to learn to jump her pony. She hadn’t cried when the person she was closest too in the world abandoned her. She hadn’t cried when she’d realized she’d been nothing more than a butt of a man’s joke. She hadn’t cried when she’d realized felt more for a friend than she should have. And she hadn’t cried when it had been decided that she would marry someone who would break her in every way possible. She never cried.
The tall body in front of her knelt down, lowered he was almost level with her shoulders. He could be able to see every tear streak running down her face if she didn’t do something. His hand rested on her shoulder, ‘Okay. So do what you can, and live with what you can’t.’ He gently pried her hands away, and she sniffled back her running nose. He made it sound so simple. As if this would not alter anything at all in her life. Her tear stained face and watery dark eyes, subsided into quieter sniffles as she stared down at him.
Taking the offered cloth, she dabbed her face and wiped her nose. Gods! She had to have looked a royal mess. As if he knew what she was thinking Dysmas commented, ‘You know, I was gonna tell you how pretty you look, but you kind of ruined your makeup?’ Her eyes widened staring at him and her bottom lip quivered. Was she about to burst into round two of her tears? She was hovering so close to that possibility.
In an instant she lurched forward, only briefly hearing, ‘nono, please don’t hit me I bruise easy!’ Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself close for a hug. “Shut up.” She murmured. Pressing her face against the side of his, she buried her nose in his shoulder. She was quiet for a long moment, enjoying the warmth of him. After that moment though, she opened her eyes but didn’t pull away, “I can’t marry him, Dys. I don’t know what I can do.” Her voice sounded graveling, raw, even if he’d not seen her crying… he would have known it by the sound of her voice and the slight tremble that still existed. “All of these people here… all of these gifts…Your gifts.” She pulled her head back, her eyes wide with recognition, her mouth hung open for a moment. “Oh, Gods! Your gift?! I…” It seemed to dawn on her that she’d been hurling his goblets at him then. “Oh, Dys! I am so sorry. I didn’t know they were yours, I swear.”
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Who was she suppose to turn to when the one person who’d probably be able to stop her from crying was definitely maybe the reason she was crying? It was a terrible situation. Her hand covered her mouth, and the more she tried to hold it in the more it seemed to come flooding out. She hated it.
She never cried. Ever. She hadn’t cried when she’d broken her collarbone trying to learn to jump her pony. She hadn’t cried when the person she was closest too in the world abandoned her. She hadn’t cried when she’d realized she’d been nothing more than a butt of a man’s joke. She hadn’t cried when she’d realized felt more for a friend than she should have. And she hadn’t cried when it had been decided that she would marry someone who would break her in every way possible. She never cried.
The tall body in front of her knelt down, lowered he was almost level with her shoulders. He could be able to see every tear streak running down her face if she didn’t do something. His hand rested on her shoulder, ‘Okay. So do what you can, and live with what you can’t.’ He gently pried her hands away, and she sniffled back her running nose. He made it sound so simple. As if this would not alter anything at all in her life. Her tear stained face and watery dark eyes, subsided into quieter sniffles as she stared down at him.
Taking the offered cloth, she dabbed her face and wiped her nose. Gods! She had to have looked a royal mess. As if he knew what she was thinking Dysmas commented, ‘You know, I was gonna tell you how pretty you look, but you kind of ruined your makeup?’ Her eyes widened staring at him and her bottom lip quivered. Was she about to burst into round two of her tears? She was hovering so close to that possibility.
In an instant she lurched forward, only briefly hearing, ‘nono, please don’t hit me I bruise easy!’ Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself close for a hug. “Shut up.” She murmured. Pressing her face against the side of his, she buried her nose in his shoulder. She was quiet for a long moment, enjoying the warmth of him. After that moment though, she opened her eyes but didn’t pull away, “I can’t marry him, Dys. I don’t know what I can do.” Her voice sounded graveling, raw, even if he’d not seen her crying… he would have known it by the sound of her voice and the slight tremble that still existed. “All of these people here… all of these gifts…Your gifts.” She pulled her head back, her eyes wide with recognition, her mouth hung open for a moment. “Oh, Gods! Your gift?! I…” It seemed to dawn on her that she’d been hurling his goblets at him then. “Oh, Dys! I am so sorry. I didn’t know they were yours, I swear.”
Who was she suppose to turn to when the one person who’d probably be able to stop her from crying was definitely maybe the reason she was crying? It was a terrible situation. Her hand covered her mouth, and the more she tried to hold it in the more it seemed to come flooding out. She hated it.
She never cried. Ever. She hadn’t cried when she’d broken her collarbone trying to learn to jump her pony. She hadn’t cried when the person she was closest too in the world abandoned her. She hadn’t cried when she’d realized she’d been nothing more than a butt of a man’s joke. She hadn’t cried when she’d realized felt more for a friend than she should have. And she hadn’t cried when it had been decided that she would marry someone who would break her in every way possible. She never cried.
The tall body in front of her knelt down, lowered he was almost level with her shoulders. He could be able to see every tear streak running down her face if she didn’t do something. His hand rested on her shoulder, ‘Okay. So do what you can, and live with what you can’t.’ He gently pried her hands away, and she sniffled back her running nose. He made it sound so simple. As if this would not alter anything at all in her life. Her tear stained face and watery dark eyes, subsided into quieter sniffles as she stared down at him.
Taking the offered cloth, she dabbed her face and wiped her nose. Gods! She had to have looked a royal mess. As if he knew what she was thinking Dysmas commented, ‘You know, I was gonna tell you how pretty you look, but you kind of ruined your makeup?’ Her eyes widened staring at him and her bottom lip quivered. Was she about to burst into round two of her tears? She was hovering so close to that possibility.
In an instant she lurched forward, only briefly hearing, ‘nono, please don’t hit me I bruise easy!’ Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself close for a hug. “Shut up.” She murmured. Pressing her face against the side of his, she buried her nose in his shoulder. She was quiet for a long moment, enjoying the warmth of him. After that moment though, she opened her eyes but didn’t pull away, “I can’t marry him, Dys. I don’t know what I can do.” Her voice sounded graveling, raw, even if he’d not seen her crying… he would have known it by the sound of her voice and the slight tremble that still existed. “All of these people here… all of these gifts…Your gifts.” She pulled her head back, her eyes wide with recognition, her mouth hung open for a moment. “Oh, Gods! Your gift?! I…” It seemed to dawn on her that she’d been hurling his goblets at him then. “Oh, Dys! I am so sorry. I didn’t know they were yours, I swear.”
The crying had stopped. She accepted the cloth. Good. Maybe now she could sort out what to do next. Her eyes widened though, and she stared at him with her lower lip quivering. Aw no... she wasn’t gonna start crying again, was she?
He might have flinched when she suddenly flung her arms around him, but after the initial apprehension, the tension eased and he found himself wrapping his arms around her in comfort. There was a long silence between them, each just listening to the other breathe and holding them in their arms. He just listened to her, waiting to hear anything that would invite him to speak.
Suddenly she pulled back from him, apparently apologetic she’d thrown the goblets at him. “Oh those… yeah well.. They’re just glorified cups anyway.” Never mind the fact she wasn’t going to be getting married so, like... did it even matter whether she liked the goblets or not?
Dys didn’t know what difference it made if the goblets were his or not, either. Did the fact he was the one that had given them to her make her any more fond of them? That seemed… counter-intuitive.
“Forget the gifts, let’s think about your can-do options. You can… stay here and cry some more. You can skip town and become a bean farmer. Or…” well, he supposed it was an option, though maybe not an especially good one, “you can marry me? ...Though, I think the bean farmer option sounds pretty good.”
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The crying had stopped. She accepted the cloth. Good. Maybe now she could sort out what to do next. Her eyes widened though, and she stared at him with her lower lip quivering. Aw no... she wasn’t gonna start crying again, was she?
He might have flinched when she suddenly flung her arms around him, but after the initial apprehension, the tension eased and he found himself wrapping his arms around her in comfort. There was a long silence between them, each just listening to the other breathe and holding them in their arms. He just listened to her, waiting to hear anything that would invite him to speak.
Suddenly she pulled back from him, apparently apologetic she’d thrown the goblets at him. “Oh those… yeah well.. They’re just glorified cups anyway.” Never mind the fact she wasn’t going to be getting married so, like... did it even matter whether she liked the goblets or not?
Dys didn’t know what difference it made if the goblets were his or not, either. Did the fact he was the one that had given them to her make her any more fond of them? That seemed… counter-intuitive.
“Forget the gifts, let’s think about your can-do options. You can… stay here and cry some more. You can skip town and become a bean farmer. Or…” well, he supposed it was an option, though maybe not an especially good one, “you can marry me? ...Though, I think the bean farmer option sounds pretty good.”
The crying had stopped. She accepted the cloth. Good. Maybe now she could sort out what to do next. Her eyes widened though, and she stared at him with her lower lip quivering. Aw no... she wasn’t gonna start crying again, was she?
He might have flinched when she suddenly flung her arms around him, but after the initial apprehension, the tension eased and he found himself wrapping his arms around her in comfort. There was a long silence between them, each just listening to the other breathe and holding them in their arms. He just listened to her, waiting to hear anything that would invite him to speak.
Suddenly she pulled back from him, apparently apologetic she’d thrown the goblets at him. “Oh those… yeah well.. They’re just glorified cups anyway.” Never mind the fact she wasn’t going to be getting married so, like... did it even matter whether she liked the goblets or not?
Dys didn’t know what difference it made if the goblets were his or not, either. Did the fact he was the one that had given them to her make her any more fond of them? That seemed… counter-intuitive.
“Forget the gifts, let’s think about your can-do options. You can… stay here and cry some more. You can skip town and become a bean farmer. Or…” well, he supposed it was an option, though maybe not an especially good one, “you can marry me? ...Though, I think the bean farmer option sounds pretty good.”
or that moment, it was easy to forget everything and simply exist in a place where she could be happy. Easily happy. Even if it was just for a moment and wasn't something that would last longer. For that moment, there wasn't a wedding or fiance or people waiting for her. There weren't gifts or a wedding dress or flowers. It was just her in that moment a moment she would have been happy to be lost in at least for a little longer.
'Oh those… yeah well.. They’re just glorified cups anyway.'
Staring at him, she opened her mouth to disagree. Surely, he'd not just picked up something he assumed she needed and decided to gift that to her. They were friends, had been for far longer than they either of them should have admitted. That meant they deserved more from one another. That meant, he should have held her accountable for breaking things... things he should have spent time picking out. Those were not just glorified cups. They were something he had thought suited her. That caused her to pause, could they continue to be friends if he thought they suited her?
'Forget the gifts, let’s think about your can-do options. You can… stay here and cry some more. You can skip town and become a bean farmer. Or…' She smiled at that, it was a nice little joke. A bean farmer. She hated beans. Nothing could have prepared her for what he had said next though. 'you can marry me? ...Though, I think the bean farmer option sounds pretty good.'
She blinked her big brown eyes at him. Had she heard him right? Had he just proposed and then admitted he thought the better idea was to become a bean farmer. Did he think it was better to be a bean farmer then marry her? A furrow appeared in her brow and she stared down at him. Her hand reached behind his neck, her fingers digging into his hair as she tugged roughly on his head to make him look more up at her.
"That was the worst proposal ever. You stink at it." She frowned at him. She couldn't say yes to that sort of proposal. She'd known him long enough to know he would do anything to keep honor intact. Even marry her. Her fingers loosened and her frown disappeared. "No. I don't want to be a bean farmer and no, I won't marry you." She murmured. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his forehead in a soft kiss. "But it was very sweet of you to offer."
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or that moment, it was easy to forget everything and simply exist in a place where she could be happy. Easily happy. Even if it was just for a moment and wasn't something that would last longer. For that moment, there wasn't a wedding or fiance or people waiting for her. There weren't gifts or a wedding dress or flowers. It was just her in that moment a moment she would have been happy to be lost in at least for a little longer.
'Oh those… yeah well.. They’re just glorified cups anyway.'
Staring at him, she opened her mouth to disagree. Surely, he'd not just picked up something he assumed she needed and decided to gift that to her. They were friends, had been for far longer than they either of them should have admitted. That meant they deserved more from one another. That meant, he should have held her accountable for breaking things... things he should have spent time picking out. Those were not just glorified cups. They were something he had thought suited her. That caused her to pause, could they continue to be friends if he thought they suited her?
'Forget the gifts, let’s think about your can-do options. You can… stay here and cry some more. You can skip town and become a bean farmer. Or…' She smiled at that, it was a nice little joke. A bean farmer. She hated beans. Nothing could have prepared her for what he had said next though. 'you can marry me? ...Though, I think the bean farmer option sounds pretty good.'
She blinked her big brown eyes at him. Had she heard him right? Had he just proposed and then admitted he thought the better idea was to become a bean farmer. Did he think it was better to be a bean farmer then marry her? A furrow appeared in her brow and she stared down at him. Her hand reached behind his neck, her fingers digging into his hair as she tugged roughly on his head to make him look more up at her.
"That was the worst proposal ever. You stink at it." She frowned at him. She couldn't say yes to that sort of proposal. She'd known him long enough to know he would do anything to keep honor intact. Even marry her. Her fingers loosened and her frown disappeared. "No. I don't want to be a bean farmer and no, I won't marry you." She murmured. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his forehead in a soft kiss. "But it was very sweet of you to offer."
or that moment, it was easy to forget everything and simply exist in a place where she could be happy. Easily happy. Even if it was just for a moment and wasn't something that would last longer. For that moment, there wasn't a wedding or fiance or people waiting for her. There weren't gifts or a wedding dress or flowers. It was just her in that moment a moment she would have been happy to be lost in at least for a little longer.
'Oh those… yeah well.. They’re just glorified cups anyway.'
Staring at him, she opened her mouth to disagree. Surely, he'd not just picked up something he assumed she needed and decided to gift that to her. They were friends, had been for far longer than they either of them should have admitted. That meant they deserved more from one another. That meant, he should have held her accountable for breaking things... things he should have spent time picking out. Those were not just glorified cups. They were something he had thought suited her. That caused her to pause, could they continue to be friends if he thought they suited her?
'Forget the gifts, let’s think about your can-do options. You can… stay here and cry some more. You can skip town and become a bean farmer. Or…' She smiled at that, it was a nice little joke. A bean farmer. She hated beans. Nothing could have prepared her for what he had said next though. 'you can marry me? ...Though, I think the bean farmer option sounds pretty good.'
She blinked her big brown eyes at him. Had she heard him right? Had he just proposed and then admitted he thought the better idea was to become a bean farmer. Did he think it was better to be a bean farmer then marry her? A furrow appeared in her brow and she stared down at him. Her hand reached behind his neck, her fingers digging into his hair as she tugged roughly on his head to make him look more up at her.
"That was the worst proposal ever. You stink at it." She frowned at him. She couldn't say yes to that sort of proposal. She'd known him long enough to know he would do anything to keep honor intact. Even marry her. Her fingers loosened and her frown disappeared. "No. I don't want to be a bean farmer and no, I won't marry you." She murmured. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his forehead in a soft kiss. "But it was very sweet of you to offer."
Dysmas had put quite bit of thought into the gift, but he’d obviously done wrong in what he had chosen for her to throw it around so casually. He could see she was gonna argue with him, so he was quick to continue, laying out some of her options for her. His mouth felt kinda dry over that last bit. If she wasn’t going to go through with what she was told then at the very east she could do what she wanted, right?
...what they both wanted.
The obstacle was now removed so… there wasn’t anything to hold them back?
Except. Maybe he was wrong. Her fingers yanked on his hair, causing him to wince. He could admit the proposal was weak. But it was the sentiment and the moment. If she wasn’t stuck marrying the other guy, then she might as well marry him. It wasn’t like he would marry her just because of her status or anything. He loved her.
But love and bad jokes weren’t enough.
His heart ached. It wasn’t an offer… she’d quite clearly taken it the wrong way. He might have asked again -- asked a hundred times until she was satisfied --but she’d said “won’t”. Will not. It wasn’t a mere rejection, it was a refusal.
Dysmas exhaled a heavy breath, his expression wounded, even as she pressed her soft lips to his forehead with affection. He opened his mouth to object to her answer for him, but no words followed. How had he not realized before now that he was second-best to her. Maybe lower. He thought they had a chance now… man, being wrong sucked.
“Alright.” he said simply, returning to his full height. Dysmas didn’t want to draw this out any further than necessary. He turned away from her, eyes focusing on the goblet now laying limply on the floor. Cast aside and battered, uncared for -- except, it wasn’t as though Evie didn’t care for him… he obviously just cared more for her.
Maybe he’d become a bean farmer… was at least a sure-fire way to ensure there was a suitable distance between them: she hated beans.
Dys, with his long legs, strode over to the goblet laying forgotten on the floor and picked it up, admiring its quality and craftsmanship. He peered inside the goblet at the detail to be found at the bottom of one’s drink. The Athenian cliffside. The one in the hall had the skyline of Taengea’s shores. It was subtle, he thought she might appreciate the thought of seeing the waters of the lands as though looking through a telescope.
It was foolish is what it was. Perhaps it was right for her to let the goblets bear the brunt of her fury.
He set the goblet on the nearest table -- far more gently then one might expect. Dys still didn’t have the courage to look Evie in the eye. He cleared his throat before speaking, chest still heavy with the weight of her words. “So what’s the plan, then?”
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Dysmas had put quite bit of thought into the gift, but he’d obviously done wrong in what he had chosen for her to throw it around so casually. He could see she was gonna argue with him, so he was quick to continue, laying out some of her options for her. His mouth felt kinda dry over that last bit. If she wasn’t going to go through with what she was told then at the very east she could do what she wanted, right?
...what they both wanted.
The obstacle was now removed so… there wasn’t anything to hold them back?
Except. Maybe he was wrong. Her fingers yanked on his hair, causing him to wince. He could admit the proposal was weak. But it was the sentiment and the moment. If she wasn’t stuck marrying the other guy, then she might as well marry him. It wasn’t like he would marry her just because of her status or anything. He loved her.
But love and bad jokes weren’t enough.
His heart ached. It wasn’t an offer… she’d quite clearly taken it the wrong way. He might have asked again -- asked a hundred times until she was satisfied --but she’d said “won’t”. Will not. It wasn’t a mere rejection, it was a refusal.
Dysmas exhaled a heavy breath, his expression wounded, even as she pressed her soft lips to his forehead with affection. He opened his mouth to object to her answer for him, but no words followed. How had he not realized before now that he was second-best to her. Maybe lower. He thought they had a chance now… man, being wrong sucked.
“Alright.” he said simply, returning to his full height. Dysmas didn’t want to draw this out any further than necessary. He turned away from her, eyes focusing on the goblet now laying limply on the floor. Cast aside and battered, uncared for -- except, it wasn’t as though Evie didn’t care for him… he obviously just cared more for her.
Maybe he’d become a bean farmer… was at least a sure-fire way to ensure there was a suitable distance between them: she hated beans.
Dys, with his long legs, strode over to the goblet laying forgotten on the floor and picked it up, admiring its quality and craftsmanship. He peered inside the goblet at the detail to be found at the bottom of one’s drink. The Athenian cliffside. The one in the hall had the skyline of Taengea’s shores. It was subtle, he thought she might appreciate the thought of seeing the waters of the lands as though looking through a telescope.
It was foolish is what it was. Perhaps it was right for her to let the goblets bear the brunt of her fury.
He set the goblet on the nearest table -- far more gently then one might expect. Dys still didn’t have the courage to look Evie in the eye. He cleared his throat before speaking, chest still heavy with the weight of her words. “So what’s the plan, then?”
Dysmas had put quite bit of thought into the gift, but he’d obviously done wrong in what he had chosen for her to throw it around so casually. He could see she was gonna argue with him, so he was quick to continue, laying out some of her options for her. His mouth felt kinda dry over that last bit. If she wasn’t going to go through with what she was told then at the very east she could do what she wanted, right?
...what they both wanted.
The obstacle was now removed so… there wasn’t anything to hold them back?
Except. Maybe he was wrong. Her fingers yanked on his hair, causing him to wince. He could admit the proposal was weak. But it was the sentiment and the moment. If she wasn’t stuck marrying the other guy, then she might as well marry him. It wasn’t like he would marry her just because of her status or anything. He loved her.
But love and bad jokes weren’t enough.
His heart ached. It wasn’t an offer… she’d quite clearly taken it the wrong way. He might have asked again -- asked a hundred times until she was satisfied --but she’d said “won’t”. Will not. It wasn’t a mere rejection, it was a refusal.
Dysmas exhaled a heavy breath, his expression wounded, even as she pressed her soft lips to his forehead with affection. He opened his mouth to object to her answer for him, but no words followed. How had he not realized before now that he was second-best to her. Maybe lower. He thought they had a chance now… man, being wrong sucked.
“Alright.” he said simply, returning to his full height. Dysmas didn’t want to draw this out any further than necessary. He turned away from her, eyes focusing on the goblet now laying limply on the floor. Cast aside and battered, uncared for -- except, it wasn’t as though Evie didn’t care for him… he obviously just cared more for her.
Maybe he’d become a bean farmer… was at least a sure-fire way to ensure there was a suitable distance between them: she hated beans.
Dys, with his long legs, strode over to the goblet laying forgotten on the floor and picked it up, admiring its quality and craftsmanship. He peered inside the goblet at the detail to be found at the bottom of one’s drink. The Athenian cliffside. The one in the hall had the skyline of Taengea’s shores. It was subtle, he thought she might appreciate the thought of seeing the waters of the lands as though looking through a telescope.
It was foolish is what it was. Perhaps it was right for her to let the goblets bear the brunt of her fury.
He set the goblet on the nearest table -- far more gently then one might expect. Dys still didn’t have the courage to look Evie in the eye. He cleared his throat before speaking, chest still heavy with the weight of her words. “So what’s the plan, then?”
Have you ever seen a heartbreak right before your eyes? Perhaps the next saddest thing in the world was watching that heartbreak of someone you loved and know that you were the cause of it. Evangelina had never heard the words, ‘I Love You.’ It was a sad realization. One that she’d never noticed until that moment that Dysmas had asked her to marry him. It had all seemed to crash down around her when he said that he would probably choose to be a bean farmer.
Her entire life had been full of people who said one thing and meant something else. He’d never said he loved her and then he’d asked her to marry him, and then… he’d tried to guide her to the correct answer by implying that being a bean farmer was the superior option. And then…
Then she saw what his words had not said and she felt her knees buckle. Why had she never seen it? It had always been there, she’d just never believed it was for her, never wanted to give into the hope that he might love her. Panic was suddenly rising from the depths of her stomach. What had she just done? She’d known she’d loved him, she’d loved him from that moment that she’d he’d first turned and looked down at her with those startling blue eyes.
‘Alright.’ It was his gentle acceptance that did her in. Evangelina’s dark eyes blinked, she was drowning and she’d been the one to jump into this puddle. He had given up on her. He had loved her and he was...He was standing up. He was putting distance between them. He’d broken their touch. He’d broken her with that single quiet word.
Standing there, all at once she was cold and alone. Was this to be her fate? It’d been inevitable that she was the one that would be the disappointment. He was gone. He was done holding onto someone he should have never believed in, to begin with. This, this suddenly trumped her backing out of this marriage. She’d lost the one thing she’d ever wanted, really wanted from trying to be noble. From trying to save him from herself. Her body started to tremble from the shock.
She wasn’t a noble person though, not really. She wasn’t brave or noble or strong. She was none of the things he needed… the things that he deserved. Evangelina saw him lingering at the broken goblet and she had to clutch her side to keep from shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. He set it back on the table, refusing to look at her. He’d have known if he’d just looked over at her but he was done.
‘So what’s the plan, then?’ The calmness was still there. It unnerved her, cutting her so deeply she was surprised she was bleeding. He obviously expected her to be able to form words. One hand went up to clutch her throat to make sure it was still there.
“The plan?” She murmured lifelessly. She was going to save him if it was the one thing she was able to do. Clearing her throat, she felt her knees try and buckle again. Her hand flew out to grab a hold of the nearest piece of furniture to steady her, she needed something to lean on. “The plan is to save you.” She murmured… or at least his reputation. Her hand went to the table, picking up the vase that she had been from her cousin Nana. Without looking at him, she hurled the vase across the room letting it splinter against the wall. “You can’t make me marry him, I won’t. I won’t!” She shrieked loud enough for the entire population of Acharist to hear. It was his open door. He could leave and there would be no risk to his reputation now. It would be assumed that he’d been simply in there trying to coax a cold-footed bride to save her reputation and marry her fish-like groom. It was the last noble thing she was ever going to do...
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Have you ever seen a heartbreak right before your eyes? Perhaps the next saddest thing in the world was watching that heartbreak of someone you loved and know that you were the cause of it. Evangelina had never heard the words, ‘I Love You.’ It was a sad realization. One that she’d never noticed until that moment that Dysmas had asked her to marry him. It had all seemed to crash down around her when he said that he would probably choose to be a bean farmer.
Her entire life had been full of people who said one thing and meant something else. He’d never said he loved her and then he’d asked her to marry him, and then… he’d tried to guide her to the correct answer by implying that being a bean farmer was the superior option. And then…
Then she saw what his words had not said and she felt her knees buckle. Why had she never seen it? It had always been there, she’d just never believed it was for her, never wanted to give into the hope that he might love her. Panic was suddenly rising from the depths of her stomach. What had she just done? She’d known she’d loved him, she’d loved him from that moment that she’d he’d first turned and looked down at her with those startling blue eyes.
‘Alright.’ It was his gentle acceptance that did her in. Evangelina’s dark eyes blinked, she was drowning and she’d been the one to jump into this puddle. He had given up on her. He had loved her and he was...He was standing up. He was putting distance between them. He’d broken their touch. He’d broken her with that single quiet word.
Standing there, all at once she was cold and alone. Was this to be her fate? It’d been inevitable that she was the one that would be the disappointment. He was gone. He was done holding onto someone he should have never believed in, to begin with. This, this suddenly trumped her backing out of this marriage. She’d lost the one thing she’d ever wanted, really wanted from trying to be noble. From trying to save him from herself. Her body started to tremble from the shock.
She wasn’t a noble person though, not really. She wasn’t brave or noble or strong. She was none of the things he needed… the things that he deserved. Evangelina saw him lingering at the broken goblet and she had to clutch her side to keep from shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. He set it back on the table, refusing to look at her. He’d have known if he’d just looked over at her but he was done.
‘So what’s the plan, then?’ The calmness was still there. It unnerved her, cutting her so deeply she was surprised she was bleeding. He obviously expected her to be able to form words. One hand went up to clutch her throat to make sure it was still there.
“The plan?” She murmured lifelessly. She was going to save him if it was the one thing she was able to do. Clearing her throat, she felt her knees try and buckle again. Her hand flew out to grab a hold of the nearest piece of furniture to steady her, she needed something to lean on. “The plan is to save you.” She murmured… or at least his reputation. Her hand went to the table, picking up the vase that she had been from her cousin Nana. Without looking at him, she hurled the vase across the room letting it splinter against the wall. “You can’t make me marry him, I won’t. I won’t!” She shrieked loud enough for the entire population of Acharist to hear. It was his open door. He could leave and there would be no risk to his reputation now. It would be assumed that he’d been simply in there trying to coax a cold-footed bride to save her reputation and marry her fish-like groom. It was the last noble thing she was ever going to do...
Have you ever seen a heartbreak right before your eyes? Perhaps the next saddest thing in the world was watching that heartbreak of someone you loved and know that you were the cause of it. Evangelina had never heard the words, ‘I Love You.’ It was a sad realization. One that she’d never noticed until that moment that Dysmas had asked her to marry him. It had all seemed to crash down around her when he said that he would probably choose to be a bean farmer.
Her entire life had been full of people who said one thing and meant something else. He’d never said he loved her and then he’d asked her to marry him, and then… he’d tried to guide her to the correct answer by implying that being a bean farmer was the superior option. And then…
Then she saw what his words had not said and she felt her knees buckle. Why had she never seen it? It had always been there, she’d just never believed it was for her, never wanted to give into the hope that he might love her. Panic was suddenly rising from the depths of her stomach. What had she just done? She’d known she’d loved him, she’d loved him from that moment that she’d he’d first turned and looked down at her with those startling blue eyes.
‘Alright.’ It was his gentle acceptance that did her in. Evangelina’s dark eyes blinked, she was drowning and she’d been the one to jump into this puddle. He had given up on her. He had loved her and he was...He was standing up. He was putting distance between them. He’d broken their touch. He’d broken her with that single quiet word.
Standing there, all at once she was cold and alone. Was this to be her fate? It’d been inevitable that she was the one that would be the disappointment. He was gone. He was done holding onto someone he should have never believed in, to begin with. This, this suddenly trumped her backing out of this marriage. She’d lost the one thing she’d ever wanted, really wanted from trying to be noble. From trying to save him from herself. Her body started to tremble from the shock.
She wasn’t a noble person though, not really. She wasn’t brave or noble or strong. She was none of the things he needed… the things that he deserved. Evangelina saw him lingering at the broken goblet and she had to clutch her side to keep from shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. He set it back on the table, refusing to look at her. He’d have known if he’d just looked over at her but he was done.
‘So what’s the plan, then?’ The calmness was still there. It unnerved her, cutting her so deeply she was surprised she was bleeding. He obviously expected her to be able to form words. One hand went up to clutch her throat to make sure it was still there.
“The plan?” She murmured lifelessly. She was going to save him if it was the one thing she was able to do. Clearing her throat, she felt her knees try and buckle again. Her hand flew out to grab a hold of the nearest piece of furniture to steady her, she needed something to lean on. “The plan is to save you.” She murmured… or at least his reputation. Her hand went to the table, picking up the vase that she had been from her cousin Nana. Without looking at him, she hurled the vase across the room letting it splinter against the wall. “You can’t make me marry him, I won’t. I won’t!” She shrieked loud enough for the entire population of Acharist to hear. It was his open door. He could leave and there would be no risk to his reputation now. It would be assumed that he’d been simply in there trying to coax a cold-footed bride to save her reputation and marry her fish-like groom. It was the last noble thing she was ever going to do...
He couldn’t hear the murmuring and waited for her to give him a proper response. The sound of ceramic shattering on the other side of the room caused Dysmas to spin around in a mild panic, unsure what the hell was going on. The vase that had moments ago been at Evie’s side was now in pieces on the floor.
He was going to say something about her breaking another perfectly fine object, but she shrieked out in defiance, positively adamant she wasn’t going to marry the man waiting on her at the aisle. The screech definitely hurt Dysmas’s ears, and he was sure the whole realm had heard her loud and clear.
“Evie.” his deep voice emphasized her name with a furrowed brow. “No one’s making you do anything! He doesn’t deserve you. A’ight. I don’t deserve you. A’ight. Then it’s time for you to start asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? And what do you want?”
He was so frustrated and hurt, and he could feel the tension in him balling his hands into tight, white-knuckled fists.
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He couldn’t hear the murmuring and waited for her to give him a proper response. The sound of ceramic shattering on the other side of the room caused Dysmas to spin around in a mild panic, unsure what the hell was going on. The vase that had moments ago been at Evie’s side was now in pieces on the floor.
He was going to say something about her breaking another perfectly fine object, but she shrieked out in defiance, positively adamant she wasn’t going to marry the man waiting on her at the aisle. The screech definitely hurt Dysmas’s ears, and he was sure the whole realm had heard her loud and clear.
“Evie.” his deep voice emphasized her name with a furrowed brow. “No one’s making you do anything! He doesn’t deserve you. A’ight. I don’t deserve you. A’ight. Then it’s time for you to start asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? And what do you want?”
He was so frustrated and hurt, and he could feel the tension in him balling his hands into tight, white-knuckled fists.
He couldn’t hear the murmuring and waited for her to give him a proper response. The sound of ceramic shattering on the other side of the room caused Dysmas to spin around in a mild panic, unsure what the hell was going on. The vase that had moments ago been at Evie’s side was now in pieces on the floor.
He was going to say something about her breaking another perfectly fine object, but she shrieked out in defiance, positively adamant she wasn’t going to marry the man waiting on her at the aisle. The screech definitely hurt Dysmas’s ears, and he was sure the whole realm had heard her loud and clear.
“Evie.” his deep voice emphasized her name with a furrowed brow. “No one’s making you do anything! He doesn’t deserve you. A’ight. I don’t deserve you. A’ight. Then it’s time for you to start asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? And what do you want?”
He was so frustrated and hurt, and he could feel the tension in him balling his hands into tight, white-knuckled fists.
Why wasn’t he running out of the door? Why couldn’t he just take his cue and exit stage left? She’d given him his out. This was hard for her. Too hard. All of this was taking its toll on her. Her nerves were ragged and raw and she was fighting just to stay on her feet. It seemed like an impossible battle, but she didn’t want to collapse with him here. She wanted to be strong…
This is for him. She reminded herself for the 10th time. Let him go, Evie. Let him find someone who will be everything he needs and deserves. Let him find someone who won’t drag him down with her when she falls. When I fall.
Her name slipped so deliciously from his lips in that deep, baritone voice. Clenching her fingers a little tighter around the furniture, the whites were visible in her fingernails. Why wasn’t he leaving?
When he spoke, she blinked, taken back.
‘No one’s making you do anything! He doesn’t deserve you. A’ight. I don’t deserve you. A’ight. Then it’s time for you to start asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? And what do you want?’
Was that what he thought? Did he really think she was doing all of this because she felt he didn’t deserve her? Who was she? What did she want?
She stared at him for a long moment as if he’d grown a second nose on his forehead.
“Wait, what?” The pint-sized Leventi blubbered, her eyes blinking rapidly. “Is that what you think this is about? I said, ‘no’ because of you.” Those words came out quietly and she looked down at her feet. “Dys….”
She sighed. Gods she hated having to try and use words. Why couldn’t she just offer him a carrot and stroke his neck? She could put her heart and her hand and touch him if it was that simple. It wasn’t.
“Dys. Somewhere out there… there is a girl that deserves you. You are…” Her lips formed a tiny tragic smile. “You are… everything.” Dragging her eyes up to him, they softened. “You have exactly ten seconds to get out of this room because I… do... not... deserve you.” She enunciated each of those last words slowly and pointedly.
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Why wasn’t he running out of the door? Why couldn’t he just take his cue and exit stage left? She’d given him his out. This was hard for her. Too hard. All of this was taking its toll on her. Her nerves were ragged and raw and she was fighting just to stay on her feet. It seemed like an impossible battle, but she didn’t want to collapse with him here. She wanted to be strong…
This is for him. She reminded herself for the 10th time. Let him go, Evie. Let him find someone who will be everything he needs and deserves. Let him find someone who won’t drag him down with her when she falls. When I fall.
Her name slipped so deliciously from his lips in that deep, baritone voice. Clenching her fingers a little tighter around the furniture, the whites were visible in her fingernails. Why wasn’t he leaving?
When he spoke, she blinked, taken back.
‘No one’s making you do anything! He doesn’t deserve you. A’ight. I don’t deserve you. A’ight. Then it’s time for you to start asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? And what do you want?’
Was that what he thought? Did he really think she was doing all of this because she felt he didn’t deserve her? Who was she? What did she want?
She stared at him for a long moment as if he’d grown a second nose on his forehead.
“Wait, what?” The pint-sized Leventi blubbered, her eyes blinking rapidly. “Is that what you think this is about? I said, ‘no’ because of you.” Those words came out quietly and she looked down at her feet. “Dys….”
She sighed. Gods she hated having to try and use words. Why couldn’t she just offer him a carrot and stroke his neck? She could put her heart and her hand and touch him if it was that simple. It wasn’t.
“Dys. Somewhere out there… there is a girl that deserves you. You are…” Her lips formed a tiny tragic smile. “You are… everything.” Dragging her eyes up to him, they softened. “You have exactly ten seconds to get out of this room because I… do... not... deserve you.” She enunciated each of those last words slowly and pointedly.
Why wasn’t he running out of the door? Why couldn’t he just take his cue and exit stage left? She’d given him his out. This was hard for her. Too hard. All of this was taking its toll on her. Her nerves were ragged and raw and she was fighting just to stay on her feet. It seemed like an impossible battle, but she didn’t want to collapse with him here. She wanted to be strong…
This is for him. She reminded herself for the 10th time. Let him go, Evie. Let him find someone who will be everything he needs and deserves. Let him find someone who won’t drag him down with her when she falls. When I fall.
Her name slipped so deliciously from his lips in that deep, baritone voice. Clenching her fingers a little tighter around the furniture, the whites were visible in her fingernails. Why wasn’t he leaving?
When he spoke, she blinked, taken back.
‘No one’s making you do anything! He doesn’t deserve you. A’ight. I don’t deserve you. A’ight. Then it’s time for you to start asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? And what do you want?’
Was that what he thought? Did he really think she was doing all of this because she felt he didn’t deserve her? Who was she? What did she want?
She stared at him for a long moment as if he’d grown a second nose on his forehead.
“Wait, what?” The pint-sized Leventi blubbered, her eyes blinking rapidly. “Is that what you think this is about? I said, ‘no’ because of you.” Those words came out quietly and she looked down at her feet. “Dys….”
She sighed. Gods she hated having to try and use words. Why couldn’t she just offer him a carrot and stroke his neck? She could put her heart and her hand and touch him if it was that simple. It wasn’t.
“Dys. Somewhere out there… there is a girl that deserves you. You are…” Her lips formed a tiny tragic smile. “You are… everything.” Dragging her eyes up to him, they softened. “You have exactly ten seconds to get out of this room because I… do... not... deserve you.” She enunciated each of those last words slowly and pointedly.
Of course that’s what he thought this was about! Why wouldn’t he think that was what this was about?? She had said it herself she won’t marry him.
It was the whisper of a sad smile on her face as her pretty brown eyes looked at him with a longing and restraint from under smeared makeup that finally had his body relax. He was everything? Everything how? He couldn’t possibly be everything for her otherwise… what would be the point in turning him down and pushing him away.
And she continued to push him away now. He wanted to tell her that the girl that deserved him wasn’t that far away at all. That she was standing in this room just a couple strides from where he was.
He wouldn’t get the chance to say as much, however. He had ten seconds to leave -- specifically because she didn’t deserve him, or so she claimed.
What was the protocol with this, he wondered. She was technically his peer. He had seniority, but she had royal blood. Was it wise to ignore her and force the issue? Or should he submit, take his bow, and then take his leave. She seemed… rather set on not being with him -- whether she felt it was out of respect for his reputation or what.
Dysmas furrowed his brow and took two purposeful steps toward her, closing the gap between them. “I don’t believe you. And I don’t agree.” He wanted to say more, but ten seconds wasn’t exactly a lot of time.
“Guess my ten seconds is up…” the blue eyes held a sadness in them, and he gave her a light dip of his head, “My Lady.”
She’d asked him to go. He was obviously unwelcome, and he wouldn’t wish to inconvenience her further.
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Of course that’s what he thought this was about! Why wouldn’t he think that was what this was about?? She had said it herself she won’t marry him.
It was the whisper of a sad smile on her face as her pretty brown eyes looked at him with a longing and restraint from under smeared makeup that finally had his body relax. He was everything? Everything how? He couldn’t possibly be everything for her otherwise… what would be the point in turning him down and pushing him away.
And she continued to push him away now. He wanted to tell her that the girl that deserved him wasn’t that far away at all. That she was standing in this room just a couple strides from where he was.
He wouldn’t get the chance to say as much, however. He had ten seconds to leave -- specifically because she didn’t deserve him, or so she claimed.
What was the protocol with this, he wondered. She was technically his peer. He had seniority, but she had royal blood. Was it wise to ignore her and force the issue? Or should he submit, take his bow, and then take his leave. She seemed… rather set on not being with him -- whether she felt it was out of respect for his reputation or what.
Dysmas furrowed his brow and took two purposeful steps toward her, closing the gap between them. “I don’t believe you. And I don’t agree.” He wanted to say more, but ten seconds wasn’t exactly a lot of time.
“Guess my ten seconds is up…” the blue eyes held a sadness in them, and he gave her a light dip of his head, “My Lady.”
She’d asked him to go. He was obviously unwelcome, and he wouldn’t wish to inconvenience her further.
Of course that’s what he thought this was about! Why wouldn’t he think that was what this was about?? She had said it herself she won’t marry him.
It was the whisper of a sad smile on her face as her pretty brown eyes looked at him with a longing and restraint from under smeared makeup that finally had his body relax. He was everything? Everything how? He couldn’t possibly be everything for her otherwise… what would be the point in turning him down and pushing him away.
And she continued to push him away now. He wanted to tell her that the girl that deserved him wasn’t that far away at all. That she was standing in this room just a couple strides from where he was.
He wouldn’t get the chance to say as much, however. He had ten seconds to leave -- specifically because she didn’t deserve him, or so she claimed.
What was the protocol with this, he wondered. She was technically his peer. He had seniority, but she had royal blood. Was it wise to ignore her and force the issue? Or should he submit, take his bow, and then take his leave. She seemed… rather set on not being with him -- whether she felt it was out of respect for his reputation or what.
Dysmas furrowed his brow and took two purposeful steps toward her, closing the gap between them. “I don’t believe you. And I don’t agree.” He wanted to say more, but ten seconds wasn’t exactly a lot of time.
“Guess my ten seconds is up…” the blue eyes held a sadness in them, and he gave her a light dip of his head, “My Lady.”
She’d asked him to go. He was obviously unwelcome, and he wouldn’t wish to inconvenience her further.
I don’t believe you. And I don’t agree.’
Those words could have knocked her down. They did that… in a way, they knocked her down and they acted much the same way as the heel of his boot would if he were to crush her like a bug. She’d opened herself to him, exposed herself like she’d never done before and he didn’t believe her.
Stepped close, her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he was going to change his mind? Maybe… Maybe closer to her he could see the truth in her eyes. The way they followed him or the way that the nearness to him made them come alive and sparkle. Even when he was suffocating her. This was the closest she’d ever been to drowning. They said when you drown you didn’t feel any pain. That the ocean just sort of enveloped you and the panic would slip away. You’d feel safe and the water would lull you into that false sense of security.
He did that too her. He made her feel safe and loved… He’d always made her feel like she’d mattered. Even from their first encounter.
‘Guess my ten seconds is up…’ Evangelina’s breath caught, would he kiss her then? He’d not left. She’d told herself that she was going to give him ten seconds and after that, she wouldn’t be able to be noble any longer. He was still standing here. Her mouth parted and she wanted so desperately to fall into his arms, to tell him that she loved that she’d always loved him. His head dipped, her heart jumped. 'My lady…'
It was a slap in the face. Maybe she’d deserved that. She reeled backward, “Oh…” She gasped. “You are cruel.” She hissed. When had she developed claws? Suddenly and without thought, her fisted hand shot out to hit him with as much force as he’d just done to her in his stomach. “How dare you?! How dare you!” Her shoulders came hunched and she broke out into tears again. “I tell you the truth and you don’t believe me? How dare you think so little of me…! I try and do one good thing for… just one… it’s the only thing I can do and you blame me, then I try and tell you the truth… and you don’t believe me…” Her words were coming out fast, blurred together.
She turned away. There just wasn’t any way to win with him, was there… “Just get out…” Closing her eyes she wept, albeit more quietly then she had from her hysterics earlier.
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I don’t believe you. And I don’t agree.’
Those words could have knocked her down. They did that… in a way, they knocked her down and they acted much the same way as the heel of his boot would if he were to crush her like a bug. She’d opened herself to him, exposed herself like she’d never done before and he didn’t believe her.
Stepped close, her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he was going to change his mind? Maybe… Maybe closer to her he could see the truth in her eyes. The way they followed him or the way that the nearness to him made them come alive and sparkle. Even when he was suffocating her. This was the closest she’d ever been to drowning. They said when you drown you didn’t feel any pain. That the ocean just sort of enveloped you and the panic would slip away. You’d feel safe and the water would lull you into that false sense of security.
He did that too her. He made her feel safe and loved… He’d always made her feel like she’d mattered. Even from their first encounter.
‘Guess my ten seconds is up…’ Evangelina’s breath caught, would he kiss her then? He’d not left. She’d told herself that she was going to give him ten seconds and after that, she wouldn’t be able to be noble any longer. He was still standing here. Her mouth parted and she wanted so desperately to fall into his arms, to tell him that she loved that she’d always loved him. His head dipped, her heart jumped. 'My lady…'
It was a slap in the face. Maybe she’d deserved that. She reeled backward, “Oh…” She gasped. “You are cruel.” She hissed. When had she developed claws? Suddenly and without thought, her fisted hand shot out to hit him with as much force as he’d just done to her in his stomach. “How dare you?! How dare you!” Her shoulders came hunched and she broke out into tears again. “I tell you the truth and you don’t believe me? How dare you think so little of me…! I try and do one good thing for… just one… it’s the only thing I can do and you blame me, then I try and tell you the truth… and you don’t believe me…” Her words were coming out fast, blurred together.
She turned away. There just wasn’t any way to win with him, was there… “Just get out…” Closing her eyes she wept, albeit more quietly then she had from her hysterics earlier.
I don’t believe you. And I don’t agree.’
Those words could have knocked her down. They did that… in a way, they knocked her down and they acted much the same way as the heel of his boot would if he were to crush her like a bug. She’d opened herself to him, exposed herself like she’d never done before and he didn’t believe her.
Stepped close, her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he was going to change his mind? Maybe… Maybe closer to her he could see the truth in her eyes. The way they followed him or the way that the nearness to him made them come alive and sparkle. Even when he was suffocating her. This was the closest she’d ever been to drowning. They said when you drown you didn’t feel any pain. That the ocean just sort of enveloped you and the panic would slip away. You’d feel safe and the water would lull you into that false sense of security.
He did that too her. He made her feel safe and loved… He’d always made her feel like she’d mattered. Even from their first encounter.
‘Guess my ten seconds is up…’ Evangelina’s breath caught, would he kiss her then? He’d not left. She’d told herself that she was going to give him ten seconds and after that, she wouldn’t be able to be noble any longer. He was still standing here. Her mouth parted and she wanted so desperately to fall into his arms, to tell him that she loved that she’d always loved him. His head dipped, her heart jumped. 'My lady…'
It was a slap in the face. Maybe she’d deserved that. She reeled backward, “Oh…” She gasped. “You are cruel.” She hissed. When had she developed claws? Suddenly and without thought, her fisted hand shot out to hit him with as much force as he’d just done to her in his stomach. “How dare you?! How dare you!” Her shoulders came hunched and she broke out into tears again. “I tell you the truth and you don’t believe me? How dare you think so little of me…! I try and do one good thing for… just one… it’s the only thing I can do and you blame me, then I try and tell you the truth… and you don’t believe me…” Her words were coming out fast, blurred together.
She turned away. There just wasn’t any way to win with him, was there… “Just get out…” Closing her eyes she wept, albeit more quietly then she had from her hysterics earlier.
He saw the punch coming from a mile away, tightening his core to take the force behind the impact. She hissed of his cruelty as though he planned this all from the start, but the accusation was unfair. Had he not said he didn’t believe she was undeserving of him? Had he not offered her a place by his side for life? Had he not dried her tears and sought to comfort her in her distress? Had he not shown up to this disaster of a wedding only to support her??
Oh, but he was the cruel one for trying to abide by the lady’s orders after being rebuked one too many times. The Gods had better be laughing themselves silly right about now, delighting themselves in the friction they were causing.
And now she was crying again. He supposedly thought little of her, and blamed her for… something? He really wasn’t sure. He’d been instructed to “just go”, but he wouldn’t do so before he had a chance to respond to her latest accusations.
“The truth?? The truth is there is no woman more deserving of happiness and a life surrounded by love than you. Why is it that I can see that and you can’t?” He growled.
It wasn’t like him to get so worked up like this, but there was only so much bullshit he could handle. “I hold you in the highest regard -- I love you. I would marry you if you’d have me!”
But she wanted nothing to do with him. So what was the point. His voice quieted and calmed. He couldn’t be seen in emotional upheaval if he was going to leave. “You’ve asked me to leave. So I will. If you need me I’ll be farming beans.”
He turned away from the tearful sight before him, unwilling to let her make a fool of his affection for her yet again.
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He saw the punch coming from a mile away, tightening his core to take the force behind the impact. She hissed of his cruelty as though he planned this all from the start, but the accusation was unfair. Had he not said he didn’t believe she was undeserving of him? Had he not offered her a place by his side for life? Had he not dried her tears and sought to comfort her in her distress? Had he not shown up to this disaster of a wedding only to support her??
Oh, but he was the cruel one for trying to abide by the lady’s orders after being rebuked one too many times. The Gods had better be laughing themselves silly right about now, delighting themselves in the friction they were causing.
And now she was crying again. He supposedly thought little of her, and blamed her for… something? He really wasn’t sure. He’d been instructed to “just go”, but he wouldn’t do so before he had a chance to respond to her latest accusations.
“The truth?? The truth is there is no woman more deserving of happiness and a life surrounded by love than you. Why is it that I can see that and you can’t?” He growled.
It wasn’t like him to get so worked up like this, but there was only so much bullshit he could handle. “I hold you in the highest regard -- I love you. I would marry you if you’d have me!”
But she wanted nothing to do with him. So what was the point. His voice quieted and calmed. He couldn’t be seen in emotional upheaval if he was going to leave. “You’ve asked me to leave. So I will. If you need me I’ll be farming beans.”
He turned away from the tearful sight before him, unwilling to let her make a fool of his affection for her yet again.
He saw the punch coming from a mile away, tightening his core to take the force behind the impact. She hissed of his cruelty as though he planned this all from the start, but the accusation was unfair. Had he not said he didn’t believe she was undeserving of him? Had he not offered her a place by his side for life? Had he not dried her tears and sought to comfort her in her distress? Had he not shown up to this disaster of a wedding only to support her??
Oh, but he was the cruel one for trying to abide by the lady’s orders after being rebuked one too many times. The Gods had better be laughing themselves silly right about now, delighting themselves in the friction they were causing.
And now she was crying again. He supposedly thought little of her, and blamed her for… something? He really wasn’t sure. He’d been instructed to “just go”, but he wouldn’t do so before he had a chance to respond to her latest accusations.
“The truth?? The truth is there is no woman more deserving of happiness and a life surrounded by love than you. Why is it that I can see that and you can’t?” He growled.
It wasn’t like him to get so worked up like this, but there was only so much bullshit he could handle. “I hold you in the highest regard -- I love you. I would marry you if you’d have me!”
But she wanted nothing to do with him. So what was the point. His voice quieted and calmed. He couldn’t be seen in emotional upheaval if he was going to leave. “You’ve asked me to leave. So I will. If you need me I’ll be farming beans.”
He turned away from the tearful sight before him, unwilling to let her make a fool of his affection for her yet again.