Post by dean on Sept 5, 2011 1:26:50 GMT -5
He started to stare at the woman, that woman with her flail and extravagant nature was making fear that he would be mad. He had to stay silent, he had to stay clear. His brother would kill him, but also he could not for the life of him sit down and actually just stare at the woman who looked at him with passion green eyes and a smirk that saluted to sexual nature. No he could not deny that, he was actually smiling back and making small hints with his body.
Small hints with the body that was the nature of their love. They were not to speak , not to say anything and yet at the same time he could well notice that there was always something to be said something to fulfill the time .But then again he wondered why in the hell was he not speaking anything. Ana at least had something to say, she did she just never expected it. Seeing Wilks come in with a tray and serve some wine he sighed and saw the butler stare at him as Ana started to shift a little bit uncomfortably.
He wondered what was it that bothered her. Why did he feel that everything was coming down crumpling to pieces and yet at the same time he wondered why in hells name did he never say anything always stayed silent. Dinner had gone well tonight but more and more he felt the urge to actually say something. Standing, he started to stare around him as he unloosened his tie and sat down. His hands going to his head as he bit his lips and started to scratch his head.
“ I have something to say…” he started to say, his mind reflecting on what was he about to do. What words he would use and what tone he would use them. But before he could he needed to first state that he needed to breathe and relax. Grabbing a wine glass, he downed it and gasped . It was strong stuff, but he would need stronger once he left this house. “ I am coming undone… I love a woman who gets abused by her fiancé. She gets hit and slapped and beaten down. But when I see her, when I speak through my body I actually express love” he said as he saw the eyes and quirks of the people around him .
He smirked and started to rub his neck as he saw the woman in front of him stand up, followed by brother dearest and then the man she was t o marry. His neck being grabbed as he chuckled and saw the man who he called his brother raise his fist. The blow was immediate, and he felt blood trickle down his nose. The two other men in the room pulling him apart as Grandmother and Mother stood up and hit him with their fans. Nothing like the raw truth to make a man or a couple of men boil with their blood.
My body resting finally as I whipped the blood from my nose and cougued at the ground. My eyes falling on the woman that was in front of me as I extended my hand and started to wait for the love of my life to actually grab it and run away with me. “ What is it that you are trying to say William?” his mother asked and he quirked his brow and laughed. Nobody understood the clear perfection of my words. “It means that I want to have Ana for my self, It means I love her more than anything else in the world. Now if she does not share those same feelings I will leave her alone”he stated and he saw in her face the simple curve of her smile. The tone of her cheeks as she was actually relaxed and at ease with his confession.
She stood now, walking towards him as she grabbed his hand. Her chest heaved as she was nervous. He knew she was but then again this was their chance to make things anew . Make things real and make things worthy a lot more then what they had for the both of them. Then again, whith the way she was not talking. The way the people looked around them. It made him feel chocked up. “ Your hurt.. Shall we go “ she asked as she saw that he was nodding. Her hand going into his as they walked away not looking behind them. Then again was there much to look anyways. The people that he knew never supported anything that he said. But yet he kept a calm stance with everyone saying that they where right.
Now he had a chance to actually say , do , and act as he wanted. The halls of his home once new and interesting now lacked color and actual property to him. He found them rather dull . But also the family portraits the way everything was composed it just was not the same. Yet as I crossed with my lady I could hear the soft cracking of chairs. Destruction was in its mist. But he did not care and he was not going to go back. He would never go back there. He would never actually see his family again. But did he care at all.
Small hints with the body that was the nature of their love. They were not to speak , not to say anything and yet at the same time he could well notice that there was always something to be said something to fulfill the time .But then again he wondered why in the hell was he not speaking anything. Ana at least had something to say, she did she just never expected it. Seeing Wilks come in with a tray and serve some wine he sighed and saw the butler stare at him as Ana started to shift a little bit uncomfortably.
He wondered what was it that bothered her. Why did he feel that everything was coming down crumpling to pieces and yet at the same time he wondered why in hells name did he never say anything always stayed silent. Dinner had gone well tonight but more and more he felt the urge to actually say something. Standing, he started to stare around him as he unloosened his tie and sat down. His hands going to his head as he bit his lips and started to scratch his head.
“ I have something to say…” he started to say, his mind reflecting on what was he about to do. What words he would use and what tone he would use them. But before he could he needed to first state that he needed to breathe and relax. Grabbing a wine glass, he downed it and gasped . It was strong stuff, but he would need stronger once he left this house. “ I am coming undone… I love a woman who gets abused by her fiancé. She gets hit and slapped and beaten down. But when I see her, when I speak through my body I actually express love” he said as he saw the eyes and quirks of the people around him .
He smirked and started to rub his neck as he saw the woman in front of him stand up, followed by brother dearest and then the man she was t o marry. His neck being grabbed as he chuckled and saw the man who he called his brother raise his fist. The blow was immediate, and he felt blood trickle down his nose. The two other men in the room pulling him apart as Grandmother and Mother stood up and hit him with their fans. Nothing like the raw truth to make a man or a couple of men boil with their blood.
My body resting finally as I whipped the blood from my nose and cougued at the ground. My eyes falling on the woman that was in front of me as I extended my hand and started to wait for the love of my life to actually grab it and run away with me. “ What is it that you are trying to say William?” his mother asked and he quirked his brow and laughed. Nobody understood the clear perfection of my words. “It means that I want to have Ana for my self, It means I love her more than anything else in the world. Now if she does not share those same feelings I will leave her alone”he stated and he saw in her face the simple curve of her smile. The tone of her cheeks as she was actually relaxed and at ease with his confession.
She stood now, walking towards him as she grabbed his hand. Her chest heaved as she was nervous. He knew she was but then again this was their chance to make things anew . Make things real and make things worthy a lot more then what they had for the both of them. Then again, whith the way she was not talking. The way the people looked around them. It made him feel chocked up. “ Your hurt.. Shall we go “ she asked as she saw that he was nodding. Her hand going into his as they walked away not looking behind them. Then again was there much to look anyways. The people that he knew never supported anything that he said. But yet he kept a calm stance with everyone saying that they where right.
Now he had a chance to actually say , do , and act as he wanted. The halls of his home once new and interesting now lacked color and actual property to him. He found them rather dull . But also the family portraits the way everything was composed it just was not the same. Yet as I crossed with my lady I could hear the soft cracking of chairs. Destruction was in its mist. But he did not care and he was not going to go back. He would never go back there. He would never actually see his family again. But did he care at all.
