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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 19, 2009 14:17:17 GMT -5
His eyes widened, and he hesitated, unsure how serious she was. "Zizzy," he said carefully. "It's only been a little over two weeks." He tucked a wayward piece of her dark hair behind her ear. "Of course I haven't moved on."
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Post by Jules on Mar 19, 2009 14:20:54 GMT -5
"Two....two weeks?" But...she frowned, suddenly confused. It had seemed like years had gone by, it had felt like it. "I--are you sure?" It was hard to believe that she'd lost track of reality so severly.
But it didn't really matter because he hadn't moved on. "That's why I gave up...I waited so long I didn't think I'd ever see you again, I figured you hadn't been able to find a way to get me out."
And in the end, he hadn't, it had been Iker who had saved her, but that didn't matter right now.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 19, 2009 14:24:37 GMT -5
"It felt like an eternity," he said gently. "But in literal aspects... I'm pretty sure." His eyes grew soft with sympathy and remorse as he thought of how awful it must have been for it to seem like four years to her. "I found you on the street, passed out."
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Post by Jules on Mar 19, 2009 14:27:45 GMT -5
"Iker got him out." She said, still so bewildered by that whole scene. Why? And why hadn't he asked for anything in return? Why had he left her alone? It was nice, kind and so therefore suspicious and slightly frightening. "I can't understand it. He told Vilmos he wanted to kill me himself, but he left me alone."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 19, 2009 14:31:23 GMT -5
Years of stage-acting prompted both his brows to raise in an expression of angry surprise. "What?" he asked quietly. "He didn't say... anything? Are you sure it was him?"
Bravo, Iker applauded.
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Post by Jules on Mar 19, 2009 14:38:27 GMT -5
"He...he was almost nice about it." She confessed, "And yes, I'm sure. Maybe he is still planning on doing away with me, but wanted to save that fun for a later date. It's weird, feeling like I owe him something."
She shook her head, "He threatened Vilmos out of me, and then just told me to enjoy my freedom before, apparently, knocking me out and leaving."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 19, 2009 14:42:14 GMT -5
Now Armand's surprise was genuine.
You were nice about it?
Iker did the mental equivalent of rolling his eyes. Don't sound so shocked, Your Highness.
"Well." He blinked and let out a slow sigh. "You're probably right. We'll have to watch for a later encounter. I can't imagine he would help someone for nothing."
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Post by Jules on Mar 19, 2009 14:47:26 GMT -5
"I don't know, I'm not going to spend my time looking around each corner, waiting for him to spring out. Besides, this is the first I've heard from Iker since we booted him out of you, I think, I was pretty sure he'd lost interest. Maybe he'll just leave me be."
She had had enough of wallowing. Sure things had happened to her, and they hadn't been so fantastic, but other things, good things, had happened too, and focusing on the former had only gotten her trouble.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 19, 2009 14:50:45 GMT -5
He smiled. He was slightly suprised by her new attitude, but not disappointed by it. The fact was Iker wouldn't be coming to harass her any time soon, and all the better if she wouldn't waste time worrying about it.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips over her own.
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Post by Jules on Mar 19, 2009 14:57:56 GMT -5
Zizzy shivered. Despite knowing it had only been two weeks, it still felt like it had been years. Years fighting, breeding violence and keeping Vilmos from going to far with her body because it had still felt like cheating on Armand.
But it wasn't like she could keep it from him, not really. He would find out one way or another. "You should know, Vilmos was a bit of a pig...I never let him get too far, but sometimes when I wasn't paying attention...he enjoyed all things physical." She didn't want to spell it out too clearly, because she was embarassed enough as it was. "So if any biker guys coming knocking around, tell them I died." She grinned, trying to make a joke out of it.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 19, 2009 15:04:19 GMT -5
He didn't react immediately, his face clear, if not a little drawn. His eyes dropped very briefly to her low-cut dress before he could stop himself.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said softly.
I'm going to kill him.
Like you've wanted to kill me? I've actually slept with her.
A soft noise of rage, which he deftly turned into a cough, escaped and he pressed a hand to his mouth. "It's, uh, it's fine, Zizzy," he said with his eyes closed. "I know it wasn't you."
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Post by Jules on Mar 19, 2009 15:09:38 GMT -5
She watched him carefully, he didn't seem that okay with it, but at least he didn't seem he was angry at her. He was angry at Vilmos. She was too, but it wasn't the time to focus on that either. "I'm sorry too. I'm only telling you so it doesn't come as a surprise if you ever read my mind again."
Noticing his brief glance to the truly awful dress, Zizzy pulled the blankets up to her neck, cheeks tainted blue. Change of subject time! "I do believe you owe me a honeymoon."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 19, 2009 15:14:46 GMT -5
His eyes snapped open. He'd forgotten he'd promised to marry her. Before, when all he could think about was a life without her, it was the easiest promise he'd ever made. But now, with Iker... how could he possibly... thinking of Iker there, with them, on their wedding night sent a shiver of revulsion through him.
He looked at Zizzy and couldn't bear to tell her that he wouldn't marry himself as he was, with Iker in tow, to anyone. So he smiled. "I remember."
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Post by Jules on Mar 19, 2009 15:27:59 GMT -5
The surprise in his eyes, and the little shiver that followed. She didn't know how to read them. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe it had been made in the heat of the moment and now that he had time to think it over, he didn't want it anymore.
"If it's not something you want anymore, that's okay. But I still want my honeymoon." She slid a hand behind his neck, leaning forward to press her lips to his. But she paused and studied his face for a moment. She had missed him so much, she wanted to put everything that had happened behind her, but what if he wasn't so ready? What if it was because of Vilmos?
"I--if it's because of what...I did, I swear I had no control, if I did, I wouldn't of let him---it's just if I payed too much attention to what was going on it was too hard. It never got too far, but that's not much comfort, I know. I'm sorry, I should've been more in control, and I tried so hard the first while but after...after what I thought was the first year, I stopped caring so much." She pulled away, bringing the blankets back up to her chin. "I know I mess up a lot."
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Post by Jules on Mar 20, 2009 19:45:41 GMT -5
[Actually Kel]
“Zizzy, stop,” Armand interrupted gently. Iker gave a twitch of revulsion inside his head. Does she do that often?
Do what? Care about my feelings and opinion? As a matter of fact, yes. I realize it’s sort of a foreign concept to you…
I meant the flood of pathetic apology.
Armand’s defenses automatically rose and with a ‘no-need-to-pitch-a-fit’ sigh, Iker retreated. “I do want to marry you,” he assured her. His lips twitched into a sly smile. “Though, I wouldn’t mind having the honeymoon first, either.”
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