LOL These words just aren't a fit today, but thanks anyway. After losing all my cash, I've become a:
Persona Non Gratis
By Neha
Posted on Monday, 21 April 2003
I stare as he enters the room; weary and dirty from his exertions, he barely looks at me as he orders his dinner.
"Yes, Sir," Reynolds replies with a sly look at Adam who seems incredibly embarrassed at being caught having dinner in the kitchen with the women. "Anything else I can get you while you're here, Colonel?"
He sighs and after looking at me straight in the eye for a few short moments, asks that it be brought to his dressing room. Then, just as suddenly as he entered, he is gone.
He drinks brandy after brandy, watching me like a hawk as I set his tray neatly upon the side table in front of him. Although I seldom look at him directly I know his cravat is askew and that both coat and vest have been abandoned in favour of an old linen shirt that should have been thrown out years ago on account of its tightness about his chest.
"You have not changed a bit." He says slowly as I ask him if he would like anything else. "I do not know if I like that."
I sigh; ask him if there is nothing more he requires whether I can leave. Instead of giving his permission, as I expected him to, he grabs me about the waist and kisses what little of my bosom left exposed by my gown. Passively, I let him, not having the energy either to fight or encourage his attentions, and soon enough he stops. "I am incredibly sorry. I do not know what came over me. I- it must be the length of my absence this time; I- you have my humblest apologies. I am not normally a brute."
"I know," I let slip against my better judgment. "You just act like one on occasion."
He smiles shakily and takes my hand before pressing it against his lips. Then, without preamble, he lets me go, and taking my leave, I do not break down until I am within the safety of my room.
"Almost five years," I speak to myself as I write down the length of this absence in my diary. He will be thirty-five in two weeks; I remember as I close my notebook and slip it underneath my mattress. It is far too late now to do more, and so, with only the faintest regret I unbind my hair and lay down to sleep.
When I open my eyes, a few hours before dawn, I see him look down at me, his face as angelic as it was when we first met so long ago, and thinking it to be a dream, I reach up for a kiss. It is only when he responds that I know it is otherwise, but by then I am too far-gone to stop.
"Marry me," He says as his lips and hands caress every exposed inch of my skin. "I can care less about that blasted father of mine, or my bugger of an elder brother-I love you and I want- no, I need- to marry you."
I frown, but he kisses it away with the tips of his fingers. "Please. I retract everything I said before. Money is no longer my principle object, I am quite willing to live in utter and abject poverty but only if I can live with you. Please darling, say yes."
There is a long pause. I find myself unable to say anything and soon the heat of his amour cools enough to allow him to stand up. "Your feelings have changed."
"No," I reply faintly. "But yours have and I want to know why, after so long." It has been almost ten years since I first saw him, a tall and, if not the handsomest then easily the most amiable, man of my acquaintance, striding towards the kitchens in order to satiate a sweet truth. I fell in love with him at that moment and, although I was then only fourteen and quite inexperienced in such things, I knew he loved me just as much. He was my very own prince charming, despite the fact that the vast difference in our situations meant, undoubtedly, that our fairytale was never going to end in anything short of tragedy.
"I have had time to think." He sighs, seating himself next to me and taking my hand within his. It is then that I notice the fine mesh of scars across both of his palms and wrists. I gasp and laughing he pulls me onto his lap. "I was captured," He whispers as his lips find mine in a soft yet determined kiss. "And for those three years I could think of nothing or no-one apart from you. So, what do you say? Will you put me out of my misery?"
Smiling, ever so slightly, I reply that I shall.
The End
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and then pigging out at the buffets in LV last week, I'm on a smoothie diet.
NEEKA.................................................. = prosperous : V.I.P. : I'm just going to go out and eat worms! |
