I'm sorry. :( But I have alot of stuff, Ima be graduating soon, and I have very much to do. Homework, projects, essays, blah...

Anyyyyyyyyyways. Chapter 4!

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Thierry turned once more, only to see that Hannah was now running off with her friends, off towards the middle class chambers he assumed. Smiling to himself, he drew back his attention to where he was headed off to before he had the encounter with . She was peculiar, he finally decided, never meeting any girl like that before. But then again, the only young women that had ever engaged conversation with were those who were arrogant, high class women. The ones whose parents were looking for a faithful, husband, one who had money, basically.

Like Maya Redfern, he regrettably noted. She was just the typical stereotype of the rich man's daughter. Pretty, one year younger than him, and someone who was quite wanted for high class bachelors. His parents had set her up for him. Fortunately, though, he had stalled enough time to have her parents choose another man. She was upset, because she wanted him. Before forcibly going off with her new, unknown fiancée, she begged of him to be with her. Maya was the only one who knew why he had avoided the proposal. He figured he did it casually enough to not get caught for the real reason. But Maya knew, she figured it out. He simply didn't want her. He could see her lust, and perhaps even love directed towards him. But he never felt that way towards her. And he wasn't about to marry a complete stranger. That, and something little inside told him they weren't meant to be together.

Maya took the time she had left before having to move to New England to try to pursuay him, urge him that it wasn't too late and that they could be together. He didn't want to emotionally hurt her; he never did, to anyone at all in general. But that trait wasn't strong enough to overpower his decision of refusing to be with her. Stunned and angry, he could only guess, she left, never taking care to hear from him again.

He assumed he was supposed to feel bad for doing that. But he only really felt was sympathy, the fact she was marrying a man that would no doubt only use her for children. But he was determined to find the one, the one that was meant to be with him. He knew when he'd find her, and if waiting for long periods of time was what Fate was going to throw at him, then 'wait' let it be.

…Being alone made him lonely.

Thierry ought to have been happy. He was still young, nineteen, and had plenty of money to spoil him for countless lifetimes. He never knew why he wasn't until one day; the answer was shown right in front of him.

Which was the reason he rejected Maya Redfern. And rejected any other girls from then on, unless it was her.

It was a cool, summer day; he was taking a casual stroll through the park when he saw a couple sitting together on a bench, holding hands. It shouldn't have stood out to him, because he's seen plenty of couples before. But for some reason, these two caught his abrupt interest.

They were an attractive pair, probably around the ages of fourteen to sixteen. He had always admired young love, and he took a moment to watch them.

The girl was giggling softly, placing her head on the guy's shoulder. He stroked her cheek, and then trailed his fingers to her temples where he tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead. He had looked at her, in such a passionate, awing gaze that it even made Thierry wonder how…right they looked together. How peaceful the atmosphere was that was surrounding them.

Thierry let another small smile be born on his lips as he recalled the memory. So small and normal, but it was powerful enough to awaken feelings inside of him to wish for a relationship, a real one, made up of love...

And not one that was forcibly made from your parents, made up for wealth, honour, and tradition.

…Hannah Snow…He had only talked to her for a matter of two minutes, yet she stood out to him like a rose in a dandelion field. She was attractive, especially with that pink petal shaped birthmark on her cheek. A unique feature. But it wasn't her looks that made him wonder. There was an energy that surrounded her, a holy, pure aura that represented her kindness and care. She was like a rose he decided, small, innocent and beautiful.

Suddenly, Thierry stopped in his own tracks, making people behind him groan in annoyance. He was daydreaming about a girl, a girl that had only talked to him for a matter of two minutes.

He shook his head, clearly confused. But it opened and sparked up another idea in his mind.

If he had known her for so little, the massive amount of thoughts of her proved that she was indeed special and different….Particularly when they touched too.

Because it wasn't as simple as hot electricity in the air…no. Something like electricity from their souls.

Delos huffed in impatience. Clearly, he had ordered a room that had a view, and one that was closest to the balcony. The stupid, naïve, idiots who did this obviously didn't pay attention closely, nor how to follow directions. He just took one more look around the fancy ensemble before deciding it would have to do. He slowly walked towards the window, at least having half of the satisfaction as he saw he got the 'view' part. Fortunately, it was quite nice.

The sun was now setting, creating an extract contrast between the cobalt blue waters and the orange/gold sun that appeared to be relaxing on the calm waves. The sky was a soft, lush colour that was made of light pink, peach, and blue-violet. A vibrant aura pulsed around it all, making the whole scene look unreal.

Delos rolled his eyes, the setting quickly boring into his mind, and descending away as if it hadn't come at all.

There was a shuffle of feet then and the faint sound of bags dropping onto the glossy, compacted wood. Delos turned around to see that the three maids that had taken his things were quietly returning his belongings. One of them looked up when she noted he had noticed their presence, and bowed quickly.

"Mr. Redfern. I assume you your precessions are now being put away in your cabin appropriately", she took a small pause with her thick, high English accent to brandish the other two putting his attires away in the dressers, "and that we will be done shortly. How are your quarters? Any accommodations you didn't per-see?" She asked politely, in a manner tone.

"Mhmm." Was Delos's only reply, and hid a smirk when the maid raised a brow in confusion. She took another small breath in, to cease her confusion, no doubt, but Delos waved his hand, and spoke, "It's fine. Now. Are you done? I will like to be alone, I've had a very tiring day, as you can see, and would really enjoy some quiet time." The girl nodded her head robotically, as if she was made only to follow directions. After a quick moment later, she bowed once more, with her pack, and led them out, closing the door behind her.

Finally, Delos's mental sarcasm caused a scowl on his face. Looking around once more, he chose to inspect his "cabin" that he said were good enough.

In the farthest left corner stood a king sized bed, its sheet a deep blood red apprenticed with big white pillows. To the right side of it stood a small, wooden nightstand with a black telephone and a perched silver reading lamp, already accompanied with a book. Directly down from that part stood a massive dresser, with small sequins decorating the circumference of the clear mirror. A door stood a part of the bureau, a wardrobe, which held his clothes and shoe apparel. To the right side of the room, there was a writing desk with paper and writing instruments, and a tall, blackened spiral patterned dressing screen. To tie the high class room all together, held five portraits scattered randomly around the room, pictures from Leonardo Da Vinci, Pierre Auguste Renoir, and Henri Matisse.

Delos shrugged to himself, and walked over to his bed where he plopped down.

I'll deal with my cousins later; he adjudicated, and lied down, adjusting his position until he was comfortable.

My parents will deal with them, so I'll just do nothing until they complain. He finally settled on that thought, grinning. He didn't care, that he was a Redfern, a descendent of a very royal and rich clan that made people below him, and beside him, awe in curiosity at their fierce reputation. He was thrown at so many responsibilities and tasks, when he was just seventeen. He deserved a more…calm life, because not deciding what to do with the future wasn't fair to him. So. Why deal with those burdens when The Titanic was a cruise ship? A ship, where you could relax while other people treated your being, and did whatever you asked of them, all while you had to do was to tell them what and how.

Meeting the other high class famalies, and royals, and pretending he was happy was the last thing he wanted to do.

He shook his head, before propping up on one elbow and reaching over to the nightstand to pick up the story, and returning to how he was before.

Wuthering Heights, he mused, before sighing, and opening up to the first chapter.

So. Was it good? I tried to make Delos in-characrter, FF based. xD Anyways, now the important stuff.

I have had yet to write one character's presence, which is Galen. But I always write two POV's per chapter, so I have to write about someone else after.

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