Hey! Shorter chapter, I know but the next one is last! Enjoy! :)
"Come with me, I'll tell you why Lilypad is just so perfect for you." Stark pulled Elizabeth's hand and brought her to an oddly shaped kind of lake. It was just odd but beautiful.
"Remember the little lake close to our village?" He asked her.
"Of course, I loved it! Swimming and fishing in the summer and fishing and ice-skating in the winter."
"Remember the flowers on it?"
"The ones that ate everything they could? Of course I do but I never knew what they were called." She looked sad but in a good way, that lake brought back good memories to her, like their first kiss, the first time they danced together, the day they parted when he was Marked and she knew, just knew in her guts that her day will come too.
"And you know I know why you call me "Tupp". I know it means rooster."
"Of course, you have pride. That's your sin. Your ego is so huge even if you jumped from it you wouldn't land in a thousand years! That's one of the main reasons I love you, too."
"Do you know what your sin is?" He had his cocky smile shinning.
"You tell me!"
"Wrath. You're really calm on the surface but I know you've hit Seoras in the face a million times in your head. And when your anger comes out, it's like a kicking-ass tornado. There is no stopping you."
"How dare you?! But still, I guess you're right."
"And these flowers only eat what goes too close to them."
"Get to the freaking point! Don't go all Gandalf on me!"
"How the hell could you know about that movie?" Stark was just playing curious, trying to distract her.
"Hello, I've been a spirit, I had time to kill. Back to your explanation, now!" She just started getting mad, almost shouting at him.
"See? Pure anger! I love it! I love you for Goddess' sake!" He paused. Looked her intensely in the eyes. "I couldn't call you Liz just like everyone else. I'm too proud of you for that. You're mine just like I'm yours. Forever. You are like those flowers, beautiful and calm but if anyone or anything comes too close to you, let alone your emotions, you just bite them!"
"Right, they look like lilies, I guess. But I'm not a disgusting useless lily pad!" Mad she was. Again.
"They are called "Lilja Pad", you dummy." He smiled lovingly at her, staring deep in her eyes, trying to see any emotion apart from anger.
"Okay, yeah, that's like really sweet actually…"
They stared at each other for a little while. That felt like forever and a second at the same time. Then, Elizabeth opened her mouth in shock like she just saw a unicorn.
"He knew. HE KNEW. I am going to kick him in the throat. That son of a goat! Scottish Bastard! Traitor! "
"Who? No one knew but me, I swear!" His face said it all. He feared for someone's life.
"That night! The 15th October 1341. You told him when you got drunk! He wanted to find the courage to tell Sgiach how much he loved her and as the drunk piece of lying scum you are, you told him! You're a lying liar that lies out of his lying liar hole!"
"It worked, didn't it?" He was peaceful and smiling again.
"Let's go sleep, the sun is rising in twelve minutes and now that you are red and I'm old, I don't want us frying up."
"You just admitted that you were old? To me?" He was purely and utterly shocked.
"Older than you, maybe but I'm still like "I'm-gonna-turn-twenty hot". I, at least, don't look like a child!" She imitated his low voice almost to the perfection.
Stark suddenly looked bigger and meaner. He had a dark halo behind him.
"How dare you! I will chase you until you take it back!" His voice was low, deep, mean. Chills ran down her spine.