Sorry it took so long! Oh, and by the way, Schuyler is pronounced Shoo-lur.
Bubba's Revenge!
Arianne stared. First, at her father, who had just said some words that should not even be spoken in the same breath, let alone in that ORDER. Second, at her mother, whose eyes held pity and something else. Then, Arianne looked at her sister, who was crying. She knew how Arianne felt about Schuyler. Kerry understood. Finally, Arianne turned to face Schuyler. His eyes caught her attention first. So many girls she knew would swoon and sigh over those eyes, but not Arianne. She looked a little deeper. She saw it. It was cleverly disguised, but she had seen it before. The evil was there. It told her the reason that Bubba was no more. It told her that Bubba would not be the last.
The facade that he put on infuriated her. He increased the layers that covered the evil. He smiled charmingly and took her hand. Arianne was made to sit with him like that for the dinner that was held in honor of the guests. (The wedding had not been announced formally yet.) Schuyler held her hand under the table, occasionally stroking her knuckles. He was very "friendly", trying to engage her in conversations about topics that she was interested in. Arianne, being sickened, played with her food, never really taking a bite. Whenever Schuyler talked, she flashed her most faux smile and nodded occasionally.
She would have slapped him when he stroked her hand, because she knew his game. His touch was not loving, nor his gaze. However, the others present did not know of his mockery. She attempted to pretend not to notice it, and stared down at her plate, purple with rage. When they finally left, Schuyler dropped behind his parents, and strode to the doorway to the fief, where Arianne was standing. He smiled a dashing smile and stopped about 3 feet from her. He said in a well-oiled voice, "I thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with you, Arianne." Arianne shuddered at the lack of formality that he used. He however, seemed to think nothing of it and continued. "I fear that I will not last until Midwinter, and will, like a flower, wilt without the presence of your sunlight." His smile broadened and he took her hand and kissed it, his lips no warmer than the first time, clearly displaying the insincerity of his words.
Arianne displayed her most insincere smile and replied, "You are kind to pay me this attention. I am fairly sure that you will not be wilting anytime soon. Good day to you, Schuyler." Then, disgusted, Arianne curtsied gracefully, swooped back into the castle, and slammed the carved oak door.
Bubba's Revenge!
Arianne stared. First, at her father, who had just said some words that should not even be spoken in the same breath, let alone in that ORDER. Second, at her mother, whose eyes held pity and something else. Then, Arianne looked at her sister, who was crying. She knew how Arianne felt about Schuyler. Kerry understood. Finally, Arianne turned to face Schuyler. His eyes caught her attention first. So many girls she knew would swoon and sigh over those eyes, but not Arianne. She looked a little deeper. She saw it. It was cleverly disguised, but she had seen it before. The evil was there. It told her the reason that Bubba was no more. It told her that Bubba would not be the last.
The facade that he put on infuriated her. He increased the layers that covered the evil. He smiled charmingly and took her hand. Arianne was made to sit with him like that for the dinner that was held in honor of the guests. (The wedding had not been announced formally yet.) Schuyler held her hand under the table, occasionally stroking her knuckles. He was very "friendly", trying to engage her in conversations about topics that she was interested in. Arianne, being sickened, played with her food, never really taking a bite. Whenever Schuyler talked, she flashed her most faux smile and nodded occasionally.
She would have slapped him when he stroked her hand, because she knew his game. His touch was not loving, nor his gaze. However, the others present did not know of his mockery. She attempted to pretend not to notice it, and stared down at her plate, purple with rage. When they finally left, Schuyler dropped behind his parents, and strode to the doorway to the fief, where Arianne was standing. He smiled a dashing smile and stopped about 3 feet from her. He said in a well-oiled voice, "I thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with you, Arianne." Arianne shuddered at the lack of formality that he used. He however, seemed to think nothing of it and continued. "I fear that I will not last until Midwinter, and will, like a flower, wilt without the presence of your sunlight." His smile broadened and he took her hand and kissed it, his lips no warmer than the first time, clearly displaying the insincerity of his words.
Arianne displayed her most insincere smile and replied, "You are kind to pay me this attention. I am fairly sure that you will not be wilting anytime soon. Good day to you, Schuyler." Then, disgusted, Arianne curtsied gracefully, swooped back into the castle, and slammed the carved oak door.