Disclaimer: See #1 for it.
#6
Wings, Fear, & Bonds
He was practically dancing down the hallways of the building, his mind focused solely on the lovely blond he'd spent so much time with the night before.
People gave him odder looks than usual as he passed by them, humming and carrying a bouquet of red roses.
Ezekiel Redd gave him a large smile and two thumbs up as they passed each other in the hallway.
Apparently today is just a frabjous day to visit the woman one loves, Jervis mused as he made his way towards the hall where his office was located.
Arianna Fields came shooting out of it like a cat out of water. She looked livid and even sounded like a cat as she hissed something he couldn't understand while heading towards where her desk was.
He grinned when he saw Alice and greeted her.
The moment his eyes landed on the cold and heartless thing adorning her left hand, he heard nothing but the sound of his blood rushing angrily through his veins. His hands clenched tightly without conscious thought.
No angel of his would have clipped wings, he decided, the pain of a thorn in his palm as his rose showed him the ring.
He barely remembered replying to her and entering his office, let alone tossing the now worthless bouquet into the trash.
The bonds of matrimony would weigh her down, clip her wings, and he only wanted to watch her fly.
His mind added that it wouldn't be so if she were with him, if he was her husband. He would let her fly, would never try to tie her down or anything of the sort.
He'd never known fear until he'd seen that horrible metal shackle locked around her finger –something had to be done.
His eyes fell upon his control cards and a most sinister grin spread across his face as a most mad idea came to him.
If the boy wanted his Queen, they'd see who had the stronger will when it came to keeping her.
He dimly registered Dr. Cates coming into the room and beginning to yell at him.
His patience with the annoying woman broke and he slipped a control card behind her ear.
"Oh do be quiet." He paused as another idea came to him. "Come along Dr. Cates. We're going for a little trip."
A/N: Anyone besides me like Evil Jervis? I rather like the way he thinks…well until the horrible Flying Rodent gets mixed up in everything.