Not my brain!!
The last two weeks have successfully eaten my brain. I also have knots throughout my shoulders, back and legs. There really isn't much of me feeling great, actually.
Still, as there is a football game going on while I am at work, I get lots of "free time" to post what I've been writing in class - when I should be listening, yeah I know - since no one is in the building.
So here is the next chapter: Misguided
There were tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, and Haruhi was beginning to feel panicked.
“But I love you,” he tried, and she flinched; while she had done nothing to encourage him or to make him feel that way, there was guilt hovering somewhere.
Not enough, though, for her to make a stupid decision.
“I’m honored,” she began, and then quickly added, “but,” as he looked up, hopeful.
“But I have no intention of marrying this Season. I am just here to support my father,” she explained, trying in vain to pull her hand from his grasp.
Despite his soft fingers and softer appearance, though, he wasn’t weak.
And she wasn’t getting loose.
Haruhi glanced around, feeling the urge to run grow upon her, as the chance someone would stumble upon them in this position grew.
Much as she had grown used to Lord Suou’s strange ways over the past month, she was not prepared to grow used to them for the rest of her life.
Then her eyes fell upon the unmistakable form of Lord Ootori, standing a ways behind the other lord, a strange expression on his face that didn’t change when she met his gaze.
There was a tug at her hand, and her face, unknowingly, showed her dilemma.
The smallest of smiles began on the other lord's face, and she watched it with horrified recognition.
She was, essentially, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Haruhi very carefully did not think about why the devil was looking like the more appealing choice.
The gaze that settled on her as they walked back to the ballroom was one of arrogant possession.
And she knew she had to deal with that, right away.
“I am not marrying this Season,” she informed him, and broke from his side as soon as they reached the balcony.
She missed the real smile that followed in her wake, one of amused relief. And still tinged with possessive desire.
A/N: It’s up to you to decide which one of them is more misguided in their thinking… ;D
Still, as there is a football game going on while I am at work, I get lots of "free time" to post what I've been writing in class - when I should be listening, yeah I know - since no one is in the building.
So here is the next chapter: Misguided
There were tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, and Haruhi was beginning to feel panicked.
“But I love you,” he tried, and she flinched; while she had done nothing to encourage him or to make him feel that way, there was guilt hovering somewhere.
Not enough, though, for her to make a stupid decision.
“I’m honored,” she began, and then quickly added, “but,” as he looked up, hopeful.
“But I have no intention of marrying this Season. I am just here to support my father,” she explained, trying in vain to pull her hand from his grasp.
Despite his soft fingers and softer appearance, though, he wasn’t weak.
And she wasn’t getting loose.
Haruhi glanced around, feeling the urge to run grow upon her, as the chance someone would stumble upon them in this position grew.
Much as she had grown used to Lord Suou’s strange ways over the past month, she was not prepared to grow used to them for the rest of her life.
Then her eyes fell upon the unmistakable form of Lord Ootori, standing a ways behind the other lord, a strange expression on his face that didn’t change when she met his gaze.
There was a tug at her hand, and her face, unknowingly, showed her dilemma.
The smallest of smiles began on the other lord's face, and she watched it with horrified recognition.
She was, essentially, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Haruhi very carefully did not think about why the devil was looking like the more appealing choice.
The gaze that settled on her as they walked back to the ballroom was one of arrogant possession.
And she knew she had to deal with that, right away.
“I am not marrying this Season,” she informed him, and broke from his side as soon as they reached the balcony.
She missed the real smile that followed in her wake, one of amused relief. And still tinged with possessive desire.
A/N: It’s up to you to decide which one of them is more misguided in their thinking… ;D