Control (an Intercomm fic)
Title: Control
Author: eyrial
Word Count: 159
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isabella (mentionls of Thornton and un-named OC)
Genre: General
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Minor Lesbianism
Disclaimer: If I owned/created Isabella, I would be awesome, alas I do not.
Notes: Thank you to bloodredwings for turning this from a cringey grammatical mess into what it is (whatever that may be) and also I can't quite believe I just wrote this. But my plot bunnies are insistant (they threaten me with insanity)
It wasn’t that she desired them, nothing like that; it was only for the power. Her life was dominated by her husband, she craved control. She felt the uncontrollable urge to rebel. This was the best to do. Being with him blurred the difference boundary right and wrong. In a constant power struggle it was only a method to get one over on him.
She gave the coarse but enchanting young servant girl one last appreciative look as she left the room and smiled in satisfaction as she saw the blush creep up the girl’s neck and onto her cheeks. If Thornton would lock her up with no one but women for company she would betray him in any way she could. The roughness of the girl only rubbed salt into the wound of her infidelity for man obsessed by status and birth.
But it was all for him of course. Or was it? She just didn’t know anymore.
Author: eyrial
Word Count: 159
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isabella (mentionls of Thornton and un-named OC)
Genre: General
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Minor Lesbianism
Disclaimer: If I owned/created Isabella, I would be awesome, alas I do not.
Notes: Thank you to bloodredwings for turning this from a cringey grammatical mess into what it is (whatever that may be) and also I can't quite believe I just wrote this. But my plot bunnies are insistant (they threaten me with insanity)
It wasn’t that she desired them, nothing like that; it was only for the power. Her life was dominated by her husband, she craved control. She felt the uncontrollable urge to rebel. This was the best to do. Being with him blurred the difference boundary right and wrong. In a constant power struggle it was only a method to get one over on him.
She gave the coarse but enchanting young servant girl one last appreciative look as she left the room and smiled in satisfaction as she saw the blush creep up the girl’s neck and onto her cheeks. If Thornton would lock her up with no one but women for company she would betray him in any way she could. The roughness of the girl only rubbed salt into the wound of her infidelity for man obsessed by status and birth.
But it was all for him of course. Or was it? She just didn’t know anymore.