the consequences of rage by pheonix.writing

24 Oct

Arthur always knew when Isabelle had been arguing with her mother.  She was angry when she fought with her father, would ask Arthur leading questions in a fast, staccato rhythm where he had better answer the way that she wanted or she would be liable to turn on him.

But when she argued with her mother, she was livid.  When she got to him, she was red-cheeked and dazzling, fire practically leaping from her eyes.  She was so upset that she wouldn’t even speak at all, or at least not in complete sentences.  Her hands were clenched into fists at her side and she was breathtakingly beautiful, but there was almost nothing he could do that would make her feel better.

He started off entirely wrong today.

“Isabelle–”

She rounded on him furiously.  “Don’t call me that!” she spat.  “It’s not my name.”

“Isa,” he continued apologetically, “you know I’ll do anything I can to make you feel better.”

She’d been introduced to him as Isabelle, and by the time that he’d learnt that the ending had been tacked on so that it wouldn’t sound German, he found it difficult to alter in his mind.

He could guess what they had been arguing about because it was always the same, but it was not a discussion that he wanted to leap into the midst of.  She already knew that he agreed with her; the problem was that her parents did not.

Her eyes alighted on his suddenly, burning brightly.

“You’d do anything?”

Arthur had a fleeting wish that he could rescind the words, but they had already been spoken.  Truthfulness had always been key when dealing with Isab–Isa.

“Anything,” he confirmed solemnly.

Quite suddenly, she smiled at him.  “Marry me.”

He stared at her, dumbfounded.  “I beg your pardon?”

“Marry me.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

He didn’t think he would ever be able to express how much.

“Then there’s nothing to consider.  Marry me.”

Arthur had known from the moment he first laid eyes on Isa that he wanted to marry her.  At no time had he considered the proposal going anything like this.  She was just sixteen, and–

“Isa,” he began cautiously.

Her nostrils flared and she took a step back from him.

“Fine,” she gritted out.  “That’s fine.  I–”

He caught her by the upper arms as she tried to turn away, and as she struggled to pull out of his grasp, he leaned down and sealed his lips over hers.

She stopped fighting abruptly, suddenly twined all around him, fingers clutching at his shirt, mouth soft and pliant beneath his, the taste of her sweet and perfect, and he knew that he was going to do everything she wanted.

When he drew back so that they could breathe, her colour was still high, but she didn’t look angry anymore.

“You’re parents don’t approve of me,” he reminded her.

Her eyes flashed again. “My parents want me to ‘contract a sparkling alliance and restore the family honour’.” Her hands had clenched into fists again, though they were still wrapped up in his shirt.  “There’s nothing wrong with our family’s honour, and I intend to marry as I desire.”

There was a little part of Arthur that wondered if Isa desired marriage with him largely to spite her parents, but he knew whathe wanted.

“If you’re certain.”

A chance for her to repent of her rash words.

She didn’t look the slightest bit doubtful.

“I’m going to learn German and teach it to our children.”

What could he possibly say? If her mother had fought for any of her heritage, Isa might not be here right now, but it was the one thing that Isa wanted. Any mention of political climates only infuriated her.

“Whatever you think is best,” he agreed.

Isab–Isa smiled at him, and Arthur could not help but smile back, determined to keep that smile on her face.

~*~

Adam’s gran, Isa, was heard in last week’s story, Flustered.

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  1. Unexpected Alliance by phoenix.writing « the character project - December 12, 2010

    […] Aiden, Zita, and Isa have been seen previously in Blame Aiden, Flustered, The Consequences of Rage, Multiplication, and Good […]

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