Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Charlotte found her anxiety increasing the closer she came to that silhouette. Her hopes rising, her happiness growing. Oh, soon shed be free! Shed be with her Mr. De La Motte! Shed But, this wasnt her Mr. De La Motte though he resembled him so. What was this? What was going on? Heart pounding, mind racing, she suddenly stopped where she was when she heard the voice call out. Something was wrong, was off. Eyes going wide, Charlotte found her throat suddenly going dry. Who was this man? What dastardly thing had he done? Swallowing, her hands beginning to shake, so much fear and worry suddenly coursed over her entire being. Her chest began to heave as she felt her corset squeezing at her body. She was beginning to have trouble breathing. And that voice! Oh, that voice! So familiar, yet so Her Mr. De La Motte! Where had he gone? Where had he gone? Just then, Charlotte caught sight of the ladyfinger. Everything else going on about them suddenly went out of focus, became a blur. This man, whoever he was. He was serious. He would kill her. At that, her eyes began to prickle with tears. Tears which had only just started to spill down her cheeks. Wanting to wipe them away, yet terrified to move, she let them fall. Let them stain her rosy cheeks, now going a stark blanch. Her body was shivering now and it wasnt just from the cold. No. She was afraid. Scared for her life. For her tutor. Mr. De La Motte where had he gone? Suddenly, without knowing why, her mind and body reacting on instinct, Charlotte gave the man a nod. Slowly, so slowly, she backed away, her eyes focused on the gun he held. She took hold of her luggage and headed toward the small dirigible, the one that wasnt Mr. De La Mottes beautiful ship. Oh where had he gone? Tears still falling, her breath catching with each inhale, she reluctantly boarded the airship. Never had Charlotte felt so foolish. Then again, how could she have predicted that something so cruel, so terrible could happen to her Mr. De La Motte? It had been an honest mistake. It wasnt her navet. She was two and twenty! Fully capable of making decisions and using sound judgment. There was no way she couldve seen this coming. Her poor Mr. De La Motte. How she longed to see his face, feel his lips against her hand. Please, Charlotte mumbled. Do not harm Mr. De La Motte on my account. I beg you spare him. Her voice was choked, her crying so very evident. I would never forgive myself voice trailing, she had all she could do to not full out sob. Ill do as you say, if you please please Again she paused, again she had to muster up some small semblance of resolve. Just dont hurt him. I care for him. Charlotte had said it. Admitted that there was a part of her already caring greatly for her tutor. It had been a game, a silly girls game. But over the course of such, in her mind, a tiny seed had indeed been planted. Mathieus eyes, his face. His charm and wit. It had impacted her greatly already. She couldnt lie to herself and hope that the man would come to care for her in return. Though she knew such an idea was only her fancy talking. She was nave in some ways, but she knew the man had only seen her as a potential pupil. But why not dream? Why not pretend? Oh, it hardly mattered now given all this. Now he was in trouble and it was all her fault. Please, sir. Please, Charlotte stammered. Ill do as you say. I will please, let me see Mr. De La Motte so that I know he is all right. I beg of you. Please, sir. Charlotte finished boarding the airship, her luggage securely on deck. Looking over to this heinous man, this man whod taken away her tutor, she could feel her cheeks starting to burn despite how pale shed become. Swallowing, she gave him a low curtsy, her gaze averted to the floorboards beneath her. She refused to rise, to look at this man. She needed to hear his answer before shed do so. Waiting, terrified, she hardly cared nor noticed the view she was giving him. All that mattered was her Mr. De La Motte. Mathieu, her tutor. Oh god, what had she done?!