Thread: The Witch and the Alchemist (closed)

The look on his face when she slapped him was a bad sign but she didn??t pay any attention to it as she went on about things. You??d think that the boy had never been slapped before from that look. However it wasn??t the look on his face that was concerning her at the moment, it was the words coming form his mouth. ??Landon I know you are not trying to take advantage of me...? she began, trying to calm him. She didn??t mean to enrage him so and she wished that there was some way she could figure out exactly what set him off. She could not help but stifle a laugh when he mentioned Father Justin in the way that he did. Had the father heard him say that, he would have been furious. The look on his face would have been absolutely priceless. But that didn??t happen instead things took a worse turn. What he said next caught her far off guard. She was frozen for a moment, as if she could not believe that was said and was trying to see if it was untrue... it wasn??t. To these words she had no reply, she was stunned to silence. His words may as well have been a dagger to her. They were sharp and sliced through her as if she was made of butter. She didn??t say anything as he left but she did look down, deeply hurt by his words. ??I-I wasn??t trying.... to insult him... I just wanted to make my point...? Then she looked up at Abigail, the hurt all too clear in her eyes and displayed all over her face. She was hurt and upset and wished that she could fix this. ??Abigail.... he knows I trust him.... right?? she asked the woman. She was just so unsure now. Landon was the one that he been there when she woke up... even of she had thought him to be a thieving pervert at the time... He had defended her in trial and he saved her life. He went up and beyond what any man had ever done for her. If he was holding the rope to the guillotine??s blade she would trust him to find some way to get her out of there without releasing it. She looked down at herself. His blood still ran through her veins, her blood was in his. She trusted him. A witch would never let anyone carry their blood unless they trusted them. ??I-I know he??s a good man... He would never try and take advantage of me. If he wanted to he already had plenty of chances and he didn??t...I-I just could sit here and let him bathe me too...? her voice held the hurt she felt in her heart. She kept her eyes down, looking at the floor. She felt wounded, like a beaten dog unable to understand what it had done so wrong. His words just played again and again in her mind. What was so wrong with her as a bride? Maybe not his bride, diffidently not his bride according to him, but someone??s surely... right? She was beginning to wonder if she would ever see the day when she got to wear a beautiful white dress and walk down the isle to a man the would love her for who she was. It seemed, for some reason now more then ever, that the day may never come. It seemed like she would never get to be a bride. She kept her eyes on the ground, suddenly feeling as though she was going to cry. Her eyes burned for tears but she willed them back. She didn??t want to start crying over this, no matter how deeply his words cut her. She turned her gaze up to the woman, her gaze was more then sad and hurt, it was also doubtful. ??I...I did the right thing....right?? she asked the woman, now wondering if she should have just let him bathe her to have avoided this.