Deviant Fate

52 - Progress

*When Gwen says "my parents" she means her aunt and uncle who raised her. When she's talking about her biological parents it will be specified.*

-Gwen-

"You agree?" Arowin questioned.

"I don't... not agree?"

I actually did agree he was too pushy and rash in the beginning, but I didn't want him to find out my hidden motives for actually agreeing. He wanted me to agree to show I was willing to try with him. I was actually agreeing because I wanted to get out of here.

"If I went slower you would settle in and accept your place?" He eyed me suspiciously.

I gritted my teeth at his word choice. Accept my place? As what, exactly? A slave? A prisoner? His whore? Either way I had to play along with his fantasy. I needed him to believe I was starting to warm up to him.

"I think if you weren't so mean I could maybe feel more comfortable around you." Which wasn't far from the truth, I suppose.

Maybe if he had been a nice person from the beginning I could have actually liked him? Where do these thoughts keep coming from?

His hard gaze relaxed and his signature smirk adorned his face.

"It's cute when you say I'm mean." He chuckled. "I'll take things slow with you as long as you cooperate." He offered, while gesturing his hand towards me.

I hated when he wanted to physically touch me, but I had to show I was going along with this. Reaching my hand out I slowly placed my hand in his. He quickly pulled me towards him as I scrambled to catch my balance.

"I'll try." I whispered as I tried to avoid his honey colored eyes. I swear they changed colors every time I looked at them.

He grinned and leaned in for a kiss. I couldn't hide the blush on my face. I unconsciously touched my fingers to my lips as it felt like his were still there. Pulling myself out of my haze, I noticed Arowin watching me with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Let's try and have a conversation. Everytime you respond I'll tell you if it's appropriate or not." He pulled me towards the balcony doors and unlocked them as we stepped out into the brisk cold air. The sight was beautiful I hadn't minded the freezing wind wrapping around me.

I paid no attention to Arowin as he placed something over my shoulders. I couldn't remove my gaze from the snowy mountains. They were so elegant. I felt they were almost mocking me. So beautiful that I could gaze upon them from afar, but not able to reach them. So close, but so far.

"Do you like it?" Arowin questioned from beside me as he rested his hand on my lower back.

I nodded absentmindedly. He gently squeezed my hip and I quickly whispered a quick, "Yes."

"It's almost as beautiful as you... but not quite." He whispered.

I refrained from rolling my eyes.

"Where is your favorite place?" He questioned while turning my body towards him.

My initial thought was anywhere away from you, but I knew that wouldn't be go over well.

"I like grassy fields with no houses or buildings in the distance. I like how the sky meets the grass. Sunny days with big puffy white clouds, or early dusk mornings, when the fog is low and the sky casts a deep violent sheen." I said, reminiscing where I used to live with my parents.

My gaze had drifted from Arowin as I spoke, when I looked back to him he was smiling at me. Not a condescending or mocking one, just genuinely smiling.