Eloquence

Eloquence Chp.4

                                                                    Chapter four.

                                                       Eloise feels a burning passion.

                                          Burning passions are almost always acted upon.

                  Society refuses to acknowledge burning passions for what they are. Inevitable.

Looking at Mr Remington I could see the frightened little boy that resided behind his eyes. In this unguarded state I could really see how young he was, how close to my age he actually felt. My Father was grilling the poor boy to no end, I knew what this meant. He was considering I marry him. For some reason when I looked at him I both recoiled in horror and flushed with joy.

You can't marry him Eloise. You can't! My inner monologue was back and telling me what to do once again. Why? Why can't I marry him? Because even though I felt this horror I still remembered those little shocks that his name sent through me and the...desire that he shocked into me. I could feel tearing inside of me, tearing that signalled that my body was choosing different sides of the arguement. His hand stretched up to his hair once more and I couldn't help but smile at how nervous it made him look.

"So where do you live Mr Remington?" Remington glanced at me but looked away quickly shoving his hand through his hair violently for the second time in the space of seconds. A habit indeed.

"Well I have just moved into town. My family live on the outskirts of here, our house is our heirloom, we don't particularly want for anything but I wanted to find my own way I'm sure someone of your age can understand. Of course not that I'm calling you old but I-," Mr Remington popped his mouth shut cutting off his rambling blushing at my Father before quickly glancing at me, the hand that had been stretching toward his hair froze as his gaze held mine. His dropped his hand to his side, and I felt my cheeks rushing with colour.

Stop it! You're only doing what he wants. My thoughts felt more curious and detached then ever before. The soup in front of me went untouched as I slowly twirled the spoon through the green mixture, I dropped my eyes to my plate jumping as the door behind me flew open and a brunette breezed into the room with a flustered Mabelle trailing after.

"Miss you can't just walk in he-," Mabelle looked at Father going pale.

"Jaaas!" I watched the girl run to a flustered 'Jas' throwing her arms around him, I listened to her long tweak of the 'a' shivering as the sound grated against my ear canals in a 'nails down a chalkboard' fashion. His first name did things infinitely less appealing to me then his second.

"Iris!" Jas caught the trembling girl in his arms standing to accommodate her unusually tall physique. I looked at the girl feeling a stab of something in my chest. It felt like a curling hand squeezing nails into my heart when I watched her in Jas's arms. She had milk pale cheeks and was wearing elegant pearls around her slender neck, she wore a black dress which should've looked morbid on someone of her colour but somehow she oozed grace.

"What is going on here," My father stood slowly scaring me keeping me rooted to the spot. Iris dropped to the floor at Jas's feet and began sobbing quietly.

"Jas y-you need to come home, Chastity has fallen ill. It is her! Eme-"

"Emeline," My father hissed the name over Iris and hurried over to her quivering form, "She is back? It is okay child I know of her. I've had meetings with her even," My father pulled Iris to her feet and Jas quickly whispered in his ear, he nodded slightly, "I shall sleep on it, we all shall. Iris you shall have Eloise's room as it is the only safe one. Jas can spend the night with me in my study. We shall decide tonight." I wonder where you will sleep. Me too.