[Orific] Bring The Man Down

Vianna Orchidia (c) 2012

Bring The Man Down

Warning: this is written in a whim of fury. Be careful of some colorful words. Flashfic. No real plot.

She was damn annoyed. What the hell?! She screams in her mind. I'm not doing that. Never.

But truth defied her. Truth was, she was walking down the stairs, as good as descending to an awaiting hell. No matter how much she complained, her legs still moved in perfect accordance, giving her a graceful outlook. Even her facial muscles didn't give into her inner emotion. Only her eyes, shining bright green, indicated the fury.

Shit, she cursed. I'm doomed. She cringed at the sight of her supposed 'fiance' downstairs, looking up at her expectantly. Ugh. How she hated expectations. She'd had enough of gleaming eyes directed at her. She'd had those since childhood. Even before she could recognize them, people had started to expect her doing things.

Only because she was the sole daughter of the Archduke. Ha. What a joke.

And now, her parents wanted her to marry some random man—random for her, though 'a notorious and decent noble' for her father. She suppressed a groan at the memory. No more opposing him directly. The slap back than was terrible, it left her sleepless for nights.

But still. She didn't want this. She didn't want marriage. And she couldn't help but blaming that 'noble man' for forcing her into marriage like this. She knew it's not her place to, and he wasn't really guilty for that, but—well, she didn't know who else to blame. Her parents were out of list in the first place.

As her mind drifted here and there, her body and her reality had met their end. Or so she thought, as the man offered his hand as soon as her shoes reached the floor. Before giving him her hand, she took her sweet time inspecting his features.

Not really handsome, she decided. His eyes were too close, and the brows made him look like he's furrowing all the time. His nose was pointed. His lips held a shade of dark red, and she could immediately imagine smoke puffing from behind those lips.

Holy shit.

Well, what could she do now, anyway? So she held out her hand, to have its knuckle kissed softly by him. At least he does know his attitude.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Senorita,” he hummed in a sing-song, and she didn't like his tone. She didn't know which accent he had, but clearly it made her flinch of disgust.

“The pleasure is mine, Signore,” she nodded, silently wishing that he would just let go of her hand. She had to click her tongue in disappointment though, because instead of letting go, he had put her hand around his arm, looking very smug. Being able to have the Archduke's daughter around his arm was a great pride, she supposed.

But being around this man's arm was a great humiliation for her. Seriously.

Right, right, now's not the time to say shit and fuck but she needed think how to get away from this.

-FIN-

A/N: 

Hell yeah. Damn emotions are the best inspiration and mood-maker. I was very very annoyed by one of the tutors in my course. He talked as though I knew nothing. About tenses. 

Ha. As if. I know my fair share in English, including tenses, thank you very much. 

Sorry sir, but English is my thing and I can't stand you looking down on me (either on purpose or not). I know I was kinda rude with you but well, couldn't help it. At least in the end I tried my best to suppress my annoyance.