Morning Ecstasy [Arabella]

[Eldon Sunkiss]

[[ooc: Now that my thread has been by Jake, I have various wounds that, I guess, were more serious than I imagined. So yeah, Eldon is a bit more hurt than I should have portrayed.]] Eldon just lay there on the cool grassy ground. Arabella was there, sitting on top of him. He watched her, not that she was doing anything particularly worth watching. They were watching each other. That was enough. Then she smiled deviously as she leaned down towards him, bumping forehead to forehead, then she said it had been fun. Fun? Fun! Eldon frowned teasingly. "It was... fun?" Eldon frowned more. "Fun... that's all?" Eldon didn't know if that's all there was to it or not. Of course she had fun, but Eldon had something much more than that, surely she did too. "Please, I'm not close to being exhausted." It was a weak, terrible lie. Eldon groaned, he now realized just how badly he was hurt. Even though all the wounds he had recently sustained were of the flesh, the burned without mercy, ached without cease. His chest was hurting, bandaged. He wasn't bleeding again, that stage of the healing process was already passed, but damn, it hurt. "It's not a matter of if, but when. We're reckless (which is why Eldon loved this so much) and careless, we're passionate, but loud. If this doesn't change..." Eldon moved his mouth upwards, catching Arabella's lower lip in between his for a moment before releasing her lip again. "... we will be found, if we aren't already." Eldon smiled through his wounded body's pain, her paranoia was returning now that the heat of the moment was fading. It was of course a little unnerving, but it was also adorable in its own way. "Then this only gets more exciting. Probaly, however, we shouldn't... shouldn't see each other every day. We want to make this last." Eldon obviously didn't like how those words tasted in his mouth. It hurt to admit that to keep this thing, they'd have to separate from it often. Where they might want a nightly rendezvous, they would have to show restraint, control, discipline like that of a religious saint. That would only mean that each meeting would be the raging tempest that accumulated between them over several days of waiting. It would be intense. No, Eldon wouldn't promise they wouldn't be caught. He wouldn't promise that he would win her from Kayiri. He would not promise that he would be able to make her happy for the rest of their days. But there were some promises he could make. Promise to keep this as secret as can be, for the sake of making it last. The promise to fight with all his might to make her his. The promise to always try to be there, always to be who she needed him to be. He would not promise to make an outcome, but he would promise to work, bleed, sweat, and cry over it or fail trying. "You look tired." Eldon smiled, an exciting night, and a very draining morning. He might not recover for another full day.

[Arabella Starweaver]

Arabella giggled at him "Yes, it was fun, lots of fun. You disagree?" she heard the discomfort and that word in his voice, it was cute in its own way. "Fun and crazy and wild and dangerous and sexy" she babbled to him, more cheerful then normal. She knew he lied, his eyes looked so full of exhaustion, she wasn't even sure if he could move her off of him. She took advantage of the situation, still having a small amount of energy left. She pinned his arms down with her hands and kissed him from the lips, to his neck, to his stomach, letting the tip of her tongue trail downwards, stopping at his navel, she layed another kiss. She had that wicked look on her face, playful and teasing. She saw him wince, and concern crossed her face, she moved off of him, inspecting him. "Maybe this is a bad idea, maybe we shouldn't have done all of that, you were hurt before, I'm sure this didn't make it better." she layed her hand on his bandages, Arabella's worry and concern grew as he winced a little again. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry." her smile crumpled, she felt terrible, she should have realized that he was wounded. Eldon was speaking to her again, and what he said hurt more then any wound could possibly harm her. Not seeing him everyday, she wasn't positive that it would be possible for her to just let him go. She couldn't very well go on with her daily life knowing what she had hiding in the shadows. Rage crossed into her body, finally and emotion she could control and that she understood. She shot up and began prancing around like a lunatic. "It's just not fair! This shouldn't have to be like this, I shouldn't have to hide how I feel about you, I'm not some stupid child they can all just control! she was infuriated, no one would keep her from this, not if she had anything to say about it. She was flailing her hands in the air, yelling, not caring if someone heard her. "To hell with rules, I shouldn't have to do what they say, they don't own me! I can do whatever I please, and no one is going to tell me otherwise damn it! No one! Not my father, not my brother, no one!" she was getting louder, her eyes were darkening by the minute, she let the anger fuel her now, feeling it and loving it. "I have a say in my life! It's MY life after all! Me! Not them! They need to see that, I'm not some child they can control!" Arabella had clearly gone off the deep end, she was slamming her hands into her chest with each Me and My she uttered, there were red welts in the shape of her hands from how hard she struck. Never in her life had she felt such outrage, never had she felt like she could take on the world, and she would if she had to. Fear was not going to stand in her way about this matter. Arabella looked down at him, shoving hair out of her eyes and face, she was bright red, covered in bruises and screaming, she looked like a disaster waiting to happen. She had this eerie thoughtful look, she had been tired as he suggested, but now something better then simple adrenaline fueled her. She was outright angry, and shew wanted everyone in her wake to know it. Glaring down at Eldon she spoke "What if I fight for it? I'm 20, they can't force me to stay there if I don't want to, can they?" she would do it to, she wasn't afraid. Not anymore.

[Eldon Sunkiss]

Eldon chuckled as her opinion went from 'fun' to so many different words that he could hardly keep up, but he liked the sound of it. Then she moved again, taking his arms by the wrists and placing them up by his head. To be honest, he could have fought away, perhaps it would have been more fun, but by the gods he was exhausted, hurting, and it wasn't like this was anything unfavorable. No, not by a long shot. "Yes, that's more like it." Whether it was a response to her giggling description of their sex, or just of what she was now doing, was difficult to say. Eldon watched her, shocked now that she was concerned about him. He was, up till now, able to ignore his pain, gladly to. A smile spread across his lips. Sure, he was in pain, but he hadn't any regrets. "Gods, Arabella. You don't even know how good you make feel. This..." Eldon lightly ran his finger across the linen bandaging across his torso. "... isn't that bad. It hurts, but you feel so good. Besides, you weren't the one to hurt me. This happened from, something else." A zith, a monster, the creature that killed his father, who died protecting Eldon, who also almost died anyway. No, it was a grim discussion for another time not now, not yet. He would tell her soon, explain his situation in detail, but for now, he needed to wait until he was ready. Eldon was surprised, shocked, almost disturbed when she stood up and began storming around the small Sunkiss Pavilion. Her voice picked up into screaming, as if it was Him she was furious with. Eldon could tell that her sudden rage was not directed at him, but it was because of him she was upset. If she hadn't met him, she wouldn't feel like she needed him every day. But that was too late, she hungered for him as if she was dying of thirst nonstop and he alone was an oasis for her. Eldon pushed himself off the ground, grunting as he stood up fully. Eldon had to get her to quiet down, this would attract attention. Eldon moved towards her, urging, begging for her to soften her voice. She could rant, Eldon would allow this, but not like this, not here. Not when people might hear them. "Arabella, stop this please. We can't go against your father's wishes. Being an Ankal, he can have the right to deny..." Eldon paused, hesitating on the word. If he said this, there was no turning back, emotionally. "a marriage proposal." Eldon would be willing to marry her if it would get her out of that life she was stuck in. And then? Well, there would be no need for secrecy. It would only be acceptable for them to behind like maniacal teenagers thinking about nothing but sex, love, and sex. Eldon extended his arms, asking for her to walk her naked raging body into his embrace. "Please, come here. I promise I will do whatever I can to not only get your father to accept me as a suitable husband for you, but even your brother. I... I already have something in mind. You're brother and I are friends. There's a very specific hunt he and I must do, for vengeance. If I do this, your brother just might be more accepting of the thought, and with his acceptance, surely your father's would be swift to follow. Will you please wait, give me some time. We must keep up this act, as much as we can, to buy us time. If we are found out, it may ruining your brother's respect for me." Eldon took a deep inhale, hoping she would calm down before someone barged in to see her.

[Arabella Starweaver]

She knew she hadn't caused the initial injuries to him, never would she harm him like that, but her climbing all over him like a deranged monkey probably didn't help. She still felt bad, guilty to have caused the pain to flare up. "Yes but, you are hurting now, because of the movements and the thrashing about, which WAS my fault." she wasn't happy about this, but Arabella knew she had caused him some pain, no matter he said. It was partially her fault. She should have kept her distance a bit more, maybe not been so insistent that there bodies mesh together. He tried to calm her, but she wouldn't have it, and he kept moving around, he could make his injuries worse, she wouldn't have that. The more over bearing and in charge part of her took over "Sit, now, before you hurt yourself more, I've caused you enough pain as it is." she had lowered her voice, but it was firm and dark, it was slightly scary. Her strong will was shining through, she just couldn't let this happen, what he said made sense, but she didn't want to just sit back and have to wait around for these things to happen. Arabella didn't want to wait longer then necessary to be with him all the time, whenever she felt like it. In the middle of her tear she heard it, marriage proposal. She whirled around to face him, face paler and a look of shock plastered on it. "What did you just say?" when he said he wanted them to be together she didn't think he wanted to marry her, she just assumed it was for the sex, and because she was good company, not because he wanted to marry her. Marriage? He shouldn't have to waste his time marrying someone like her, someone now impure, and disobedient, he deserved more. "We can't just get married, it doesn't make sense, I'm not nearly good enough for you, I mean, you're basically and Ankal now, I can't compete with that, I don't have the status to be your wife, you deserve more then me." the words hurt her to say, but they were the truth, Eldon deserved every possibility he could ask for, and she was just not fit for the bill. Her yelling had more or less subsided. Eldon opened his arms to her, but she turned away from him, back facing him now. She just couldn't look at him right now, not after what she had just admitted, what she knew to be true. Thoughts like this are what made her just want to run out of here and never look back, she couldn't have those thoughts if this little affair was going to last. She heard his speech, and she appreciated what he was trying to do, but she wouldn't trap him, she wouldn't keep him stuck with someone like her. He was worried about Kay's respect, good luck, she barely had any respect from him, but perhaps Eldon really had earned it. She couldn't be sure "Oh Eldon, you know you deserve so much more then this, and you can have it, I wouldn't dream of standing in the way of what you truly deserve." tears started to flicker in her eyes, but she held them back with her anger, trying not to show weakness.

[Eldon Sunkiss]

Eldon, quite honestly, was getting tired of this. This panic about his pain, not that it was anywhere near life threatening anymore, only sounded like she was saying 'You are weak, you are hurt, you are pathetic, I shouldn't have done it because of it!' It may not have been so, but that's what he heard, his teeth clenched tightly together as they started to grind back and forth, the sound audibly manifesting in his brain. "Stop that. I am not dying here. I wanted this just as much as you. I wanted you too much to not have you. If you are guilty for giving into me, then I am just as guilty for giving in as well. Arabella was becoming aggressive, angry, bold. When he stood up, she was so bold as to command in, in his own pavilion, to sit down. Eldon was doing everything he could to control her temper before, but now it was his own that was starting to boil over the top. [color=tan]"Don't you dare assume you have any right to command me! I am not some child! I am not some damned pet!" Eldon turned his head, he had to look away from Arabella, breath, calm down. She was being irrational, ridiculous. Eldon was trying desperately to understand her reasoning, her sudden rage, but it wouldn't happen. "Yeah, you heard me. If we're married, there would be nobody to tell you what to do. You could be with me, whenever you wanted. This thing, the sneaking around, it would no longer be necessary. Don't you get it? I don't want what you think is better for me. There is nobody better for me. I don't want some girl that is weak, submissive, afraid to speak her mind. I don't want somebody that just waits around around for me to be randomly ready to take them. Is that really better? An Ankal, that's a joke. My father is dead, died before bringing me into the art of Webbing. I am no more an Ankal than your brother, no more than a newborn child. I may be head of this pavilion, this dying, decaying pavilion, a family that once was known for something. Now... there's me. I've got nobody else here. And, by the gods, look at me. I was barely rescued from the plains, fifteen days ago." Eldon was panting again, he didn't want to tell her, not yet, but she forced his hand. He felt like at the moment he could breathe if he only tried, like smoke was leaking from his eyes and ears. "I don't deserve what I have." Eldon dropped his arms as she turned away from him. He gave up, he didn't have the patience for this. If she wanted to scream and shout and destroy her own pride, he couldn't stop her. Eldon moved across the pavilion, picking up the large blanket from the ground and tossed it towards his cot. His pants that he so casually discarded earlier were, within a few moments, replaced on his body. The then decided ease himself to the ground. Waiting, just waiting until she stopped shouting, whether it was due to her passing out from lack of oxygen, or her just finally using all of that anger she had bottled up. Either way, he waited.

[Arabella Starweaver]

Arabella rolled her eyes, he was trying to tell her off, but she didn't back down from him "Well then maybe it was a mistake, maybe if I have no rights here, then it was a mistake. How would being here be any different from being there? No rights are no rights, plan and simple, it's all the same. You are all the same, clearly." she snapped at him, she didn't need to listen to this, she wasn't going to sit here and take anything from anyone, especially not him. She stomped around the room, grabbing her clothes up and throwing them on as she went. She listened to his speech and rolled her eyes in his face. No one telling her what to do? Then what had he just done? It had hurt more then pissed her off, but she wasn't about to let him know that. "I am sorry about your father, but it will only die if you allow it to, you let everything control you by backing down to a challenge placed before you, sitting around being angry and brooding and sulking at everyone and everything. That's not what your father would have wanted I'm sure, that's not what he built up your family to be. Know what this is? This is weakness. Letting this beat you and make you act this way is weak, you are letting your anger and your fear consume you. Don't get mad at me just because I don't think I'm good enough. I wouldn't be good enough if you'd stop sulking like a child in self pity and act like a real Drykas, be a man, fight for what is yours, not this crap! Acting like this, you know what? You aren't good enough for me, where is your strength and your courage? Your conviction and rigor, its gone, you just let it walk out on you, no one took it, you have given it up. I won't pity you Eldon, not one bit, because you are doing this to yourself!" her words were malicious, and she didn't care, he needed to hear it, needed some sense knocked into him to get that saddness out of his beautiful eyes. Most women wouldn't dare say the things to anyone, let alone a Drykas man, but she wasn't going to let him sulk around. He just didn't understand, why couldn't he see she wanted what was best for him? Arabella let out a sigh, long and drawn out, trying to stay calm. She wouldn't be surprised if he killed her in that moment, her boldness was only so sexy for so long before it got to people. She kneeled down in front of him, kissing the backs of his hands and looking up into his eyes "You sit here so sad like a wounded puppy, but how can you expect your family to live on if your spirit is dying? You are just letting go and letting your hurt and your anger take over Eldon, and you are so much better then that, so much stronger. I just wish you saw in yourself what I see in you, behind the pain, behind the anger, behind the hurt you so obviously carry. You have to let go, and live on, living in the past doesn't make sense." he couldn't stay this way, he was only hurting himself, and in turn that hurt her. "How do you expect to live in the past, and yet gain a future with me?" she kissed his for head, her words were gentler now, soft, she just wanted him to see. She wanted him to understand. Couldn't he see how she loved him?

[Eldon Sunkiss]

Face, red as a tomato. Hands, clenching and unclenching his knees in a maniacal behavior. Teeth, gritting back and forth, grinding and grinding and grinding. His chest was heaving back and forth. Where was she getting all this? Was she some sort of self proclaimed mind reader, a seer of the past and future. Eldon would not speak, he knew that his words would be stained in violence, his speech would be drenched in venom. Where had this animosity come from. Only a little bit ago they were the most beautiful couple. Now they were something else entirely, angry, confused, wanting desperately for this to work out, more for the other than themselves. "I'm all the same as them. If I'm the same, why, tell me; why are you attracted to me? You know it's not true. Rights, there's nothing I am with holding from you. Nothing I wouldn't let you do, yet you accuse me of this?" "Tell me then, what is it I am backing down from? What is it that I am giving into? If I am being weak, I am being foolish, tell me then, what is this challenge before me? Is this about my father's death? This is about the bitterness I hold for losing the one I love? The one that raised me? You can not understand what it is like to lose him. You call this my weakness? Would your brother be not be better for avenging the death of your father? No, this is not weakness, this..." Eldon paused, he was fuming, raging, he wanted to reach out, grabbing the girl by the throat and squeeze until his arm was tired. He wanted to scream, to pick her up and throw her from this place. But to do that would only prove her right. She was wrong, he was certain of it. "I have been fighting, every single day since my father passed. You say I've given up. I say I'm fighting to reclaim a portion of me that was taken. It is not weakness that harbors this hatred, it is the respect and love I have for my father. Just as he would have avenged his, I will avenge mine." Eldon only watched as she waltzed over to him. Now that she had spoken her mind, she seemed cheerful, content, pleased with herself even now that he was angry. At who? Well, certainly at her. But it was more than that, he was angry, he had been, the father's death, his brother's sudden existence. He knew it was there, eating away at him, but she exposed it. She had turned her anger towards being restricted in her own home into this. Eldon's arms trembled in anger. Eldon had to take all the strength he had just to keep his eyes locked on hers. He kissed his hands, but he didn't move. Even as she looked up at him, teased him, he could only glare at her. She had exposed him. She had pried at that shell he had been wearing, the suit of anger, the armor of hungry vengeance, and she made a crack. She widened the crack into a crevice, and in one cataclysmic pull, she had disarmed him. He was wounded, his pride was wounded, his honor was wounded, his self respect was wounded, but it wasn't her that made these lacerations on his character. It was the events that plagued him. They were still so fresh in his mind, still so close in time, they could not be that easily forgotten, but he was opened up now. His eyes glistened with water as if she had literally jammed her fingers into them. "My spirit is not dead. I can't let my father die in vain. It's my responsibility to avenge him. I need to avenge him so I can be at peace." Eldon felt her lips press against his forehead. He couldn't move, she had severed the hamstring, he was immobilized, just sitting, thinking, paralyzed. This woman, barely one hundred pounds, found his weakness, and submitted him with it. "If I bury the past, will you be in my future?"

[Arabella Starweaver]

Arabella watched him, he was furious, she wasn't scared, she knew better, she could hold her own against him if need be. He didn't understand the challenges he had, he didn't see them like she saw them, he needed to stop brooding and think clearly instead of acting this way. She didn't move from where she was, she just kept looking at him. "Eldon, revenge is one thing, but revenge means taking it out on the bastards that did it, not on yourself, look at you, you aren't happy, you aren't even miserable, you're just hollow. You sit there with his void look in your eyes, lost of all feeling and need, I can't stand to see anyone like this, but especially not you." It was true, he just seemed so lost and alone, she wanted to comfort him but she wasn't sure how, she knew the hot heads of the Drykas, and knew when provoked they tend to be more open, to think without speaking. She had gotten somewhere with yelling, but there was another approach she could try, arrogance. Arrogance in women was not generally accepted, especially when they thought themselves higher then men, but he had asked her a question, sh was compelled to answer. She arose to her feet, and clamped her hands behind her back and held her head high. "You're right Eldon, what could I possibly see in you, in your brooding and sulking ways, in your need to be self destructive, I mean, do I really want to be torn down with you? I think not. I deserve more, someone brave and happy and full of life, where is your life Eldon? I haven't seen it, unless of course you count the sex, and even then, you weren't very forceful. You hesitate to take things you want, how can I be with someone so confused, so trivial." she knew it would get to him, she saw the anger in his face. He needed to release what he felt, needed to get angry, needed to just let go of what he was feeling. "Revenge is one thing, but holding the anger in will get you no where, it's eating away at you, look at you, sitting there like you've just been beaten down. Where's your gall now Eldon? You gunna let a little girl talk to you like that? hmm?" she pushed her face back into his "Eldon baby, you can't be happy until you let go of your self hatred, its not your fault. You didn't do this, didn't ask for this, you want revenge? Then get up off your ass and get it, be a man, suck it up, and live your life." she was poking him in the chest with her index finger, still in his face. It wasn't that she had a death wish, thought it certainly seemed that way, it was that she wanted him to come to terms with his life now, to understand his past didn't mean anything for his future. Arabella's face softened now, her eyes were tearing, she had to cry, she was sad for him, sad for herself, after this he would probably cast her out. It needed to be done for his own good though, he needed it. "Eldon, baby, you don't have to sit there and let the anger swell inside. Your safe with me, I'm here for you whenever you need me, forever. To answer your question..." she pulled his hands in hers, forcefully so "I would want to be with you because of what you hide behind all that rage, I saw it there, the love and the need, you're amazing and wonderful and you can be happy if you just let me in. Let me make you happy. I could give you everything you ever wanted and more, because I work to make sure it was so. I know you lost the person who loved you and raised you, but now I love you, but I can't show that to you if you are still full of such hatred and rage for the past. Revenge is sweet, and in time, you will have it, but what about right now? What do you want right now? Don't let chances slip by you, take it for your own without question, without fear. Just claim it."

[Eldon Sunkiss]

She kept going, kept going, kept going. Her words never stopped, his rage would not subside, could not be quelled. Eldon bit down on his lip, hard. The ache soon sent chills through his jaw, tickling sensation down his neck, and a small trail of blood to seep into his mouth. Angry, so angry. She was trying to draw out his rage, if she had been anyone else, anyone besides someone he genuinely cared for, he could have torn her head clean off her shoulders. Gouged their eyes out with his fingers, ripped their jaw from their face and force stones down their throat. Arabella was drawing out the rage in him, but it was only surfacing, not being expelled, not cast away, just to where they could see it, where he could only feel it too well. Eldon was just that. Alone, scarred, hurt. His chest ached, longing for Arabella when she wasn't around, longing for her before they had even met, longing for her when she left even though it had no yet come. She did make him happy, even before his father's death, he had never felt such joy. But now, he hadn't never felt such anger. She was a double edged sword. One part of her was pure innocent ecstasy, the other part was something else entirely. She stood up, and then spoke, crossing the line. With each sentence she inched closer and closer to that border, but now she passed it. Eldon stood up and with one quick firm grasp took a hold of her arm. His hand clenched tight as a vice grip as he peered just into her eyes. It looked like he might have been trying to burn holes right through her. "If this isn't want you want then leave! Go back to that brother of yours! Go to your captivity! Wait for Kayiri to find you the perfect man that will see you only for a son! If that life you so desperately want to leave is better than this, then dwell here no longer!" A tear broke free, falling from the corner of his eye and rolled slowly, painfully down his cheek. His voice was harsh but broken, his words hurt himself. Whether they hurt her or not he wasn't sure. She pushed him off the cliff, plunging helplessly into raging waters below. Eldon's hand released her arm. "On what then do I release my anger upon? Why do you tempt me to violence when I have nothing I can safely purge it upon? You don't know what it is you tempt me to do." Arabella started to prod him vigorously in the chest, the pain of his injuries forcing a wince with each poke. This was a difficult thing for him to grasp, his head hurt, it was loaded with complicated philosophies, unanswered questions, and so on. Eldon grabbed the hand prodding him and pushed it away, as if doing do was some real act of defiance. "Don't push me, Arabella." What did Eldon want? That was perhaps the most complicated question of them all. What did he want? He wanted to hurt Kayiri for letting Raylin almost kill herself. He wanted become a master Reimancer, beyond that of his father. He wanted to be Ankal. He wanted to be respected and honored. He wanted Sama'el to always look at him as a big brother. He wanted Denen to know how grateful he really was, for everything. He wanted to kill the Zith. He wanted to rescue every person in Cyphrus that was enslaved. He wanted to be a hero amongst the Drykas. He wanted Makutsi to recognize him for the faithful follower he was. He wanted to make the Sunkiss name revered. He wanted her, the woman that was on the verge of driving him into a violent frenzy. His eyes had fallen to his hands, held in her own. 'Just claim it'. The thoughts swirled in his head, causing spinning nauseous feeling. 'Just claim it'. That's all there was to it? If you want revenge, you find the bastard and kill him. Eldon's hands tightened lightly around her fingers, he stepped closer, closing the gap between them slightly. "And what do you want?" Most of all, he wanted her to want him.

[Arabella Starweaver]

Arabella could see his anger, could feel it coursing through him, but she held her ground, even when he grabbed her arm so violently she cried out in pain. The bruises that lined it already from earlier made his touch far more painful then us usually would be. He was furious, yelling at her now, and she couldn’t really blame him, she had provoked this. She had no response to what he said to her, even when he told her to leave she said nothing. What could she say? It was a dangerous game she was playing with her own life right now, getting to deep into his personal issues could cost her dearly, but she wanted to make headway with him. She needed him to see her for what she was. She was his friend, his lover, his everything if he so chose. Then she noticed the tear, a shining beacon of hope slid down his face and she melted. She moved her hand up and brushed it away, it was a start, he had to let it out or he would forever be miserable. She wanted nothing more then him, she desired him so deeply she was even willing to put herself in his way and be harmed, just so he could snap out of it. It was clear not many people stood up to him like this, got in his face and demanded answers. Arabella had always had a way of reading people, she just understood emotions when no one said anything about them, and with him she had to use that to her advantage. He stopped her poking, snarling at her almost, and she glared into his face, she refused to show any form of weakness in front of him. Eldon clearly needed someone hard, strong and wouldn’t just run away because he threw a tantrum. ”Eldon, I don’t care who you take this out on, or what you do it to, but you have to let it out, you need to just let go of your inhibitions.” she pulled back away from him, he was so angry, so full of hatred, she probably had to back off before something bad happened. She rubbed at her arm now, it hurt, and was tender, you could see where his fingers had curled around it. She held it up to his face ”Is this how you want to be? You want to be filled with so much rage that you do this?” her voice shook slightly, it had shocked her to see such a bruise upon her. His face was full of confusion, he was thinking to himself, perhaps about what she had said to him, perhaps about killing her for daring to speak to him in such a way. He asked her the same question, his grip on her hand loosening now, the calm seemed to come back slightly. ”I’ve told you what I want from the very beginning Eldon, I want to make you happy, I want all of you or I want none of you. It’s all or nothing here, I gave all of me to you, and let go of what I thought and how I felt in the past, but you can’t do that and feel how I feel until you do it.” she knew it to be true, Arabella had to keep him in the now, he had to drop it all or not be happy. She drew him to her, wrapping her arms gently around his torso and resting her head on his chest ”I love you, and I want to be with you.” praying that he would forgive her for how she had acted, for being in his face like she was. If she pushed him to far he might make her leave, and she didn’t yet want that, she wanted to stay there for as long as he allowed it. She felt tears dripping down her face ”Please, please just let go of the pain.”