Arranged Allegiances - 1x1 (Don't delete!)

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Giovanna couldn't help but smile slightly as she watched how sweet Ean was towards his little sister; there was a certain tenderness, and a soft expression in his eyes that was suited him very nicely. She watched as he bent down and kissed her on the forehead, wondering what exactly he meant by Annabell 'getting around boys'. How old was she, exactly? She remembered how fondly Ean had spoken of his siters and family when they were back in Mortifer; when she had confessed to him that she had lost her brother only a few weeks earlier. That was the day when everything fell apart.

Once Marietta had left the room, and Ean turned back to face Giovanna, she hesitated as he saw the scowl reform. The affection he felt for his little sister was not there for her. That hurt somehow, although she was unsure why. Silently she bit her lip. He was right... in a way. But admitting so would only encourage him to insult her. "Don't try to tell me that you ever thought of me as more than dirt," she said slowly. "What could you possibly have to say now? You got what you want; you can go home." She turned away, not wanting to see his mocking smirk.

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The scowl that had been present on Ean's face disappeared within an instant at Giovanna's words. "That's not true," he murmured, finally raising his gaze back to meet hers. He remembered distinctly the first moment in which he had laid eyes on her, and how he had thought her eyes were so different, so unique. So beautiful. And he also clearly remembered that morning when he had been speaking with Marietta, and how she had called Giovanna 'pretty'.

Quickly, when he realized what he was thinking about, Ean cleared his mind of those particular thoughts. It was no use thinking such things now, anyway. Or ever, really.

"Those were not always my thoughts, thank you very much," Ean muttered defensively. "And how do you know what I want?" he added as an afterthought. Frankly, and if he was being quite hoenst with himself, Ean knew that he himself was not even completely sure of what he wanted anymore.

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Giovanna blinked, momentarily confused. It wasn't true? Then why had he been acting so since they got there? She allowed a glance over at him, seeing that he had his eyes cast downwards, the scowl disappeared from his features. But then he rid himself of the calm expression, and was once again glaring defiantly. Obviously the momentarily expression of weakness was gone for good.

She laughed, but not a bright, happy laugh; it was borderline insane, and she seemed very upset. "Because you've made it perfectly clear since I met you that I'm not what you want." Why was he acting so sore? This was his own choice. "And now you pretend to be hurt that I'm marrying someone else?"

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"Pretend? Right, pretend," he quickly agreed. Ean was finding it hard to speak now, for it felt as if something had lodged itself in his throat. Swallowing against it, he studied Giovanna for a few more moments before speaking. "Look, you're right. I just thought you were smart enough to realize what Evan is doing to you, is going to do to you. To realize what kind of person he is."

Ean shook his head, and he almost wanted to plead to her to change her mind. Nothing good would come out of their marriage, and even though he was unsure of why he should care, he did not want to see Giovanna hurt. Or even worse, killed. "He's capable of unimaginable things, things I can't tell you, for I don't want to hurt you. but please, belive me for once, Giovanna. He is no good, Evan. No good at all."

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Giovanna's glare faltered for a moment, but soon she was crossing her arms, staring at him right in the eye. He seemed to be telling the truth; at least, that was how it seemed. But why was he telling her any of this? It wasn't as if he cared at all about her; he had just confirmed that.

What did he know? Obviously he as in on some secret about Evan. This made her angry, as he really had no right to know more than she did; after all, Evan would be marrying her. "Not telling me would only hurt me more," she said quietly, her voice like ice. "If you know something that I should, pray tell."

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(( Sorry for the terrible posts today; I'm so out of it today. D: ))

Ean scowled now, turning away. He studied the mostly uneaten breakfast that had been laid out on the table, his eyes searching for a distraction. He wished he did not have to answer, but he knew the type of person Giovanna was. She would keep picking at him until he spoke up. Turning back to her, he studied her now angry face. Despite the anger, her features were still surprisingly soft. Again, however, he pushed such thoughts quickly from his mind.

"No," he finally said, staring back defiantly at her. "Believe me when I say, it's not for your ears. You'll be very unhappy if I tell you." Ean knew that this would only frustrate her even more, but he felt that by telling her, it would only truly upset her. "I'm not going to tell you, Giovanna. I'm sorry."

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(lol me too XD)

Giovanna felt hurt. Hurt that he wouldn't confide in her, and that he didn't trust her; couldn't he see that telling would be the best option? She wanted to know if there was something actually bad about Evan that Ean was actually keeping from her. Somehow that didn't seem likely. What am I doing? I've known Evan all my life. Ean has hated me in the week I've known him... It didn't make sense! Why was she feeling so.. conflicted? As if she felt like she was only fitting in when she was with him?

"I'm already unhappy." Her reply wasn't aimed at making him feel guilty; it was just a fact. And her happiness would not be restored any time soon. "But thanks for trusting me." She shook her head, then turned around completely to face him. "I'm sorry it didn't work out, Ean. I wish you well." With that, she left the room, allowing the doors to close with a snap behind her.

(LETS MAKE EAN STUMBLE UPON EVAN CHEATING )

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(( Sounds good. ;D ))

Ean held back a groan when he saw the expression that crossed Giovanna's face. Yes, she ceertainly was unhappy. But Ean knew with the utmost certainty that if he were to tell her the truth about Evan, and about the things he had done, that it would only make her even more so. And he didn't want that, nor did he want to be the cause of that. Sighing, and running a hand through his hair, he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short by Giovanna.

"Gioanna, look, it isn't like that," he began, but she had already started to walk away. "Wait - come on, now, let me try to-" He stopped at the sound of the door slamming shut. Ean really did groan aloud this time, and shook his head in disbelief. Why was this girl so stubborn, all of the time?

Hurriedly, he crossed the rest of the way to the door. Opening it, Ean found no trace of Giovanna. Thinking on his feet, he chose a random hallway and went down it. It was dimly lit, only by candles, and was clearly deserted. Hoping beyond hope that this was where Giovanna had gone, he began to walk down the hall, trying to be silent. It was not until he heard the sound of a muffled giggle and rustling that he stopped, his heart skipping a beat for a small moment.

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Giovanna didn't look back as she stumbled through the hallways. She just opened the first door that she saw, not really paying attention to the interior of it. Once the tears started, she knew that nothing would stem the flow. She collapsed onto a sofa, her face in her hands. But why am I so... miserable? Her unhappy state seemed to have become even worse - if that was possible - after she talked to Ean. Getting engaged to Evan was bad enough, but she found that fighting with Ean was perhaps even more hurtful. This confused her.

( Meh XD I couldn't think of what to post for Evan, so make Ean just see them and we'll go from there~)

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(( Haha, all righty. C: ))

Ean stayed in one spot, seemingly frozen, and straining his ears to listen for more sounds. He could still hear the muffled giggling, and the sound of clothing brushing against other clothing. Swallowing, he begant to silently walk towards the sound, his eyes narrowed slightly. What was going on?
At the corner, he stopped once more. As quietly, and sneakily as he could, he peered around the corner just slightly. But it was just enough, apparently, for what he saw had him gaping.

Ean watched in both horror and disgust as his own, eldest sister, Annabell wrapped her arms around a man, who had hit lips at her neck. She was laughing breathlessly, and had a grin on her face. Ean knew, and had learned long ago, that he could not control his sister's desires, no matter how hard he tried. And he had tried many times indeed. Just as he was straightening up and about to leave, something caught his eye. The man had blonde hair. Ean's eyes widened in both anger and pure shock as he realized who was standing there, all over his sister. Evan.

Coming out around the corner, his expression was one of pure anger and loathing. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" he shouted, approaching the two.