08-08-2020, 03:21 PM
#1b2763[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]❝ Joey. ❞ His throat felt somewhat constricted, as if his heart willed him to stop before he made the mistake of proffering a forever with a woman he wasn’t sure he loved. He barely liked her half the time; she was so fiercely beautiful and often too much to handle. So sensitive with all those emotions and yet savage and composed all the same. She confused him terribly and he despised the fact he actually enjoyed being around her sometimes. Other times, it often felt easier to just kill her.
Would he miss her if she was gone?
Usually, he’d say no. Whatever he had with her, he could find with any other woman and be perfectly satisfied but, as time went on with her, he kind of enjoyed the idea of having Josephine Van Doren, the woman that every man seemed to want. He would miss what he had with her, but mainly because it would be such a hassle to start afresh with somebody new. William possessed indolence like it was second nature to him. And, in many ways, it truthfully was; he’d only do something if it was outright necessary for him to do so, otherwise, why should he waste his energy on something which seemed pointless to him?
He despised the concept of commitment, let alone one with a child in the near future, but he’d admittedly been led astray upon mingling with the wrong crowd. A woman who could kiss him as easily as she could slit his throat. Upon learning that he was the father to Joey’s unborn baby, it wasn’t like he could so easily walk away from it as he had once done with Ophelia.
Unlike Ophelia, William was stuck with Joey right here in Flintlock Lodge, plus even when he made the quick attempt to walk away, it felt as if Joey clung onto William for support. She was a desperate woman, clingy even though she’d never dare to express such an opinion of herself. William could feel it as clear as day, though; she could attest to the fact that William was as much to blame and so ought to take on some responsibility, but in reality she was nothing more than a scared young woman who wasn’t resilient enough to live without a pillar of strength like William.
This was not a good foundation for a marriage proposal.
Although he was empty, devoid of all feeling, he could still sense in himself that he was nearly sickened with conflicting thoughts. He didn’t love her, surely - love seemed like such a passionate word when it didn’t sit right with him, that thought of feeling anything for another human being. But, without cringing, he managed to stride through the lounge area where he recalled seeing Joey earlier with a large group of people, before his cerulean blue gaze landed on the heavily pregnant woman. ❝ I have something I need to ask you. ❞ Need - the suggestion of duty and honor as a traditional Stirling family member.
He’d been raised in a way which affirmed the fact that a bastard baby was unacceptable. Marriage before the birth of a child, or at least the intent to marry, was the norm in this bloodline. The child was due very soon - William gave it less than a month before he’d be forced into the role of an active father. The thought alone was horrifying to say the least, but he had to uphold his duties as a Stirling. Tradition over what he truly wished for. And, perhaps in his contemplation, he had in fact foolishly deluded himself into believing that maybe marriage could be all right.
❛ I love you ❜ was only a word; it didn’t have to mean anything.
He’d spent his whole life feeling nothing at all, maybe a couple of baggage on the side would not be too different after all. Admittedly, this whole fiasco had William feeling somewhat uneasy. Legs wobbled slightly, almost astronaut-like, as taut brows bunched together with uncertainty. When he looked at Joey, there was no gleam in his eyes. They were vacant and glazed in the very same way as when he’d kill another person. There was no heartfelt emotion or feeling there; there was nothing there at all.
❝ Stand up. No - I’ll sit down. ❞ He felt almost stupid for the brief fumble, shifting around rigidly before sitting down next to Joey, peering over to her. ❝ I have something for you; I think you’ll like it. ❞ She wanted him around, after all - she’d be stupid to turn him down. Shoving his hand deep into the pocket of his trousers, he felt around for a ring. He hoped it would fit her finger, otherwise she could probably look for another ring which was more suitable. William would guess that he was smiling, a strained closed-lip smile whilst he stalled. He was still for a moment, only then taking notice of the silence in the room as curious eyes began to wonder what he was up to.
Inquisitive fuckers.
Next, he revealed the ring, pinching it between two fingers as he held it out to her. He swallowed hard, intense gaze searching her eyes. With the same lack of authenticity as always, he then proclaimed, ❝ I love you. Marry me, Joey. ❞
Please wait for Scully to reply with Joey first!
Would he miss her if she was gone?
Usually, he’d say no. Whatever he had with her, he could find with any other woman and be perfectly satisfied but, as time went on with her, he kind of enjoyed the idea of having Josephine Van Doren, the woman that every man seemed to want. He would miss what he had with her, but mainly because it would be such a hassle to start afresh with somebody new. William possessed indolence like it was second nature to him. And, in many ways, it truthfully was; he’d only do something if it was outright necessary for him to do so, otherwise, why should he waste his energy on something which seemed pointless to him?
He despised the concept of commitment, let alone one with a child in the near future, but he’d admittedly been led astray upon mingling with the wrong crowd. A woman who could kiss him as easily as she could slit his throat. Upon learning that he was the father to Joey’s unborn baby, it wasn’t like he could so easily walk away from it as he had once done with Ophelia.
Unlike Ophelia, William was stuck with Joey right here in Flintlock Lodge, plus even when he made the quick attempt to walk away, it felt as if Joey clung onto William for support. She was a desperate woman, clingy even though she’d never dare to express such an opinion of herself. William could feel it as clear as day, though; she could attest to the fact that William was as much to blame and so ought to take on some responsibility, but in reality she was nothing more than a scared young woman who wasn’t resilient enough to live without a pillar of strength like William.
This was not a good foundation for a marriage proposal.
Although he was empty, devoid of all feeling, he could still sense in himself that he was nearly sickened with conflicting thoughts. He didn’t love her, surely - love seemed like such a passionate word when it didn’t sit right with him, that thought of feeling anything for another human being. But, without cringing, he managed to stride through the lounge area where he recalled seeing Joey earlier with a large group of people, before his cerulean blue gaze landed on the heavily pregnant woman. ❝ I have something I need to ask you. ❞ Need - the suggestion of duty and honor as a traditional Stirling family member.
He’d been raised in a way which affirmed the fact that a bastard baby was unacceptable. Marriage before the birth of a child, or at least the intent to marry, was the norm in this bloodline. The child was due very soon - William gave it less than a month before he’d be forced into the role of an active father. The thought alone was horrifying to say the least, but he had to uphold his duties as a Stirling. Tradition over what he truly wished for. And, perhaps in his contemplation, he had in fact foolishly deluded himself into believing that maybe marriage could be all right.
❛ I love you ❜ was only a word; it didn’t have to mean anything.
He’d spent his whole life feeling nothing at all, maybe a couple of baggage on the side would not be too different after all. Admittedly, this whole fiasco had William feeling somewhat uneasy. Legs wobbled slightly, almost astronaut-like, as taut brows bunched together with uncertainty. When he looked at Joey, there was no gleam in his eyes. They were vacant and glazed in the very same way as when he’d kill another person. There was no heartfelt emotion or feeling there; there was nothing there at all.
❝ Stand up. No - I’ll sit down. ❞ He felt almost stupid for the brief fumble, shifting around rigidly before sitting down next to Joey, peering over to her. ❝ I have something for you; I think you’ll like it. ❞ She wanted him around, after all - she’d be stupid to turn him down. Shoving his hand deep into the pocket of his trousers, he felt around for a ring. He hoped it would fit her finger, otherwise she could probably look for another ring which was more suitable. William would guess that he was smiling, a strained closed-lip smile whilst he stalled. He was still for a moment, only then taking notice of the silence in the room as curious eyes began to wonder what he was up to.
Inquisitive fuckers.
Next, he revealed the ring, pinching it between two fingers as he held it out to her. He swallowed hard, intense gaze searching her eyes. With the same lack of authenticity as always, he then proclaimed, ❝ I love you. Marry me, Joey. ❞
Please wait for Scully to reply with Joey first!
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TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]