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Her family members filter out of the room, no doubt enjoying her misery. She pleads for her sister to stay, frantically grasping the sleeve of her shirt, but to no avail. Her younger sisters gallop out of the room giggling, with her mother trying to shoo them out quicker.
She sits at the table, and turns toward her father who begins to leave his chair slowly. As he stands, she gives him a look of desperation, begging him through her eyes not to leave the room. Alas, he cannot be persuaded to stay and reluctantly leaves his daughter alone in the dinning room with the suiter.
She leans back into her chair slightly, her back stiff with anxiety and pure dread. She attempts to leave the room, in one movement leaving her chair, but she finds him standing less than two feet from her. Just the sight of him made her spine stiffen more, and she looked into his eyes with distaste then quickly diverted them and descended once again into her chair, the hairs on her neck bristling.
She placed her hands into her lap and tried to act polite, but her eyes stared forward, wide with absolute shock, resembling a trapped animal that needed to escape. She stared intently at the china on the table, refusing to meet his gaze as he took a step towards her, apparently in no rush. He held out a single flower plucked from the garden and laid it on her plate. She glanced down at it, her mouth agape. She could not believe what was happening, none the less believe who this was coming from.
The suiter said a few words to try and break the ice, mostly unwanted compliments and pleasentries that she had no use for. He then kneeeled before her which startled her as she arose suddenly, pushing back her chair while he kneeled in front of her. She pleaded for him to stop, her expression shifting from shock to incredulity as she observed the rediculous scene. He persisted, though, and after making another odious line of praise, the fire inside her that had been smothered by disbelief was rekindled at his perseverence.
He seemed unwavering as she explained all the reasons she could not accept him, but he became less sure of himself. His impertinance gave her more reason to refuse him as all her incredulity was burned off by her desire to make her point. She finally fled the room, once more cementing her decision to not marry him.
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For 10 points, which movie/book is this scene from? I just felt like writing it. Not anything special.
 Qua Quidam · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 10:42pm · 2 Comments |
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