Darkness(A Storm and Silence Fanfiction)

Shellshocked

Rikkard Ambrose felt his icy heart clench and then speed up. What would her answer be? It felt as if this were the actual center of his world-not some canal in Suez. 

She opened her mouth and closed it and then opened it again, indecision clouding her chocolate brown eyes. 

"I-I need time. You're a great man, but I need some time to think about this decision before I jump in you see. I still love you, you wanker. Stop making that adorable pouting face again."

With those four short sentences, she made Rick go through a veritable emotional roller coaster. The first two lines? His reaction was pure relief; atleast he still had a chance to make her choose him instead. The third? Despair; if she loved him already, then how could he win her over? As for the fourth line, Mr Ambrose only felt irritation. How was some man making a pathetically weak expression considered attractive? Blasphemous. 

Now that you know Ms Linton likes it, you'll attempt it in the mirror now, won't you Rikky? We all know you luuuuuv her... You're just jealous that Captain Carter has a wider range of expressions than Cold and Artic. 

Not true. In fact, lately he had been positively emotional. Too many little finger twitches-

Among other twitching things...ahem Rikkard Junior.....

-and his icy cold eyes had been roiling like a snow storm lately. This feeling of being out of control of the situation and the amount of desperation was completely foreign to Rikkard Ambrose. He prided himself on remaining stoic and maintains his composure in even the most terse situations. 

He snapped out of his thoughts suddenly as he saw the lone Captain Carter make his way back down the path towards where Rikkard was standing. Ah here was his chance to pound him into a bloody pul- ahem talk to him in a civilized manner typical to affluent men like himself. 

"You're the dirty chav that tried to kill me in the alley last week!"

Rikkard adopted an even colder expression and glared down at the man. 

"Leave her alone. Lillian is my secretary."

"Even if she is your secretary, how does her romantic life pertain to you? She can be with whomever she wants outside of office hours, can she not?"

"No she cannot. This is your last warning Mr Carter. I will tolerate your impudence further."

"I love Lilly you bloody fool. I do not plan on leaving her anytime soon. And you shouldn't care unless you secretly harbor some feelings for Miss Linton." He laughed, a grating, derisive sound. 

"And why would someone like you deserve to be with her? You are even unable to admit the simple fact that you have feelings for her. You are as cold and icy as she is fiery and passionate, you appear to be a chauvinist, while she exemplifies feminism. That simply is a relationship that cannot and should not happen. You would douse her fire with your limitless darkness. Isn't that what we love about Lilly? Her unending passion and fire that engulfs all that she comes into contact with? You would destroy her and she would destroy her. For her sake and yours, leave her alone and let her marry someone that will respect and love her and preserve her fire alive and burning."

With those words, the dejected captain turned and walked away from Mr Ambrose who stood shellshocked at the powerful words spoken by Captain Carter. 

Is it true? Am I really dampening her spirit? Should I let her go to preserve her fire?  Her fiery nature is polar opposite my own icy cold mentality. Would we destroy each other to utter ruin? Or would this passion drive a possibly successful amorous union? 

He was only snapped out of his swirling thoughts by a torrential downpour of rain. Rikkard Ambrose however did not care about the effects of this rain on his brand new ten year old tailcoat and trousers. Instead he shattered on the inside; icy shards were all that was left of his once powerful, cold, and steely heart. A single tear dropped down from his oceanic eyes to join the rain pouring down from the heavens. 

Almost if God himself  mourns the end to this relationship. 

Rikkard Ambrose's lips twitched. There was no God for men like him. If there was, this chain of events wouldn't have occurred, leaving his heart in ruin. 

In the back of his mind he could hear someone calling his name and rapidly running towards him from behind. 

"Mr Ambrose! Mr Ambrose sir? Rikkard! Rikky!"

No answer. Rikkard Ambrose was stuck so deeply in twister of thoughts that almost nothing could bring him back out. 

"Dick! Look at me, you bloody son of a bachelor!"

Only one person would have the audacity to call you that. Could it be? No, it must be some sort hallucination induced by your grief.

When he felt a small, soft hand slip into his larger, rough one, he started. There stood Lillian Linton, as drenched in the downpouring rain as she was looking at him with...love? Could it be? 

"What on earth are you doing outside in this weather Rikkard? You are going to catch a cold, you daft miser."

He didn't reply and instead pulled her in closer to his chest. He wanted, no needed, to feel that she actually was here with him instead of with that Captain. His thoughts were interrupted as she pulled him down into a scorching kiss. 

Their lips molded to each other perfectly and Lilly opened her mouth a little wider to accommodate his probing tongue. He needed to feel every inch of her to ensure she was really here. She didn't question his sudden forwardness and instead responded in kind, nipping his bottom lip with a playful glint in her chocolate brown eyes. They continued their passionate osculation until sense returned to Rikkard's emotion-riddled brain. 

Kissing in the rain are you Rikkard? Very cliché...

She broke the kiss softly and slipped her soft hands back into his and pulled him along gently along the path. He didn't even ask or care where they were going and did not fully gain awareness of his surroundings until they stopped in front of rather small townhouse and Lilly pulled him up the steps to the front door. 

Could it be? Lillian's residence-

"-is my house Mr Ambrose. My uncle is as much a miser as yourself so I think the two of you will get along spiffingly."

She knocked on the door three times rapidly as Rikkard gulped(quite uncharacteristicly). He definitely was not prepared to meet the rest of her ifrit family. 

They stared at the still closed door and Lillian gave his hand a comforting squeeze until the door slowly began to creak open.

Rikkard could only imagine what treacherous dangers lay on the other side of the barrier. 

Authors Note: whoa that was an intense chapter. I'm happy to announce we have officially crossed 500 reads👌

 Yay I'm so happy. Thanks to all of you readers who are sticking with this fanfic😍

What do you think will happen on the 'other side of the barrier'? How will Aunt Brank react?😏