Annalise || Isabelle || Jason
Jason
He walked out, or ran out really. He left to find Analise awake. "She left," Analise whispered because of the still sleeping Gabby. She seemed to have been awake for a while, the paper Jason had brought her had a sketch on it where it sat beside her on the table. Jason smiled at her, giving her a nod of thanks. He wondered if Analise knew of anything about the relationship. She seemed better, color had returned and she seemed alert, back to normal almost. Jason was thankful too, if she had been hurt badly, others would be hurt for her, not wanting to see her pain.
Jason didn't comment as he observed Sebastian's face on it. Jason nodded, going to sit behind his desk, ignoring the papers as he rested his head on the wood, sleeping some more in his exhaustion. When Rielle entered again, Jason didn't wake. When the English diplomats and Sebastian entered, Jason popped up, alert and reaching for a hidden compartment on his desk. Why was he reaching for every hidden knife he had? He had done it twice in the past twelve hours and he hated the paranoia he felt slowly overcoming him. It really did make his life uncomfortable and stressful.
Annalise
Jason watched the display, relaxing as he watched to make it look less stressful to himself. Jason saw Analise out of the corner of his eye, watch the exchange for a moment before looking away, taking the drawing of Sebastian back up and began to add more details, not looking at the man. She drew his features delicately, wanting to rip the paper out though Jason didn't know this. Analise really wanted to throw the paper at Sebastian, or out the window, she wanted to forget him at the moment, seeing him seem to push her away more and more. She hated the jealous feeling she felt overcoming her but couldn't help it.
The tension in the air was not difficult to feel. Jason smiled slightly, laughing to himself at how awkward their lives could get. Jason watched, growing anxious as he saw Rielle snap slightly. He himself would have too if it had been his best friends that were kidnapped, Rielle and Sebastian probably. Jason would do anything for them, within reason, and knowing they were in danger, he would snap at anyone who made a jab at him about them.
Isabelle
Isabelle called out when she felt the knife on her arms, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Isabelle pulled, trying to get herself away. "You b@st@rd," Isabelle hissed between her teeth as she struggled. "I don't know anything that England can use against France or Scotland," Isabelle managed, not wanting the knife again on her skin.
She already hated it had cut her shirt. She felt one of the fellows behind her lifting the back of her shirt, resting the fabric around her neck in a bunch as he pulled out another knife and trailed it lightly down her back, threatening her more. "Rielle and Sebastian are seeing others," Isabelle let out, hating herself for it. She clamped her lips together, refusing to say who as she felt a prod in her back for more.
Jason
He walked out, or ran out really. He left to find Analise awake. "She left," Analise whispered because of the still sleeping Gabby. She seemed to have been awake for a while, the paper Jason had brought her had a sketch on it where it sat beside her on the table. Jason smiled at her, giving her a nod of thanks. He wondered if Analise knew of anything about the relationship. She seemed better, color had returned and she seemed alert, back to normal almost. Jason was thankful too, if she had been hurt badly, others would be hurt for her, not wanting to see her pain.
Jason didn't comment as he observed Sebastian's face on it. Jason nodded, going to sit behind his desk, ignoring the papers as he rested his head on the wood, sleeping some more in his exhaustion. When Rielle entered again, Jason didn't wake. When the English diplomats and Sebastian entered, Jason popped up, alert and reaching for a hidden compartment on his desk. Why was he reaching for every hidden knife he had? He had done it twice in the past twelve hours and he hated the paranoia he felt slowly overcoming him. It really did make his life uncomfortable and stressful.
Annalise
Jason watched the display, relaxing as he watched to make it look less stressful to himself. Jason saw Analise out of the corner of his eye, watch the exchange for a moment before looking away, taking the drawing of Sebastian back up and began to add more details, not looking at the man. She drew his features delicately, wanting to rip the paper out though Jason didn't know this. Analise really wanted to throw the paper at Sebastian, or out the window, she wanted to forget him at the moment, seeing him seem to push her away more and more. She hated the jealous feeling she felt overcoming her but couldn't help it.
The tension in the air was not difficult to feel. Jason smiled slightly, laughing to himself at how awkward their lives could get. Jason watched, growing anxious as he saw Rielle snap slightly. He himself would have too if it had been his best friends that were kidnapped, Rielle and Sebastian probably. Jason would do anything for them, within reason, and knowing they were in danger, he would snap at anyone who made a jab at him about them.
Isabelle
Isabelle called out when she felt the knife on her arms, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Isabelle pulled, trying to get herself away. "You b@st@rd," Isabelle hissed between her teeth as she struggled. "I don't know anything that England can use against France or Scotland," Isabelle managed, not wanting the knife again on her skin.
She already hated it had cut her shirt. She felt one of the fellows behind her lifting the back of her shirt, resting the fabric around her neck in a bunch as he pulled out another knife and trailed it lightly down her back, threatening her more. "Rielle and Sebastian are seeing others," Isabelle let out, hating herself for it. She clamped her lips together, refusing to say who as she felt a prod in her back for more.