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#2963619 Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

Posted by Noelle on 09 August 2017 - 12:50 AM in Silver Quarter

Ulrich looked at Broderick, giving a dramatic gasp when he said he didn't know Isabelle. His head jerked to the group Broderick was with, grinning widely as he gave an abrupt, "Hope you're having a time or something!" before immediately turning back to Broderick and trotting away with him.

Broderick was one of the Fun Cousins, but he seemed even more fun now, what with the being grateful and everything. Ulrich wasn't entirely sure why his cousin wanted to be saved by pretty girls of all things, but his warning painted a bit of the picture.

"Well I could see that!" He said, waggling his eyebrows, "But you make that sound like a bad thing. Were you being bullied cousin?"

He said it like a joke, but there was a thread of worry in it, even so. Aveline Sureau, Daerra Elariel. He only knew the names, not the people behind them. Rising stars of the generation he'd just missed being in, it was a bit scary to be warned away from them. What if one tried to talk to him? Was he supposed to run away?

His thoughts continued their spinning, random and nonsensical, even as he hurried on, "Isabelle will be with Aunt Gisela, though! Please... tell me you know who Aunt Gisela is. Other wise I think we're at a brick wall here. Unless she's with Father but--" he threw a quick, tin-enhanced glance, "She isn't so..."

The tin was still burning in his stomach--hidden by copper of course!--and it had this wonderful habit of making even the barest look crystal clear. The kind of thing you tended to get when whirling wildly like he was. Making it very easy to pick a face from the crowd.

"Isabelle!" He called, waving wildly, "Over here!"

#2963532 Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

Posted by Noelle on 24 July 2017 - 12:47 AM in Silver Quarter

Alistair had thought--incorrectly, as it turned out--that Ari had calmed down by the time they found somewhere private to talk. There'd been no more outbursts, no more words at all, in fact. He had thought her surprise had finally left her, and with it--well, he wasn't sure. Alistair had no idea what to expect, but had he tried to, it certainly wouldn't be what actually happened.

Her tears were so shocking that for a moment--just a moment--he didn't really register what she said, but when he did?

"What? I--what?" It wasn't especially eloquent, but it was all he could muster at first as Alistair stared at her. She looked scared. Terrified, even. As if she might bolt away any second.

It was reflex to put his hand on her shoulder, but that brought him closer to her. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, and his throat closed.

How many times had he wished to be near her, again? How many times had he hoped to see her, or hear something not unlike what she had just said? Wished, dreamed, hoped, but never really believed, and yet... here it was.

"I... don't understand," he spoke slowly, carefully, trying to keep his voice level and calm, "You were never--horrible? You? Saying no, turning me away, that wasn't horrible, it was heartbreaking. But that doesn't mean I'd--Ari. Ari, I'm right here. You can talk to me now. Please... please explain."

#2963529 Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

Posted by Noelle on 23 July 2017 - 06:08 AM in Silver Quarter

Alistair looked over at Ari, stunned.

There was a hitch in her voice that had drawn his attention at once. He couldn't stop himself from looking at her, and regretted it almost immediately.

She was close, so very close, but it was not just that. Her eyes weren't full of disdain or pity or anything of the like. She simply looked...sad. Guilty, even. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her look that way before, and it hurt.

Yet, even as he looked at her, his neck prickled with the knowledge that they were not alone. The noise of the ball surrounded them, but it wouldn't hide them.

He swallowed what he might have said, and tried--very gently--to pull them back into motion. Somewhere quieter. They had to go somewhere quieter.

In the meantime, all he could offer was a few gentle words, "Do I need a reason to want you to be happy, my lady?"

#2963412 Over You

Posted by Noelle on 08 April 2017 - 05:25 AM in Non-Canon RP

She still his breath away.

He hadn't been looking for her. He'd just been surveying the crowd, trying to do something, anything, to avoid looking at Caden and his Fathvell girl. Then their eyes had met, only a moment, so fleeting that he'd have been able to trick himself that it hadn't been her if his heart hadn't forgotten how to beat until she looked away.

She was here, and now that he knew that he couldn't help stealing glances, his eyes sliding to her table time and time again. He kept dragging his gaze away, trying to scoff at his own idiocy. How many years was he going to pine for? She was literally sitting at a table with her date and here he was, stealing lovelorn glances. Still, not matter how he berated himself, he could not stop himself from looking for her. Surely there was nothing wrong with a look?

But when he looked yet again and she was gone, disappeared into the crowd, he felt something inside crack just a bit. Suddenly sitting down was intolerable. The entire ball was intolerable. He wanted to leave. Now.

He stood up, starting to thread his way through the crowd. As he did, the jaunty Southern tune that had been playing slid to something far more somber, and the things he'd whispered to himself suddenly became song.

"Over, I'm so over you
The way that you laugh at everything that I do
Over, I'm so over you
The way that you said that you'd always be true
And maybe if I tell myself enough
Maybe if I do I'll get over you"

#2963351 Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

Posted by Noelle on 12 December 2016 - 05:47 AM in Silver Quarter

Adala let herself be led to the dance floor with broadening smile on her face. Her attempt at a lady's demure expression cracked and disappeared. It was just very difficult to pretend she wasn't overjoyed to be dancing with Aaron. The man radiated an aura of frivolity, and his every phrase seemed to be a challenge to one up his wordplay. Put simply, it was delightful, and exactly her kind of delightful.

So as soon as he finished speaking she let her mouth run away from her, not even bothering to be worried about what she was saying, "I would call you many things, but I don't think wretched would be one of them. Charming and handsome perhaps, but not wretched. Still, if you do what you propose I think you would turn from charitable to pitiable, and we wouldn't want that."

"Perhaps instead you could go for a less expensive approach. I've heard from good sources that brooding looks and wistful sighs are the best way to catch a lady's interest. You must just make sure to do so near enough for them to notice." Which was to say that such things were the bread and butter of any romantic hero. In practice Adala was not sure they worked quite so well, but if anyone would be able to pull off such theatrics, it would be Aaron.

#2963338 Coats and Tables

Posted by Noelle on 16 November 2016 - 05:43 AM in Silver Quarter

As the pair of them made their case, his hold on the dagger loosened its death grip. Eliza spoke at length and he almost relaxed, although he never stopped the metals burning in his stomach. What they said made sense, especially and most importantly what they said about Lysette. It took a special type of person to befriend someone they met on a rooftop. Very special, but also quite lonely.

And the way Eliza had kept going on about his obvious feelings for Lysette was more than a bit spot on and definitely more than a bit embarrassing. He coughed, rubbing a hand over his face as if he might brush the flush away, and tried his best to seem unmoved. It was useless of course, and by the time she was finished speaking he was staring at her with his head tilted and an amused smile on his face.

"You are very odd for a noblewoman. You will just have to tell me sometime how you learned so much about being a criminal." He looked at Caden. "You are not what I expected, and you are definitely not your cousin."

With that, he offered the dagger to Eliza, hilt first. She took it with a respectful nod, laid it gently on her lap and left it there. Once her hands had left the dagger, he continued with a much darker tone, "Lysette is the one important to me. Remember that. So if you decide to backstab me, do not use her. But, for what it's worth, I hope I did not make a mistake tonight."

With that, he left, only pausing to turn back and say, "If you speak to Lysette, you'll need my name. It's Jasun Vallace. Do with that what you will, but don't look for me. I'll find you soon enough."

Content that he had put just enough of a threat into that sentence, he left without a backward glance.

#2963331 Coats and Tables

Posted by Noelle on 11 November 2016 - 05:30 AM in Silver Quarter

Obsidian blades are not altogether the most sturdy of weapons, and Jasun's dagger was now little more than fragments held together by the binding on the handle. He tossed it out the open carriage door to fully shatter on the cobblestone, and turned back to the pair of them, his remaining dagger still held at the ready.

He didn't strike, but listened, eyes narrowed and fingers tapping the dagger handle in a arrhythmic tattoo, and when Eliza finished speaking he did as she asked and sat, arms folded and legs crossed.

For a further few moments he didn't say anything, just kept staring at the pair of them, turning things over in his mind. His thoughts kept going back to one important thing: he wanted to trust them. He wanted to trust them, and he had not felt he could trust Colette.

Still, there was some things he needed answered, "What did you do to make Lysette dislike you then, if your cousin is so truly horrible? And what can you offer me that Colette can't? I don't see any paper to write a contract, or witnesses to this meeting. Am I supposed to just trust that you aren't going to do as you say Colette is planning to do the moment you're safe? Call me cynical, but I've apparently already had one Great House noble plan to murder me for no apparent reason, and now you two have quite a good reason to want me dead."

#2963296 Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

Posted by Noelle on 12 September 2016 - 06:53 AM in Silver Quarter

She did not have a smile in her voice.

Its absence dragged at him more and more with every word she spoke. Arisella had always been a happy sort. Bubbly and sweet. Her voice was the same. He'd rarely heard it be anything resembling subdued, but right now that was the only word he could think of to describe it. Her words themselves dug in, each syllable cutting deep without meaning to as Camille's words came back to him once more.

"Of course it matters. Nothing is more important than your happiness, Arisella." He said the words without really meaning to, his thoughts leaving his lips almost by reflex. He only realized what he'd said them after it was too late to stop himself.

#2963289 Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

Posted by Noelle on 09 September 2016 - 04:04 AM in Silver Quarter

Alistair took her hand. His eyes no longer met hers, and his smile had faded in the face of the terror that had flashed across her features. Still, with a final polite nod to Cedric he led her away, walking slowly and saying nothing for the first half dozen steps, trying to put his words in order.

It was difficult, though, with how nostalgic it felt to walk arm and arm with Arisella. Even if she was not as close to him as she might have been before, her grip was the same. She was taller now, but that only meant his head did not have to bend almost awkwardly to look at her.

Not that he did, at least not after the first glance. He could choose to either speak or look, not both, and he wished to keep the awkward silence at bay.

"My lady," he said, eyes scanning the ballroom idly in a vain attempt to seem nonchalant, "How long have you been in Luthadel? I missed your departure from Austrex, but it was some time ago. Does the capital agree with you?"

Even to his own ears the questions sounded wrong. Too formal, too stiff. But what could he do? Social niceties were easy for him to hide behind, giving enough comfort with their familiarity that he could speak without tripping and stumbling over his words.

#2963285 Stars and High Society: The Perrault Ball

Posted by Noelle on 08 September 2016 - 04:14 AM in Silver Quarter

Alistair's quickstep away from the socialite ebbed as soon as he was sure she was not going to try and reengage. In fact, walking forward at all soon became a struggle. Not because there was anyone in his way, but because that interruption had been just enough to let the second guessing begin.

Was he really doing this? Crawling back to Arisella just so that she might tell him to leave a second time? Did he hate himself so thoroughly that he wanted to be made a spectacle twice in as many balls? Why had he listened to Camille, anyway? What had been that unnaturally sincerity? Surely this was nothing but a monumentally stupid idea that he would only regret, so why even do it at all?

He realized he'd stopped walking. Not because he had decided to stop himself from speaking to Arisella. But rather because he'd arrived at her table. His racing thoughts stopped dead in their tracks. She hadn't noticed him, by unconscious decision he'd walked out of her eye line. A good plan, because if she'd caught sight of him he would have turned tail and fled.

What he did next was not planned so much as reflexive. A short step to the side to put him in her sight. A slight bow and polite smile to her and her... escort. "My Lady Arisella, Lord Cedric. It's a pleasure to see you. I hope I am not intruding."

He tried not to be too obvious as he turned his eyes to Arisella alone, his smile turning more gentle and genuine, "Lady Arisella, it has been quite a while since I last saw you in Austrex. Might I trouble you for a moment of your time to catch up?"