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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 12, 2009 14:28:16 GMT -5
She tried not to notice the hesitation, or the electricity that shot through her own hand. It was nerves. She didn't know what to do anymore and she was nervous about this.
Her eyes looked at the house as it stood before them, and her nerves seemed to triple. She had only agreed to come because she had been angry at Roland at the time.
She looked at him, their hands still linked. "If you don't want me here, I'll drop off the wine and apologize and I'll go."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Feb 12, 2009 14:47:47 GMT -5
He was still holding her hand and he wished he wasn't so aware of it. "It's OK, really," he said, his voice quiet. "If you do that, my mother will assume I've said something to chase you away. And if I did say something wrong... I'm sorry."
He didn't know what he could have said that was wrong, since he'd barely spoken. But it seemed like he always did everything wrong where she was concerned.
Reluctantly, he let go of her hand. "You don't need to be nervous. My mother will fuss over you. And I think the Montgomerys are coming, so you can talk with Geoffrey if you get sick of me."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 13, 2009 17:21:41 GMT -5
"How could you have said something wrong? You barely talk to me anymore," Riley said, though she did regret saying it almost instantly, and she tore her eyes from him and looked at the door, waiting for him to either knock or go inside. It was going to be such a long bloody evening, and the only solace she had was that Geoffrey might be coming. Boy, would he be surprised when he saw her here.
"I'm fine. Let's go inside," she said, her eyes anywhere but on his, both of her eyes now clenched around the neck of the wine bottle.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Feb 13, 2009 17:51:54 GMT -5
Roland sighed softly. He was also unable to look in her eyes, so he was staring fixedly at the front door. "It's becoming sort of a reflex for me to apologize to you," he said in a quiet tone. "When I talk to you, we argue, and when I don't, somehow it still offends you."
He was being an idiot, and he knew it. But he couldn't seem to stop himself.
He took a deep breath, then knocked on the door.
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Feb 13, 2009 21:51:55 GMT -5
Geoffrey sat up a little straighter when she came in. "Thanks," he said, smiling softly at her. He looked her over worriedly. Of course he noticed that she wasn't ready yet. She wasn't even dressed. It was still early, but it was unusual for her to be so far behind in getting ready. "You're not dressed," he observed. "Are you feeling OK? You know, after everything that happened, I'm sure Mum would understand if you wanted to stay home. I could stay with you." She shook her head, "No...that wouldn't be fair to mom...and I want to see Cyrus and Jaime." she explained though worry furrowed her brow and she moved further into the room to sit on the bed. She bit her lip, a nervous habit she had acquired lately. She was lost in thought as she often was then she sighed and shook her head. "I should just go get ready..." she muttered followed by a soft apology as she stood and went to go put on her gown.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 14, 2009 0:34:26 GMT -5
Riley turned her head and looked at him after what he said. "You are really a piece of work," she said. He was unbelievable. He was the one throwing her down at every turn, inbetween the times when he was apologizing for God only knew what. She didn't treat him any different since that night, and it wasn't fair to her that he was playing hot and cold with her all over again.
She wanted to go off on him, but was stopped when the door opened. She turned to see Cara's smiling face.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Feb 14, 2009 0:34:44 GMT -5
"Come in," Cara said, overjoyed to see them, though she could see that there was something wrong. Oh well, tension was good. It was sexual tension, anyway, and it worked for them.
She pulled Roland into a hug and ushered them both inside. "Riley, dear, I'm so glad you could make it tonight. Amandine is already here, but I'm afraid she's the only one so far." She said more as she led them inside, taking Riley's coat and the wine from her and directing them into the living room where her husband was grilling Ama on Jamie's new girlfriend.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Feb 14, 2009 0:54:00 GMT -5
"Hi, Mum," Roland said. He forced a smile and hugged his mother a little tighter than usual. His mind was not in a good place right now, and he felt oddly comforted to see his mother, even though it was partially her fault he was in this mess.
He didn't look at Riley as he moved into the house and followed Cara into the living room. His father and Amandine were about to start building a fire. "Hey, Dad, I can do that," he said. He needed to do something to distract himself and to get away from Riley for a few minutes.
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Feb 14, 2009 22:03:14 GMT -5
Mathieu looked up to see Roland and Riley walk into the room. It didn't take a genius to see that the two of them were both annoyed, most likely at each other. Mathieu chose not to speculate on the reason, and instead focused on greeting the two of them.
Standing up, he walked over to his son and clapped him on the shoulder. "Good to see you, Roland. If you want to work on the fire, go ahead. It's probably not good for my knees, anyway, to be kneeling on the floor like that."
He quickly turned his attention to Riley. "Riley, nice to see you again. This is my youngest, Amandine. Ama, this is Riley Neves, Roland's work partner." He shot Roland a look, reminding him that he should have been the one to make the introduction.
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Post by Lillian Montgomery on Feb 15, 2009 7:31:15 GMT -5
The zipper to the back of her dress she simply couldn't reach. She was calling for her husband's assistance though she could have easily used magic it escaped her mind to do so, besides she liked her husband's help, but where was he?
"James?" she called out again walking to the expansive closet and opening a jewelry case to remove what she intended to wear that night. She hoped her husband was ready there were going to be quite a few people at the party tonight and while that was nothing new to Lillian or any of the Montgomery men, she wanted to be there to support her sister.
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Post by Geoffrey Montgomery on Feb 15, 2009 13:06:31 GMT -5
She shook her head, "No...that wouldn't be fair to mom...and I want to see Cyrus and Jaime." she explained though worry furrowed her brow and she moved further into the room to sit on the bed. She bit her lip, a nervous habit she had acquired lately. She was lost in thought as she often was then she sighed and shook her head. "I should just go get ready..." she muttered followed by a soft apology as she stood and went to go put on her gown. "Wait," Geoffrey called to her, reaching out a hand. "You don't have to rush. We've got plenty of time. Sit down and talk for a little while. I know something's been bothering you, ever since the attack. And I can only imagine what it must have been like to be there... to see the things you saw... and to almost lose Sam like that. But I want to help you, if I can."
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Post by Christine Montgomery on Feb 15, 2009 14:32:37 GMT -5
She paused at the sound of his voice but didn't turn back, when he was finished and when she did turn around there were tears in her eyes that she wasn't willing to shed, she swallowed a couple of times before taking the few steps between her and her brother and put her arms around him she closed her eyes and a tear fell but she still didn't say anything.
"I..." she started but then she heard her mother calling for her father and she shook her head and gave a weak smile at her brother. The things she wanted to say were stuck in her throat and she was using any excuse to run away from what she felt. "I'm going to get ready...but...thank you Geoff." she sighed and turned around to go back to her own room she paused again, "...will you take me home early...if...well...you know..." she asked, she didn't know what he was supposed to know, but she wasn't sure she was ready for the crowds.
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Post by Geoffrey Montgomery on Feb 15, 2009 22:54:24 GMT -5
Geoffrey hugged his sister tightly, his worry increasing by the second. How was it that his sister could survive falling overboard and nearly drowning without having so much as a single nightmare, but this... attack... should affect her so badly? He honestly couldn't even recall the last time she cried, and here she was, blinking back tears. It scared him more than any other dangerous situation she'd ever been in.
She pulled away at the sound of their mother's voice calling for dad. He felt his own eyes welling up with tears of worry for his sister. "If you're sure," he said softly. "But you know you can talk to me any time, OK? Whatever you need, I'm here for you. And if you need to leave the party, of course I'll take you home. Just give me a sign, OK?"
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Post by James Montgomery on Feb 15, 2009 23:55:02 GMT -5
James was wearing a nice, tailored set of dress robes. He liked the Ferreras, but he still wanted to put forward a nice appearance for Lillian's family.
He promised Edward they would come home early, and he knew his brother wasn't happy. Christian was off sailing somewhere, Anthony was God only knew where, and now James was leaving, too. That, coupled with the somber atmosphere in the house, was not making a nice Christmas.
He came when his wife called, finding her in their closet putting on jewelry. She didn't even need to ask before he was behind her, doing up the zipper and kissing her shoulder.
"How are you?" he asked.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2009 0:06:47 GMT -5
Mathieu looked up to see Roland and Riley walk into the room. It didn't take a genius to see that the two of them were both annoyed, most likely at each other. Mathieu chose not to speculate on the reason, and instead focused on greeting the two of them. Standing up, he walked over to his son and clapped him on the shoulder. "Good to see you, Roland. If you want to work on the fire, go ahead. It's probably not good for my knees, anyway, to be kneeling on the floor like that." He quickly turned his attention to Riley. "Riley, nice to see you again. This is my youngest, Amandine. Ama, this is Riley Neves, Roland's work partner." He shot Roland a look, reminding him that he should have been the one to make the introduction. Riley felt so unwelcome, it was ridiculous. It was all Roland's fault anyway, since both of his parents were very nice. "It's a pleasure to meet you," She told Mathieu, and then smiled at the girl. "And I have heard so much about you, Amandine. Roland absolutely adores you." She looked up, searching out Cara, but the woman had disappeared, so she looked back to Mathieu instead. "I brought this," she said, handing over the bottle of wine, and then she looked at Roland for a second. "But I should probably be going, actually. I just wanted to say Merry Christmas."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Feb 16, 2009 0:18:18 GMT -5
Roland had knelt down by the fireplace and was about to start work on the fire, but the sound of Riley's voice made him stop. He closed his eyes for a second, then, before anyone else could say anything, he turned to look at her. "Riley--"
He pressed his lips together, as if he had stopped himself from saying something, then stood up. "Dad, Ama, excuse us for a second. Riley and I need to talk."
Taking a deep breath, he turned to meet her eyes. "Please?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2009 0:35:13 GMT -5
She kept her face impassive, but only because Mathieu and Amandine were near. Inside, she was bubbling with anger. What did they possibly have to talk about? He was being a git, like usual. So she had asked him to leave when he kissed her... and then nothing else changed. She was still Riley, only she tried to be nicer to him, and he made some snarky remark at every turn. She was sick of it.
"Of course," she said, giving him a tight smile.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Feb 16, 2009 0:42:29 GMT -5
He saw her tight smile and made no effort to hide the frown that marred his face. She hated him. And he bloody well deserved it. He wished it didn't bother him so much.
Silently, he led her out of the living room and down the hall to his father's study. Once inside, he shut the door and turned to face her.
"Go ahead," he said. "Let me have it. Just get it out of your system."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2009 0:49:28 GMT -5
Riley sighed inwardly and just eyed him as he closed the door, her arms crossed over her chest. He was standing in front of the door, blocking her only exit.
She was silent for a long minute, seriously considering doing just that... she had a lot of pent up anger at him, and honestly, he deserved to be yelled at. But anger in these situations was dangerous. Even she was acutely aware of the thin line between anger and passion, and he already kissed her once. She didn't know if she was more worried that he would kiss her again, or that she would like it. She honestly wanted to see where things went with Fabian.
"Look, Roland. You obviously don't want me here. I'm willing to leave. There's nothing to get out of my system, so let's just part ways for the afternoon."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Feb 16, 2009 0:58:26 GMT -5
It would have been so easy to just let her go. He might have been able to relax and have a good time without her there. But for reasons even he couldn't comprehend, he didn't want her to go.
"Please don't leave," he said softly. He sighed, fixing his eyes on a spot on the other side of the room from her. "I know you hate me, and Merlin knows I deserve it. But my mother wants you here, and she'll be furious with me if I let you leave now."
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