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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 1:54:40 GMT -5
Lyra laughed again at all the right parts as Atherton retold his "funny" story. Even the second time around, Lyra still didn't get what was supposed to be so humorous. But that didn't stop her from flirting with Atherton, more overtly now that Julian was there and still hadn't said a damned thing about her appearance.
Atherton politely asked after Julian's profession and Lyra quickly jumped in before Julian had a chance to respond himself. "Julian's an artist. He's utterly remarkable." She locked eyes with Julian, silently thanking him for the portrait he'd delivered to her only a few days ago. Sam had insisted she not send him a thank you letter.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 12, 2016 2:01:49 GMT -5
Julian nodded appropriately, and confirmed his thoughts about Atherton not being good enough for Lyra. Still knowing the man was completely dull, Lyra's flirtation ate at Julian deep inside. On the other hand he was relatively confident that Lyra wouldn't settle for someone like Atherton.
He stayed a while conversing with ease and charm. He was at home in this world, as much as Sam was, as much as Lyra could be.
Julian softened when Lyra mentioned his art. His eyes were turned warmly on her, and he nodded in gratitude.
It wasn't long however before one of Julian's acquaintances summoned him. He regretfully left the small party to "mingle", though his mind remained fixed on Lyra.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 2:19:02 GMT -5
Lyra smiled and nodded as Julian was dragged away, but the smile she gave as she turned back to Atherton was not as sincere. "It was lovely talking with you," she tried in escape. He asked if he could see her again and after a quick glance to Julian she agreed.
She turned and looked for Samantha. "He didn't say anything about my hair," she pouted to her friend.
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Samantha Montgomery
 
Sixth Year[M:10]
We do not choose love. It claims each man as it will.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Oct 12, 2016 2:27:48 GMT -5
Samantha consoled her friend, "Well he's a bore." she said with a little heat. She wasn't pleased with Julian at all.
"But you did very well with Atherton." she assured Lyra.
"And before you ask, yes your hair looks beautiful."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 2:41:36 GMT -5
Lyra decided that she would be returning to her dark locks tomorrow. Obviously being blonde didn't suit her, otherwise Julian would have said so.
She looked at Atherton, who was talking to a group of older men now, then back at Samantha. "Either I'm simply too daft to understand what he was talking about or he was extremely dull."
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Samantha Montgomery
Sixth Year[M:10]
We do not choose love. It claims each man as it will.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Oct 12, 2016 2:45:42 GMT -5
"The latter I'm afraid." Samantha said sipping the rest of her champagne, she needed it to get through Atherton's story a second time. "He's not much for wit, but he's wealthy enough, he's also kind and generous. A rarity in this crowd I assure you."
But Sam knew Atherton wasn't the one, "Don't worry, there's plenty eligible bachelors here yet." she teased, then sighed.
"My glass is empty, and I need to use the powder room. Care to mingle for a bit?"
She thought about it, "And promise you won't chase after the idiot?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 3:23:01 GMT -5
Lyra agreed and bit her lower lip as she scanned the room. She didn't see Julian, so there was no chance of her chasing after him anyway. She sneered at the thought of rejoining Atherton's conversation. She sighed and continued to look around. A server passed by with a tray of champagne. Lyra grabbed a flute as it passed and then began to wander.
None of the men here intrigued her. Not since Julian's arrival. But the fact that he hadn't complimented her, even after she fawned over his artwork, well that annoyed Lyra enough to light a fire under her. She saw a broad shouldered man looking at a sculpture near the wall and decided to join him.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 12, 2016 3:29:41 GMT -5
Julian kept his eye on her as she traveled around the ballroom and her watch dog (Sam), left. He knew he had only a moment, but a moment was enough time. He waited until she was within reach then took her hand and pulled her to his hidden alcove.
"Hello Gorgeous." he smiled.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 3:52:10 GMT -5
She was almost to the man at the sculpture when someone grabbed her hand and whisked her away. Champagne spilled over the edge of the glass as she was pulled into a quieter area. She smiled broadly when she realized it was Julian. "Don't 'hello gorgeous' me."
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 12, 2016 3:55:20 GMT -5
"But you are gorgeous. Your hair. My god." he took the time now to appreciate her looks, and his eyes told a very vivid tale of how much he was enjoying himself, "You're stunning." he told her. He was now free to compliment her the way he would have liked to when he saw her earlier.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 4:11:35 GMT -5
She blushed and tilted her head down as she smiled. Beamed rather. Her heart was pounding in her chest. "I thought you didn't like it," she said, touching her hair insecurely.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 12, 2016 4:22:46 GMT -5
Julian sighed, "You look beautiful Lyra." he didn't have an excuse, because the truth was it was wrong of him to admire her the way he did. Sneaking her off into a private alcove wasn't proper and Sam would have his head, but Julian couldn't control himself where Lyra was concerned. It was as if being intimate with her had changed him. It broke something inside of him and he was obsessed with her. He wanted to see her, wanted to touch her, to be with her and bask in the warmth of her love. He was a selfish cad.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I will have to paint you just like this."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 23:10:43 GMT -5
Lyra let out a soft gasp at his compliments and looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. She was so smitten with him that it didn't even matter that he couldn't love her completely. He could love her just enough to make her knees weak and in that moment it was all she needed from him.
"Julian, the painting you sent me..." She didn't have the words to tell him how much she loved it. How much it had meant to her because she could see the love that had gone into it. She didn't know how to express her gratitude with words, so she pressed her lips to his and showed him.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 12, 2016 23:30:40 GMT -5
Julian saw what was happening and was powerless to stop it. He was selfish, he was the worst kind of cad to do this to her, but he couldn't help himself if he tried. He pulled her tighter against him taking what she offered with no thought toward the future. He ached for her, and seeing her talk to Atherton sent feelings through him which dangerously resembled jealousy.
His lips on hers were possessive and hungry, he pulled her deeper into the alcove to keep their liaison secret. He knew he should stop, but he wasn't going to.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 12, 2016 23:45:04 GMT -5
She surrendered to him, allowing him to pull her further away from the party and deeper into their secret. He kissed her with all the passion he had shown her the night they made love, but there was something else there. Something feverish in him that commanded her to do whatever he asked of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and as she did so her champagne flute slipped from her hand, fell to the floor, and shattered.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 12, 2016 23:50:52 GMT -5
His desire for her raged through him, a fine line between lust and possession as he pinned her against the wall. He brought her hands together over her head and held them with one of his own while his other hand snaked down the silky texture of her dress to her thigh. His mouth never left hers as he deftly brought the skirt of her gown upward.
He wasn't thinking of consequences. He just wanted to be with her again.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 13, 2016 0:18:48 GMT -5
She hungered for him but surrendered, allowing him to pin her to the wall and do as he pleased. Cool waves splashed over her at his touch. Her eyes rolled back and then closed, basking in his love for her. She had to fight to remain quiet, for fear that they'd be found out. She couldn't let them be interrupted, she needed this too much.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 13, 2016 0:23:33 GMT -5
It was an unspoken competition between them as Julian did things to make her gasp and she did her best to remain quiet. If they were caught the consequences would be dire, but the risk made things even more exciting between them.
Soon however it was he who was having difficulty being silent. He wanted to roar with satisfaction, but instead he whispered her name with a quiet intensity.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 13, 2016 1:09:09 GMT -5
Lyra wasn't sure she'd be able to walk, let alone return to the ball as if nothing had happened. Her face was flushed and she breathed heavily making her chest heave in the tight bodice of her dress. If there was a heaven, she had just seen it.
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Post by Julian Faust on Oct 13, 2016 1:17:49 GMT -5
He too was in no condition to return to the ballroom. He was also too blissful to think about what he had just done. But all too soon the moment faded and reality crashed on him again. He used a quick spell to make them both presentable again.
This had to stop.
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