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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 5:18:53 GMT -5
Lyra understood all too well what he was saying, though he was still saying very little. "It's hard to escape your mind," she commented. "Daft thing always wants to tag along, no matter how far you run. But, I understand why you'd try to run from it. I try to hide sometimes, but someone always finds me and forces me to think about whatever I was hiding from. It usually gets better. And if it doesn't, at least you're not alone in it anymore."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 15:12:45 GMT -5
"And what things do you hide from Lyra?" he asked brushing a stray band of hair that fell across her face.
Mason briefly thought about not being alone anymore. He often felt as though he were alone. He was so well suited to fame and fortune, but he could be surrounded by a crowd and none of them would hear anything he said, they were all busy agreeing with him.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 15:41:00 GMT -5
"Loads of things," she replied sincerely, though she wore a playful smile. "Boys. My family. Being accepted in general, I suppose." She had worried a lot about her place in her family, until Julian saved her. Then she worried about her relationship with Julian, until Mason distracted her. Now she worried that the high society Sam was leading her into wouldn't accept her, that they'd call her a fake and a thief. She was hiding from so much in her life, but she had friends who she trusted and were there for her so she knew she'd be alright in the end.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 15:49:23 GMT -5
Mason was shaking his head no as she began, "I don't see you being afraid of anything." it was a compliment.
"And I don't know anyone who wouldn't accept you." he said then quickly conceded, "Except a jealous mob of power hungry socialites...yes." he smiled sympathetically.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 15:59:10 GMT -5
"Ah, my people," she said sarcastically of the socialites as she lie back completely on the blanket and folded her arms under her head.
"It's different for you though, isn't it? Everyone wants to know all about me first, then decide if they should accept me. And everyone accepts you without taking the time to get to know you."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 16:09:49 GMT -5
"I think you've hit the nail on the head. You're a wise little package aren't you?" he said narrowing his eyes on her.
"Don't tell me I'm dating someone prettier and smarter than me...my ego might not take it."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 16:30:49 GMT -5
Her cheeks went hot as he complimented her. Hardly anyone had ever called her smart. She had done alright in school, mostly high marks when she wasn't distracted. But people usually discussed her more dominant traits; her looks, her sarcastic nature, her prowess in bed. His words held so much more meaning for her than most compliments did.
Lyra sat up and inched near Mason, bringing her hand to his cheek. "I can give your ego a boost," she said with an alluring grin. Three dates. She had managed to keep herself in check for three whole dates. But Mason was attractive that this time she was having trouble controlling herself. It didn't help that he not only made her feel beautiful but he also made her feel as though she had value beyond her looks. That was a powerful aphrodisiac.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 16:41:01 GMT -5
He grinned, not catching her meaning. They had been on three dates and Mason never pressed for more from her, it wasn't his end goal. He wanted more from her than her prowess in bed. She was like him in a lot of ways. They complimented one another. He had the feeling that even though everyone wanted to know all about her before they accepted her, they also made rash judgments about who she was.
It seemed no one took the time to get to know someone these days, but with Lyra it was different. He felt as though each time he saw her he was peeling back another layer of who she was. It was more erotic to him than peeling off layers of clothing, though he imagined that too would have great effects on him as well.
"Well, you're sitting with me out of the billions or so other men in the world, I'd say that's a pretty big ego boost itself."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 18:43:04 GMT -5
She smiled at his response, then realized he wasn't using a line on her. He was sincere in his statement, her presence alone had an effect on him. The miscommunication took her off guard and she simply laughed and sat back a bit as she stared at him.
After a moment of heartfelt laughter she quieted. "Do you know how to skip rocks? My best is five."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 19:00:47 GMT -5
"I'm not sure what I said to make you laugh like that," he said his eyes glowing with delight, "but it's quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do."
Her unaffected nature and genuine emotion was like a drug to him. She was childish and impish, but in an innocent and beautiful way.
"I've never skipped a rock in my entire life." he told her honestly.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 22:37:34 GMT -5
"What!" she said, astounded. "What is it you high society kids do all day?" she teased him as she got to her feet and pulled on him to stand with her.
"My nanny taught me how, though she was much better than I am." She found a smooth, flat rock at the edge of the lake and flung it across the top of the water. It bounced three times before sinking. "Here, you try." She picked out a rock for him and placed it in his hand.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 22:45:21 GMT -5
If Lyra spoke often about her Nanny, it wasn't unusual for Mason. He had been one of the luckier ones whose parents took an active interest in his life. He did have nannies, but he had rather solid relationships with his parents.
Mason took the stone, willing to try such a silly thing to please her. He pulled his arm back and threw in an arch. The stone went far but landed in the water with a plop.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 23:34:37 GMT -5
Lyra spoke of her nanny in the same way others might speak of their parents. Her nanny raised her on a daily basis while growing up, and she really only spent time with her parents during important functions and holidays. But after her disappearing act in Spain, holiday trips were less of a family affair. She honestly didn't know any different, and would be jealous of Mason's childhood with his parents when he decided to open up about those sorts of things. The longer they knew each other, the pushier she would become with him. She was determined to see what made him tick.
But first she would work on his rock skipping skills. Lyra laughed as his rock sank immediately, although the rings in the water surrounding where it had landed were more prominent due to the force and it was a lovely sight to watch. "Like this," she showed him again, explaining the form and motion needed to make the rock skim the surface of the water.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 23, 2016 23:42:40 GMT -5
Mason was content to let her show him anything she wanted to show him. He modeled his actions after her, and just like everything else he tried he was an expert within a few tries.
He gave a heartfelt laugh when he managed to outskip her best with six skips.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 23, 2016 23:47:27 GMT -5
Lyra cheered when he finally got the hang of it, and hit him playfully on the arm when he beat her best score. "Do you know how long it took me to get to five? It's not fair that you can be this handsome and pick this up so quickly."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 24, 2016 0:08:00 GMT -5
He gave her a small smile, but truthfully there was a little pain in his eyes. No sane person would consider money and privilege a curse, neither would they consider being good at everything a curse either, but the envy that followed could be quite bothersome. Perhaps not when it was as simple as tossing stones, but when it concerned sports or business, egos were easily bruised. It wouldn't be the first time he lost a mate over it, but really were was isolation in being "the best".
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 24, 2016 0:17:35 GMT -5
It took a moment but Lyra caught the look in his eye and instantly regretted her playful teasing. "Oh, Mason, I didn't mean it. I was only joking," she said with concern in her voice. This was the type of thing that made Lyra nervous about Sam's plan to move her up the social ladder. Lyra said just about anything that came to mind and it wasn't always taken in the same vein as how she meant it.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 24, 2016 0:43:32 GMT -5
Mason frowned, "Am I that transparent?" he asked uncertain. Most people didn't pay enough attention. Lyra wasn't most people. "You didn't do anything wrong Lyra, don't apologize." he said sincerely.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 24, 2016 1:15:58 GMT -5
This had been a stupid idea. She didn't know why she thought Mason would enjoy something so pedestrian as a date in the park. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Lyra's had only been bronze. Her face fell. "I'm sorry," she said despite his instructions not to. "We...we can go if you'd like. Not much else to do here, anyway. Stupid idea," she mumbled to herself.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 24, 2016 1:19:47 GMT -5
"Lyra," he said raising her chin to face him, "This was incredible. I've never had a better time." he said sincerely, "And there's no where I'd rather be right now alright?" he asked.
He hated that he made her doubt herself and was surprised he had such an effect on her.
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