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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 0:29:14 GMT -5
"And my body. Don't forget my body." he teased her lifting her chin in a gentle way, "Money is a part of who I am, I've learned to accept it, as I've accepted being handsome and charming. It's a curse really."
He smiled at her, "But when you look at me, you don't see galleons, you just see me. The money doesn't hurt. When I see you, I see you. But the fact that you are incredibly beautiful doesn't hurt either. We all have things to recommend us."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 0:43:47 GMT -5
Why was she letting Nicolas get to her? Lyra knew that she wasn't an opportunist and she wasn't in love with Julian or pursuing Mason for their wealth. She didn't love Sam for the position or power her friend nudged her towards. Nicolas had played on Lyra's anxiety, but Mason cleared her mind. She smiled at him as he teased her and felt her heart swelling as he proved he understood her. Nicolas could go to hell; Mason trusted her.
The anxiety of confronting Mason about her all too recent past was overwhelming and she was either going to cry or kiss him. She opted for the latter. Lyra flung her arms around his neck, basically pouncing on him.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 0:58:06 GMT -5
Zero to a hundred in .3 seconds, that was Lyra in a nutshell, at least as far as their intimacies were concerned and how fast she could make his mind blank.
He found it hard to concentrate on where he was or who else was there when Lyra was fused against him.
Finally however his senses returned, "Is that what you were worried about?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 1:18:27 GMT -5
Lyra whimpered softly as their lips parted and he picked up the conversation again. She sighed and nodded. "Everyone else thinks I'm after your money, and I was afraid you would think that too if you knew about my troubles. But it was stupid of me not to trust you. Can you forgive me?"
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 1:20:34 GMT -5
Mason was not only rich, handsome, and charming, he was also highly intelligent. His eyes narrowed as he put all the pieces together from the entire evening.
"And by everyone, you mean Nicolas." he concluded definitively.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 1:28:14 GMT -5
Lyra quickly looked to her hands which were once again being wrung in her lap. She glanced up without lifting her head but Mason was still looking at her, waiting for a response. She bit her lip then nodded slowly. "He thinks I'm using you and Sam." And Julian.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 1:36:21 GMT -5
Mason didn't know what Nicolas had said to her, or how he had said it. If he had his response would have been entirely different.
There was no flicker of surprise, but rather one of exasperation. "What makes you think that?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 1:53:40 GMT -5
She didn't want to get into it, especially not here. But she caught the look in his eye and decided that being cryptic and vague would only annoy him further. "Earlier I overheard him telling Sam that the reason I was sinking my claws into you", she subtly made air quotes with her fingers, "was because I was poor and you are rich. And then when they found I had heard them, he told me he would be watching me. That he thinks I'm a..." Lyra paused to think of the word he had used. It was bigger than it needed to be, a sign of his arrogance. "A duplicitous con artist."
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 2:13:50 GMT -5
That wasn't what Mason had been expecting. Not even close. His jaw clenched in anger. Nicolas had given him a hard time when he was first spending time with Sam, but they had gotten over it, and Mason understood. But the things he had said about Lyra were more than the standard Nicolas paranoia. He wanted to know why Nik would say something like that, particularly because the man was usually so adept at concealing his suspicions, but his desire to know the cause of Nicolas' insinuations was secondary to his desire to kick his friend's arse good and proper.
"He said that to you?" Mason confirmed. "Excuse me." he said abruptly standing and turning for the door.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 2:30:39 GMT -5
She literally had no time to answer before he was moving toward the door. "Oh Merlin." Lyra looked around, afraid to make a scene by calling after him, then quickly got up and started after him. "Sh*t," she said softly as she realized her handbag was still at the table. She rushed back to grab it then turned on her heel and followed Mason outside.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 2:55:30 GMT -5
By the time Lyra reached the scene Mason had pulled Nicolas out of the carriage and was confronting him in the middle of the street. Mason's voice was raised and irate.
"Where the hell do you get off?"
"Easy Marlowe, you're making a scene."
"What, it's okay to threaten a girl in private, but you can't handle it when a man does it to you in public?"
"I can handle it just fine, Mason. And I didn't threaten her. I warned her."
"Warned her about what? About sinking her claws into me? Into Sam? Cause that's what this comes down too again doesn't it? You know your possessive issues with her border on obsession."
"And your judgement is impaired by your prick. Funny how quick she is to bat those lashes at you and sure enough here you come ready to play hero. Is it her lashes she bats or her legs she spread?"
At which point the conversation ended as Mason's fist went flying into Nik's jaw.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 3:07:37 GMT -5
Lyra ran into the street and watched, horrified, at the scene that played out before her. Lyra had assumed the idea of a man defending her honor physically would be titillating but she was simply horror struck as Mason's fist connected with Nicolas' face. Not that he didn't deserve it after his remarks. "Mason!"
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 3:19:39 GMT -5
Mason pulled back to swing again, but Nicolas blocked it.
"You get one Mate, for what I said, but that's all." Nik was tired of being hit that night. Further reflection would prove that the night hadn't gone at all as planned, and that some of his choices had been rather poorly executed, but he didn't regret his suspicions.
Mason swung once more, Nik quickly used the larger man's momentum and delivered a blow to the back of Mason's head.
"Enough!" Sam yelled with enough authority to bring both men to a stand still. She had been horrified when Mason pulled Nik out of the carriage. Sam being able to read Nicolas better than any person should be able to read another had gotten him to confess what he had said to Lyra. Sam had waged her own battle against Nik, her way - the more persuasive way - and Nik had been ready to apologize until Mason.
The conversation happened fast, Sam was busy casting an enchantment on the men so that no one would see the argument taking place. Her mother would have been proud, if the emotion existed in the ice queen's veins. Sam saw Lyra approach and had enough time to allow the girl into the scene before the illusion fell like a curtain over them.
When the blows began Sam had hit her peak of fury and unleashed it on both men with one chilling word.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 3:39:28 GMT -5
Mason was struck on the back of the head and Lyra screamed in horror. "Mason!" She ran to him, standing between the men as her hands moved frantically over him. "Oh Merlin, are you okay?" Without skipping a beat Lyra turned on Nicolas. "What's wrong with you?!"
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 3:55:45 GMT -5
"Wrong with me? You send your attack dog out here to cause a scene and it's my fault for defending myself?" he scoffed.
Mason was still breathing heavily the blood and anger rushing through his system. He was doing his best to bring his anger under control.
"Enough Nicolas. Go home." Sam said exasperated. It wasn't the first time the men had fought, nor did she imagine would it be the last. It was what men did. But she was upset that Lyra was in the middle of it. Or rather Julian. Damn his hide.
Nicolas threw his hands up in the air. "Fine, this is bloody ridiculous anyway." he turned away from them and then turned back, "But you want to know the ironic part? Why don't you ask him what he thought about you a week ago?"
"What are you talking about? I never said anything about Lyra..." Mason said still angry and confused.
"Oh Really? Oh that's right, you still don't know who she is-"
"Nik! Stop it!"
"What? He should know! It's going to come out sooner or later."
"Please Nik." Sam said.
It was the please that stopped him, then with one final sneer aimed at Lyra he turned on his heel and left.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 4:13:42 GMT -5
For a moment Lyra was confused. Mason wouldn't say mean things about Lyra. He was too sweet to say anything unkind, especially not behind her back. But just before she could ask Mason what Nicolas was talking about it dawned on her.
Mason had been comforting Julian. Julian who, she now knew, had locked himself away in his mansion sulking over her. Mason would have spoken poorly of the harlot who broke his mate's heart. Just as Sam had done of Rystain when he ended it with Lyra in the middle of the Slytherin common room. Godric, she'd made such a mess of things.
She looked around anxiously, not knowing what to do. She wanted to hide where no one could find her.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Oct 27, 2016 4:20:19 GMT -5
Just as Nicolas had, without thought or real intent behind the words. That was until Lyra had overheard them and Nicolas stood by his words. He may have had too much pride masking as nobility to lie to her and say that he didn't have doubts or suspicions, he had been honest with her, and he never outright said she was a schemer, just that she could be at least that's what he had thought he said. He was too emotional, they all were too emotional to make any good sense of things.
Mason was still confused, "Lyra I never said anything against you. I swear." he said shaking his head, "Why would I?"
Sam was torn. It was true that Mason would find out eventually that Lyra and Julian had a past, perhaps it would have been better to rip the bandaid off, but at the same time tonight tempers were too high.
"Nik is just being paranoid again Mason. I'm so sorry."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 4:34:53 GMT -5
Lyra looked to Samantha. What do I do? She wanted to scream and cry and hex something. How could she have been so stupid to think she could be with either man? She had hurt Julian and deceived Mason.
"I can't do this anymore," she said to them both, though she meant very different things to each of them. To Samantha; she couldn't keep pretending her past didn't exist. She couldn't be anything more than the disowned daughter from a middle class family. To Mason; she couldn't see him anymore. She had already caused so much trouble.
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Post by Mason Marlowe on Oct 27, 2016 4:40:54 GMT -5
"Can't do what?" Mason asked turning toward her. He was still confused, but something about her words were startling to him. He put his hand on her cheeks, "Lyra talk to me, what is going on? I'm sorry about the fight." he said with guilt.
Sam stepped in, "Mason it's been a long night." she said looking at Lyra, "We're all tired."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Oct 27, 2016 14:20:06 GMT -5
Lyra leaned into Mason's hand on her face, and brought her own hand to rest atop his. She felt guilty for doing so as it would only lead him on further but her anguish was too much and she was too selfish. She needed the peace his touch brought her.
"Take me home. I'm tired." Lyra looked to Mason, confusion covering his face. She knew she had to fix things with him, to explain about Julian and the missing pieces to the puzzle he was trying to complete mentally. But Lyra was a selfish girl and she didn't want to see a similar pain in Mason's eyes as she had put in Julian's.
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