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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 0:29:43 GMT -5
Lyra looked up at Nicolas as he praised her, and in retaliation she flicked her wand and pulled his feet out from under him. She leaned back on her palms, and let her head fall backwards. She was tired and her backside was sore from repeatedly being knocked off her feet. She was nearly certain she would have bruises by the morning.
"You get to explain to Julian why my ass is bruised," she said with a laugh.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 0:45:07 GMT -5
He fell soundly beside her, but after how many hits she had taken he didn't have it in him to be angry. Instead he laughed.
"Well if you two refrain from becoming naked in each other's presence, I don't have to explain anything.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 0:59:27 GMT -5
Lyra gave a sheepish grin. "No promises," she said with a twinge in her cheeks. She didn't have to look at Nicolas to know he was probably not making a pleasant face.
"We talked it through," she explained. "And we're not dating dating. But it only caused more problems when we hid from each other, so..."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 1:12:46 GMT -5
He did make a disgusted face. The last thing he wanted to think about was his best friend and his quasi-fiance's best friend's physical aspect of their relationship.
He cut her off.
"You two will figure it out. You're getting help. You both are being honest...and I think that's good, the two of you being...well in each other's lives."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 1:33:42 GMT -5
She looked at him suspiciously. "Is this a trick? Why aren't you telling me off?"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 1:37:04 GMT -5
"Because it was much more fun to knock you on your ass." he returned with a smile.
He wouldn't tell her off nearly as much as he did if she didn't insult him with every breath she took. No that wasn't true, he had enough patience to deal with her insults, but her constant antagonism, the fact that he had to challenge and berate her in order to get her to do something - even if it was good for her - was hard to deal with sometimes.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 2:11:54 GMT -5
Nicolas was out of luck, as that was one personality trait that was not newly acquired with her loss of self-esteem and increase in mental health issues. Antagonism was a Lyra specialty from childhood.
She continued to look at him as if waiting for him to pounce and when no snappy remarks came she pulled herself to her feet. She groaned as she stood, her backside hurt to move around.
"Next time I'm tying a pillow to my bum," she moaned as she rubbed her back. Then she smiled wickedly. "This is a new thing, you and I. Aren't you lucky."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 2:23:11 GMT -5
He was content to lay there for a while, though he did groan and make a fuss when she claimed dueling as their new hobby.
"I'll check my schedule." he sneered, but there was a slight smile beneath it.
It was after all his intention to teach her all along.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 2:40:36 GMT -5
"Don't bother. I'll keep you on your toes." She gave a sickly sweet smile in his direction. She had to annoy him somehow, and he'd given in to their new sport far too easily.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 2:48:02 GMT -5
"I'm fairly certain that's how you keep everyone." he grumbled getting to his feet.
"Well I'm hungry now. Come along." he ordered turning and leaving the room without looking back to see if she was following him.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 3:15:52 GMT -5
Lyra grinned at his comment about keeping everyone on their toes. She didn't intentionally do so, but Lyra was rather impulsive and it sort of worked out that way most of the time. But she would make an extra effort with Nicolas if it meant she could make him scowl for even a moment.
Lyra would have argued with Nicolas had he ordered her to anything other than food. She too was hungry, though she placed her hands on her hips and gave an indignant look to his back as he left the room before scurrying along after him.
She nearly fell as she crossed the threshold into the corridor and magically her dueling attire reverted back to her tight dress and five inch heels. "Merlin!" She had to grab the wall to keep from falling over as she had not expected the sudden change in incline.
"If you'd ever worn heels you'd have thought to warn me," she grumbled.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 3:26:24 GMT -5
The same thing had happened to Sam, so he knew exactly what would happen when Lyra emerged from the room and his smile said so, so did the tone in his voice as he looked back at her, "I'm sorry, I must have forgotten." he grinned then kept walking.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 4:11:37 GMT -5
"Wanker!" she hollered after him as she saw the evil little glint in his eye. "I ought to hex you right here, you ass!"
She took a beat to steady herself and then continued on down the corridor gracefully, not knowing which way they were heading. She had to run a bit to catch up to him, an impressive feat in her shoes, and when she was right along side of him she continued to pester him with questions he would find annoying.
"How can you possibly remember where you're going around here?"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 12:14:33 GMT -5
Nik would be lying if he didn't use purposeful long strides while leading Lyra around the castle. Perhaps he liked to tease her too.
He laughed at her question, there was a secret to getting around the castle beyond the master key set, but like the key set if you were family, or considered to be family as Nik was, then you merely had to think of where you wanted to go. With the destination in mind it didn't matter how many wrong turns you took, you would eventually reach the place you had intended to go. Alternatively if you were an outsider and had a map, you could take all the right turns, but if the house sensed a threat, you could become lost forever within the bowels of the castle.
"I grew up here." he answered simply.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 19, 2016 22:31:26 GMT -5
Lyra was quite certain she'd still have gotten lost regularly even if she had grown up here, but then Lyra was still ignorant to the castle's tricks. She had found Sam's skeleton key quite handy the few times she'd used it, but had no idea of many of the additional charms placed upon the Montgomery home.
"And where are we going?" she continued her questioning, periodically taking a few wider, quicker strides to keep up with Nik.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 19, 2016 22:43:09 GMT -5
Nik didn't feel like waiting for a meal to be prepared, he instead led them to one of the smaller kitchens which became apparent when he took one more turn.
"You ask so many bloody questions." he said annoyed. He moved toward the refrigerator and began taking out what he would need to make a sandwich.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 20, 2016 0:13:43 GMT -5
Lyra grinned at Nik's response and followed him to the refrigerator. She hung on the open door and watched as he obviously retrieved items for a sandwich. "What're you making?" she asked in an annoying sing-song tone.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 20, 2016 0:59:07 GMT -5
"What does it look like?" he retorted clearly irritated. He recognized that voice, and knew that she was in a better mood, but that would only mean she would return to being a cheerful pain in his ass.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 20, 2016 1:15:18 GMT -5
Perhaps it was payback for the literal pain in her ass from being knocked to the floor repeatedly for more than an hour. Or it was the fact that she truly enjoyed the strained lines of his face as he grew annoyed, frustrated, or irritated. He was a bear and she enjoyed poking him.
"It looks like you're turning a little purple," she said in a still obnoxiously sweet voice. "It also looks like you're going to give yourself wrinkles right there if you keep scowling like that." She pointed to the space between his eyebrows that kept puckering when she asked a new question.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Dec 20, 2016 1:33:50 GMT -5
"How kind of you to be concerned. How is your backside treating you?" he returned with a smirk having finished making his sandwich. He had intended to make her one along with his, and yet couldn't summon the desire to do so anymore.
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