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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 13, 2017 2:27:23 GMT -5
She was going to whine, he knew her too well. But Lyra's expression changed as Nicolas mentioned the repairs. "What are you talking about? What happened to my door?"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 13, 2017 2:42:28 GMT -5
"Someone...definitely not me...may have kicked it down to get inside when your security ring went off." he said with a slight flush to his skin. He continued to eat in silence, though he was embarrassed.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 13, 2017 2:53:43 GMT -5
Lyra chewed on her lower lip as she looked up at Nicolas. "You broke down the door for me?" Damn him, why did he have to be right about the people that loved her!
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 13, 2017 3:07:45 GMT -5
"I just said it wasn't me." he argued, "And it was a really weak door." he added. It wasn't so inconceivable that he would do such a thing. Sam had told Lyra from the start that Nik was worth his weight in gold and then some, they merely got off on the wrong foot. But once you were someone Nik loved, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. And Nik did love the feisty blond next to him. It wasn't the all consuming obsession he felt for Samantha, rather she had gotten under his skin, and now he was stuck with her.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 13, 2017 3:14:18 GMT -5
She cocked her head to the side and gave him a look. "No it wasn't. Julian set the security spells on the flat himself. Someone must have really wanted to get in."
It was difficult to believe Samantha when she had told Lyra of Nik's better qualities. At the time, Lyra didn't want to hear it. She was angry with him, close to hating him for what he thought of her. She held on to that anger for a long time, but no longer did she feel the urge to throw it in his face whenever their playful teasing turned into an actual argument.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 13, 2017 3:27:30 GMT -5
Nik sighed and curbed the impulse to insult Julian by calling his spells weak as well.
"Well if you find that someone you should thank him...or her...or whoever." he said with a light grin.
He glanced at her plate, "I brought dessert too." he said changing the subject.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 13, 2017 3:40:14 GMT -5
Lyra looked to her hands that were resting in her lap. She began to twist her fingers together. Yes, she needed to thank Nicolas. For so many things. Why must it be so difficult?
"You want me to get fat," she accused at the mention of dessert. If she laid about in bed all day as she had been the past several days and ate as she was now, she would most certainly be wearing unflattering sweatpants out of necessity.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 13, 2017 3:48:26 GMT -5
Nik's expression went flat, "You're a witch, conjure a skinny potion if you're that worried about it. Samantha's mother used them for years." Of course the b*tch had belittled Sam about her weight whenever Samantha would eat a normal meal.
"I will never understand what you girls have against food." he grumbled, but Nik was usually always eating. He kept off the extra weight by his naturally fast metabolism and his affinity for the gym.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 13, 2017 4:07:00 GMT -5
Lyra wasn't the best at potions, she had made it through with passing marks but only just. She did have the money to buy them pre-brewed, but then she would just be the woman who needed a potion to keep her figure. Once upon a time she had respect for herself than that.
There was a short pause before Lyra responded. "Probably the same thing you men have against asking for directions." She wasn't feeling her normal self; her insults were delayed and not nearly as humorous or scathing as they normally were. She didn't smirk after the delivery either, but then her remark hadn't earned her the smug look of a zinger well played.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 13, 2017 4:22:47 GMT -5
"Stupid male ego? Where's the ego in giving your body nourishment?" he wouldn't understand it, he wasn't a woman. He'd never be judged by how big his hips were.
"Do you want chocolate or not?" he asked revealing the decadent triple dark chocolate decadence slice of cake with raspberry compote and dusted powdered sugar.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 13, 2017 23:05:15 GMT -5
Lyra only gave Nicolas so much leeway when it came to teasing her about her weight. She knew that his remarks came from a place of caring and that his taunts were meant to be playful. But Lyra had always been one to take extra effort to ensure her appearance met her high standards.
This week was an anomoly in Lyra's beauty routine, but it didn't mean that she was any less annoyed by Nik's comments. Her expression hardened and a glare was forming in her eyes when he brought out the most amazing looking cake.
She gave a relenting sigh and rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not going to say no to that," she said pointedly.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 13, 2017 23:15:42 GMT -5
He grinned, his concern did come from a good place. Lyra hardly ate all in the name of keeping something so ridiculous as a 'girlish figure', as though she were afraid of muscles. Who exactly was she keeping her figure for?
He didn't push, particularly when she had agreed to the cake. He gave it over quickly and took another slice for himself.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 14, 2017 1:40:17 GMT -5
She had eaten too much and was feeling very full and rather sleepy. She yawned and covered his mouth, looking sheepishly at Nik over her hands. She was sleeping so much lately, too much she thought since she had decided she was perfectly fine. If she slept now this would be her fourth nap of the day and at some point she would have to admit to herself that she still ill. She pushed through, determined to be healthy.
"Can we go to my flat now?" she asked, pretending that her pillow wasn't calling her name.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 14, 2017 1:50:10 GMT -5
Nik leaned back and yawned after Lyra had. He hadn't been sleeping much lately what with all the upheaval, and after such a meal he was feeling mighty lethargic. He looked at her with something akin to a pout when she mentioned her flat.
"Right now? Like...right this second now?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 14, 2017 2:05:24 GMT -5
"If you'd rather not, I can just go by myself. I'll check on the door repair and tell you how things look so that Sam thinks you went. It's the perfect solution, really," she said as she made to stand up. The matter was solved in her mind and she'd finally have freedom and peace without everyone watching over her constantly.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 14, 2017 2:23:18 GMT -5
"Oh alright fine." he said on a grumble getting to his feet. Her going by herself was out of the question. Sam would kill him twice over. No one had said it, they were all too polite and too aware of Lyra's independent spirit to deliver the news, but she was on suicide watch. They accepted that she wasn't actually trying to kill herself. Nik believed it, so did Sam, but that didn't mean they wanted her by herself.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 14, 2017 2:37:32 GMT -5
Her determined stance melted a little as Nicolas agreed to go with her. She hadn't put in much effort or planning, it wasn't the most clever thing she could come up with, but she had been hoping to go off alone. She was nearly certain that she probably would have considered coming back to Montgomery Manor after picking up a few books and checking on the repairs from Nicolas' brutish and heroic door-busting adventure.
Lyra wasn't an idiot. She knew why they were keeping such a close eye on her. It was the same reason she was speaking with Dr Nadeer twice a day instead of twice a week, and why she had no idea where her wand was let alone had any access to it. The knowledge made her half-assed escape plan even more ridiculous in hindsight.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 14, 2017 2:41:00 GMT -5
Nik gave her a sympathetic smile, but a firm nod.
"I'll speak to the coachman and meet you in the grand foyer." She could have a few moments of privacy, as private as the Montgomery castle allowed anyway. There were always servants looming about, and security had been warned not to let Lyra leave the premises.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 14, 2017 2:56:21 GMT -5
Lyra agreed and after Nik had left she sat on one of the arm chairs near the window. She stared out over the property and sighed. She should get dressed, do something with her hair, put on some make up. Her reflection in the glass was taunting her but she couldn't find the energy to do anything about it.
There were a few teasing remarks exchanged in the carriage. Lyra's coming much slower than normal and lacking the flair that she normally used. As they walked down the long hallway toward her flat, she could see nothing wrong with the door. Sam's guys had apparently done their job well.
She stepped inside and found herself stuck. Everywhere she turned she saw Julian. He was rubbing her shoulders at the dining table while she worked. He was sitting on the sofa, Lyra's head in his lap as they read silently. He was standing in the living room, refusing to be with her and claiming their tryst at the Southerland's Ball could never happen again. Lyra's chest hurt.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 14, 2017 3:00:29 GMT -5
Nik studied the craftsmanship of the door and once he was satisfied moved to join Lyra only to find her stuck. He frowned. It was too soon. He should have known better than to agree to this outing, Lyra wasn't ready to be confronted by the memories, and yet she would have to confront them sooner or later. Nik was ever a fan of ripping the band aid off.
"Come on love..."he said soothingly placing a hand at her back.
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