Re: Polished Hearts

[DracoMalfoy]

Eli couldn't help but smile like a fool as he walked alongside Clare. Even on a dark night, after they'd fled a party, spending time with her was simply amazing. Something about the beautiful brunette just captivated him; he always wanted to be close to her, even when it was impossible. He couldn't help but ask himself if she ever felt the same way about him. Clare was really the only person Eli had in his life that he actually cared for. Although she had so many people in her world, he felt that he was the one she trusted the most. It was a nice feeling and he was overjoyed that they were so close, despite the disapproval from her society. As they walked down the dimly lit streets, nothing seemed to matter but these precious moments he had with Clare. Fitz and their clashing social classes were both far from his mind. All that was important was Clare and the time he was spending with her. Eli moved some of his long, dark hair away from his eyes so he could stare at her more clearly. It was rude to stare, but really, he just couldn't help himself. The young man tried to be subtle about watching her though; he didn't want to seem strange in the bad sense after all.

He was startled though when he felt her shoulder rub against his. Something about having Clare so close made him blush a deep shade of crimson. It wasn't often that they were this close and it made his heart skip a few beats. Eli hated himself inside for feeling so smitten with Clare; he'd told himself time and time again that nothing romantic could occur between them. That was just one boundary they couldn't break. And now that she was engaged to Fitz, it was nearly impossible for them to be even friends. Trying to shake the thought off, Eli smiled and cautiously wrapped his arm around her shoulder, in an effort to keep her close. He was hesitant though. Clare was scared and upset; he didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of her. "That's just the way I like it," he replied jokingly with a humorous smirk. "Life would be boring if we were all dress up dolls like those folks you associate with." It was true in his mind though. The upper class people Clare was often stuck gathering with seemed boring and plain. How could life be enjoyable if you couldn't express yourself and be a little different? Society couldn't determine how he expressed himself. Those thoughts often got someone in trouble, but Eli didn't really care.

With Clare so close, Eli couldn't help but smell the beautiful perfume she wore. Most of the time, he scoffed at the makeup, perfume and attire the upper class had to where, but anything was beautiful on Clare. She always had a unique scent and it was one he enjoyed. Being this close to her was like heaven to him. He'd never mutter it out loud though. He didn't want to complicate things further for either of them. Closing his emerald eyes, Eli took another light sniff of her and imagined her beautiful cinnamon curls. Then, he opened his eyes and smiled. Sometimes he wanted to bury his face in her beautiful hair. Of course, he never would. Eli understood that was a bit too outlandish, even for him.

[AppleMistress]

Clare was pretty sure her heart leapt out of her chest as she felt Eli wrap his arm around her shoulder. She loved the contact, and it made her feel so safe… but she also couldn’t help but feel extremely flustered. She knew well that she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a few slightly romantic feelings towards the young man walking next to her; but the reality of their situation and her love for their friendship was definitely what kept her from showing them. Eli was the last person she wanted to lose, and she feared taking any extreme risks. Nonetheless, his gesture made her smile in the goofiest way. Although she felt riled up whilst her blood danced with exhilaration, she felt contented and free. Something about doing something she wasn’t supposed to do was just the most remarkable thing for her. She was usually so righteous and tried to break as little rules as possible. Now, especially when she knew how horribly her class treated those who were a little less fortunate, she found breaking rules to be an act of justice. It was almost ironic how her brain was wired nowadays. The few friends she had in her own social class considered her delusional and crazy. It made her ponder why people could be so blind.

She then settled her head gently on his shoulder, an action that even managed to surprise herself. She was caught up in the moment, and he made her feel safe. She blushed, but didn’t draw away, afraid that he’d get the wrong idea if she did. The tips of his dark hair tickled her forehead. This was another moment in which she hoped with all her heart that he couldn’t see turn several different shades of red. Clare tended to do the most spontaneous and surprising things at random times, and she herself never seemed to notice what stimulated those peculiar actions. Of course, right now her intentions weren’t to be romantic. She just wanted to feel close to him while she still could. This was possibly one of their last nights together, as much as she hated herself for admitting it. And the feeling of his arm around her made her feel the safest she’d felt all night. She was usually such a vulnerable mouse of a girl after her recent heartbreak. She wasn’t completely helpless, of course, as she could still hold up in a verbal argument. But her weaknesses were rather simple to uncover. Her naïve ocean blue eyes tended to give her thoughts and emotions away quite easily.

“Boring and uncomfortable.” Clare agreed to his statement with a somewhat distressed sigh, “These clothes are deceiving…” she rolled her blue orbs and glared down at the shoes dangling in her hands in a way to express her hatred towards the highly uncomfortable attire. She pouted jokingly, suddenly desiring to just toss the shoes back behind her shoulder. She’d feel absolutely terrible doing something like that, though, as the shoes were extremely expensive. Her father worked for the money used to buy them, and it seemed wasteful. She’d consider giving them to someone less fortunate from time to time, but she also felt that they’d have no need for such uncomfortable and inconvenient shoes. They were merely used to show off how much money you had. People were looked up upon how much money they had, and it was just a little depressing to Clare. She found herself wishing she could just share her wealth and fortune; it could benefit and change so many peoples’ lives for the better. It was her father’s money, and he made all the decisions regarding it. There really wasn’t a thing she could do to help people.

Clare suddenly tried to shake off those thoughts. Money deceived people—that never changed. History simply repeated itself as time moved forward. There was nothing she could do about it, especially in her place as a weak little woman. She wasn’t expected to have opinions or knowledge—she just had to look pretty and do housework. Now that sounded especially uninteresting. And without Eli in her life, it’d only continue to feel a little more mind numbing as every year passed her by. Her visualizations of her possible future life by Fitz’s side seemed incredibly tedious and fearsome. Suddenly, her thoughts started to meander towards the ‘what ifs’. What if she could go sailing somewhere… See other countries and learn new things. Take a step outside the confined walls of her rich high-class style home. Just the thoughts of that kind of adventurous life made her heart swell with hurt. She knew that she’d never have the chance to go on the unbelievingly imaginative adventures her mind managed to create for her. But for some reason, those dreams and thoughts never seemed to leave her head. She was told from day to day that her head was always in the clouds, and she knew that was something that would never ever change. Her blue eyes were filled with puzzlement and slight sadness. “I want to travel…” she distantly mused, unsure if Eli could even hear her.

[DracoMalfoy]

Eli couldn’t help, but smile like a fool at hearing Clare’s words. It was so odd that someone who lived a completely different life than him could have such a similar opinion. Their society was stereotypical, boring and cruel. It wasn’t fair to be judged on how much money you had or how many gatherings you could afford to attend; the bold young man thought it was one’s character that should be judged. It was ironic, but he knew for the most part, the roles of society would be flipped if people were judged by their character. All of the upper class would see what it was like to be less fortunate then; all of them except Clare of course. She was kind and different from all the others. Eli couldn’t help but wonder about what went on in her head sometimes, but, obviously, she had her head in the right place. That was probably what he admired her most about her. Romantic feelings were far too dangerous, but he really couldn’t help but slowly fall in love with Clare and who she was.

It took him a long few moments to realize she’d leaned he head on his shoulder. Trying not to seem loud or obvious, Eli let out a surprised breath and his pale face turned scarlet for the fifth or sixth time tonight. He would admit he was fighting with his heart in an effort to extinguish his romantic feelings for Clare and having her close to him certainly wasn’t helping. He was quickly losing himself in her cinnamon curls; he was so tempted to send his hand through them. For some twisted reason, Eli found Clare’s hair different; no one seemed to have her curls, they were unique and that was one of the many qualities he loved about her. With her head on his shoulder, Eli was finding his need to be closer to her satisfied; but his heart threatened to jump out of his chest every time he took a long breath. He was positive Clare wasn’t acting romantic towards him. She just needed someone to be there for her tonight and he served that purpose.

“Am I your head rest now?” Eli asked her playfully, trying his hardest to break the eerie silence between them. He hated hearing his mind battle itself over how he felt for Clare and the only thing that seemed to be able to silence it was Clare’s own voice. Smiling sincerely, his directed his jade eyes towards the road ahead of him as he processed Clare’s final words from a few minutes ago. Honestly, he’d give anything to just abandon London and just run, going wherever he felt like going. And the thought of Clare by his side just made it seem like an even more amazing idea. Eli literally wanted to see the entire world. He wanted to experience new things, go on adventures and meet new people. His dream was to see America though. They were free and he’d give anything to experience that same freedom.

“I guess I’ll have to kidnap you again,” the young man joked with a small laugh as he brought his full attention back to Clare. He knew that would be nearly impossible. They’d have to resort to short, secret meetings if Clare did marry Fitz. The thought of showing up outside her window one night and stealing her away was exhilarating to him though. The twisted plan began to form in Eli’s head. He could scrounge up the rest of his money and buy them two tickets to the next ship to America and they could be free forever. Never again would they have to conform to the beliefs of their prejudice society and never again would either of them have to lay eyes on Marcus Fitzpatrick ever again. Jus the plan made Eli’s heart race even faster. He wanted it to be a reality, but he knew it just couldn’t be.

[AppleMistress]

Clare’s cheeks were painted with a deep crimson tint at Eli’s statement. He knew exactly what to say to make her blush; she often pondered how he had that intense affect on her. In fact, every time she peered into those enchanting olive orbs of his, she felt as though all of her problems could just disappear. Vanish without a trace. And as crazy as it may have sounded, she liked it. No—she loved it. She absolutely loved it. The way her heart would pound a little faster when he was around her, the way she felt so safe and open minded when she was standing near him, the way he could make her blush and smile and snap. And even though he tried to get under skin on purpose sometimes, he still handled her as though she was fragile and delicate; as though if she slipped, she’d break into a million little pieces. Never before had she laid eyes on someone who could care for her more than Eli Goldsworthy did. And that touched her heart more than anything. How could she join Fitz forevermore while she knew that there was someone out there who was capable of actually making her exultant? Fitz would easily leave her side for a drink, and he obviously proved that statement correct that very evening at the party. And then here was Eli, holding her close. She felt something for him… Though she knew if she expressed those feelings with romantic words and actions, they’d be in trouble. Her parents would constantly scold her, Fitz would most likely do something, and she could possibly lose her one and only friend in doing so. She didn’t want that. Especially when her life was at it’s breaking point.

“S-sorry, that was… I…” she stuttered, snapping her neck in an upright position. She felt a little disappointment as she lifted her head from his shoulder, but she didn’t want to let her somewhat romantic feelings for the young man standing beside her go completely haywire. Just that tiny action could have given him the wrong idea, and she didn’t want to lose him. But based on the playfulness that dripped from his voice, she felt assured that he didn’t hold her somewhat rash action against her. Clare laughed shyly, rubbing the back of her neck as she bowed her head in embarrassment. Why was she so paranoid and jumpy sometimes? She tended to worry a bit too much sometimes… She tended to let her mind wander, and if something surprised her, then it’d show up clearly on her features. A lot of people found it humorous.

Clare inhaled a deep breath, and felt a lighthearted feeling bubble up in the pit of her stomach as she listened to Eli’s next words. He could kidnap her any time he wanted to… He could kidnap her forever; whisk her away from this hellhole she called home. She laughed breezily, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt the stinging of tears welling up in her eyes. Suddenly, it felt as though everything was catching up with her. The fact that she’d be trapped this way forever… it was like falling inside a dark, slippery hole. And once she fell, there would be no way out. She’d continue to roam in the dark forever, blind. She’d live in an unknowing state of the changing world around her. Once she was married to Fitz, and forced to keep her place in the endless cycle social events and gatherings, there was no stopping. And the one person who could keep her happy would just disappear as time moved on. What if this was really their last night together?

“Sorry,” she said softly, apologizing for a second time. Acting like this when he was only being nice and jokingly with her—she felt a little ashamed of herself. She was supposed to be having fun, throwing a pity party for herself just seemed way too selfish. Clare moved her icy fingers up towards her eyes, trying to keep any tears from gliding down her pink tinted porcelain cheeks. It was like her breakup with KC, the social gatherings, being engaged to Fitz, and the valid possibility that she’d possibly lose all possible contact with Eli was pressing down on her shoulders. Reality was out to get her, and she was frozen in place. There seemed to be nothing she could do about anything, she didn’t seem to even have control over her own life anymore.

[DracoMalfoy]

Eli felt disappointment sting him like a bee when Clare moved her head away from his shoulder. He understood that she didn’t want any awkward or uncomfortable feelings between them, but he still couldn’t help but feel disappointed. They weren’t allowed to be anything more than friends and if either of them gave the other the wrong idea, he’d feel guilty. Whether or not they liked it, Clare may be forced to live at Fitz’s side forever and he wasn’t willing to risk her safety by acting on his romantic feelings for her. He wasn’t that selfish and he knew that his friendship with Clare was pushing the boundaries of their society already. Just seeing her made him happy. Eli tried to push his disappointment away and his signature, crooked smirk formed on his face. Even if he couldn’t have everything he wanted, just being here with Clare, walking down these dimly lit streets was perfect. Tonight seemed like an escape from the drama and complications of their lives. He knew both of them had multiple problems. Eli just felt lucky that he found someone like Clare to help him with his issues and in return, he tried to be there for her when she was troubled.

“I understand,” he responded, trying his best to hide the slight disappointment in his voice. He didn’t necessarily understand what it was, but having Clare so close to him just felt perfect. Feeling her head resting on his shoulder made him think that she was some sort of missing puzzle piece that completed him. For a moment, he diverted his olive eyes to the ground as he pondered what to say to her next. Although this night was supposed to be dedicated to both of them relaxing, but something about the night felt almost eerie and for some unexplainable reason, he felt tension. He was too scared to voice his concern to Clare, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if he worried her. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he finally continued, finding the courage to look back into her crystal blue eyes. Instantly, Eli felt lost in Clare’s eyes. He just didn’t understand how her eyes always hypnotized him.

He began to fight a mental battle of whether or not to take a step away from her. His heart told him that he loved being this close to her and he didn’t doubt that for a second; but, his mind insisted that he was making Clare feel uncomfortable. He didn’t want to give her the wrong idea about tonight and even though he did hold romantic feelings for her, he already decided that he just couldn’t act on them. Finally giving in to his mind, Eli reluctantly placed the arm that was around her shoulder back at his side and then took a small, uncomfortable step away from her. “I should be the one apologizing,” he smiled at her sadly. He felt bad that he was making her feel uncomfortable. He was supposed to be there for her to make her feel safe and secure, especially after the news of her engagement to Fitz. Eli knew he should be ashamed of himself for acting on his feelings. He just hoped Clare wasn’t too upset at him.

.~.~.~.

Fitz’s half-drunken mind had to take a few moments to register what had happened after the Edwards’ announcement of his engagement to Clare. Finally, when he realized Clare had retreated from the party, his blood boiled. He had to dismiss the words of congratulations from his friends and business partners as he narrowed his dark eyes at the open door Clare had left from. His mind began to run wild with paranoia and the alcohol influencing his system convinced him that she’d run off to Eli. The conclusion wasn’t unorthodox of course, but he was convinced that there was something romantic occurring between his future wife and his worst enemy. A new furry and determination came about him. Fitz wanted to see that Clare wasn’t with Eli and that she was willing to marry him. The alcohol had clouded his judgment much more than he originally thought.

Trying his best to politely excuse himself, the tall young man quickly jogged out the very door Clare had left from. It was dark out and it took his eyes a moment to adjust. After a moment, he realized neither she nor Eli was nearby and he cursed under his breath. Fitz quickly took off down the street, throwing all attempts to appear graceful and proper aside. If he found Clare and Eli together, he would make sure that neither of them saw each other again, even if that meant having Eli done away with, permanently. He did his best to ignore his exhaustion as he ran and his growing desire for a drink continued to rise. His eyes narrowed when he saw too familiar figures walking down the dark street and he narrowed his eyes in rage. Fitz followed them for a minute or two and when he finally heard the man speak, he was positive it was Eli and Clare.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Fitz called out to them, rather angrily. He was determined to make sure neither of them would see one another again. “I told you to stay away from him,” he continued to yell, his anger specifically aimed at Clare as he tried to gain her attention. She’d be married to him, whether she was happy or not and he’d make sure of it, if it was the last thing he did.

[AppleMistress]

Clare bit down on her lower lip as she listened to Eli, feeling a little less contented when he moved away. She knew then that her embarrassment made him draw back… It just showed that he was a gentleman; he didn’t want to take advantage of her conflicting feelings. But she couldn’t help but feel empty and guilty, she hadn’t meant to make him turn away from her. Something about being so close to the one person on this earth that understood her made her heart race; and she hadn’t experienced this much contact with another person since she was with KC. “I, I wasn’t uncomfortable, Eli. I just—“ she was cut off by a horrifying sound. Fitz.

Her crystal blue eyes glazed over with terror. She immediately recognized Fitz’s voice. This couldn’t happen. Not tonight. One night was all she was asking for. One night where she could just leave her troubles behind her. But of course, that was wishful thinking. She was frozen in place, color draining from her face. If she turned around, she’d be faced with the harsh reality that a drunk and enraged Fitz was standing only a few feet behind them. Clare found herself much too frightened to turn. She did not want to see Fitz. He was going to do something, he was drunk, and he threatened her earlier. He wouldn’t let her see Eli anymore. Her hands were quivering in anticipation. She knew his angry words were directed at her, and it only made her flinch visibly. The last thing she wanted to do was run or let him know she was scarred. She didn’t want Eli to feel guilty for this, and she didn’t want Fitz to gain satisfaction over her fear.

She stood there, staring at the ground for what seemed like hours as she tried to ponder what she could do. She was nearly speechless; she had no idea how she could reply to his words. If they weren’t engaged, she could merely brush him off. But that wasn’t exactly the case. She felt as though she were suffocating under the pressure. Absently, she squeezed her eyes shut as she sent a shaking hand into her auburn curls. Mustering up whatever strength she had, she managed to turn on her heels to face the ocean eyed alcoholic.

Clare couldn’t believe this was happening. Fitz ruined something that was supposed to be special. And the fear and rage this situation brought her was beginning to torment her mind with a wave of paranoia. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest that she could have sworn she heard it throbbing painfully in her ears. Opening her eyes, she looked over at the enraged young man with her agonizingly innocent eyes. That drunken disgrace of a man was going to be her husband. There would be no use, trying to convince her parents. As a tiny little woman, she had no say whatsoever. And Fitz knew that just as well as she did.

“I shouldn’t have to listen to what you have to say.” She said, surprising herself with the sternness of her tone, “I will head home later this evening, and inform my parents that I want to discontinue our engagement. We barely know each other, Fitz. This isn’t right.” That’s when her voice cracked. She lacked the confidence she needed to say those words clearly. Her nervousness was eating at her to the point where she couldn’t even look over to see how Eli was reacting to this scene. Part of her wanted to tell him to leave. She didn’t want him to blame this mishap on himself. Fitz would lash out at her—she knew it. In a way, she was scarred that she even decided on retorting. Women weren’t supposed to argue like she did. Feeling another surge of terror pump through her blood, she bit her tongue so harshly that it began to bleed. She needed to silence herself. Acting so boldly would get her into trouble, and she knew it.

[DracoMalfoy]

Fitz took his drunken gaze off Clare and moved it to Eli. This moment just made him hate his nemesis even more, if that was possible. What nerve did a peasant like Eli have to associate with someone like Clare? Especially when he was engaged to be her husband. His life was about to be perfect; he had a fortune, all the drinks he could swallow and someone as beautiful as Clare would be by his side forever. He was not about to let Eli take that away from him. It just wouldn’t be justice. The alcohol in his mind began to influence his muscles and his hands began to bawl into fists as he took a few small steps towards the shorter young man. He’d definitely make him pay for taking his Clare away. His poisoned mind told him that Eli was kidnapping her; she had to be here against her will. He’d make sure this gothic reject of society was punished. Fitz was almost ready to pounce on Eli when his mind finally registered what Clare had said.

Her words had stopped him in his tracks. She didn’t want to leave? And she wanted to discontinue the engagement? He squeezed his fists hard that they began to turn red. Never before had he been so infuriated. She had no place to say whether or not their engagement continued. She was a mere woman and quite frankly, Fitz wasn’t so willing to accept Clare’s words. “Don’t talk such nonsense!” he snapped cruelly, turning his attention back to his reluctant fiancé. “You’ll do as I say and be happy!” This just didn’t make sense to Fitz. He barely remembered his encounter with Clare back at the party, but the way he remembered it, she was perfectly willing to marry him. Eli had to pay for corrupting her mind.

Feeling his anger overpower him, he stepped forward and pushed Eli away roughly. After that, he paid little mind to his enemy and then turned to Clare. “Come back with me now,” Fitz ordered the cinnamon curled woman harshly. To prove his meant business, he took a step towards her and grabbed her wrist sharply. Truly, Fitz wasn’t thinking this whole situation through. His mind was making him hallucinate. He was seeing his actions as justified and righteous. It seemed that the alcohol was taking its poisonous effect on his system. All he wanted was Clare back with him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get Clare to leave Eli and accept him. His dark, blue eyes glared over at Eli for one more second before returning his evil gaze back to Clare. “You’re lucky I won’t inform you parents of this!” Fitz tried to tug against Clare’s wrist again, trying to get her to give in. She just didn’t understand that she was perfect for him, not Eli. The antagonistic young man was willing to go to any length to convince Clare of this.

.~.~.~.

Eli tried to stay near Clare as much as he could as Fitz took a few steps closer. He wasn’t willing to leave Clare’s side, no matter what happened. It was obvious to him that his rival was drunk out of his mind and he was seriously worried that he would do something to harm Clare. He moved some of his dark bangs out of his eyes as he narrowed them at his enemy. He was about to take as step forward in front of Clare, but, he was halted when Fitz pushed him roughly out of the way. For a moment, Eli lost his balance, but regained control before he could fall to the ground. He stood frozen in fear as he watched Fitz grab Clare’s wrist and continue to yell slurred words at her. His heart began to race over a hundred kilometers a minute and he wasn’t about to sit down and let Fitz torture someone he cared about, especially Clare.

“Leave her alone!” he yelled, quickly sprinting back to his best friend’s side. Eli took a few deep breaths as he tried to gather up his courage. It was obvious that Fitz was the taller and stronger man and if there was to be a violent fight, he was sure he wouldn’t come out the victor. But, he was willing to absolutely anything for Clare, even if it meant taking a hit or two for him. His jade eyes seemed to fire up in fury as he grabbed Fitz’s wrist that was trapped around Clare’s and gave it a tug. “She said she wants to stay,” Eli responded, rather darkly with a brutal glare.

Eli was finally able to get Fitz to let go of Clare’s wrist and then he pushed his enemy away from his best friend. When there was enough space between Fitz and Clare, he stepped in between them in an effort to guard the young woman he cared so deeply for. Eli wasn’t willing to let the taller, brutal, drunk get between him and Clare. He was sure after this; he would probably never see her again. But, he fought hard to push his emotions aside and tried to convince himself that it was probably for the best. Obviously, it wasn’t safe for Clare to be around him. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt her and if he had to stop associating with her, then… so be it.

For a brief moment, he turned to face Clare, the anger fading away for a moment to be replaced only by regret, hurt and sadness. “Step away from me,” he ordered her quietly, trying to remain calm. Fitz was an evil man sober; there was no telling what he would do when he was drunk. If this did turn violent, he wouldn’t forgive himself if Clare was hit. It would be his fault, regardless of what anyone said and he wasn’t ready to have that happen yet. Offering the young woman, a sad smile, Eli turned back to face Fitz, the anger in his pale face returning. “Get out of here, now,” he ordered his enemy, who didn’t seem to listen. He took a small step towards the evil man, trying to intimidate him in some way. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work, but Eli tried his best not to make his fear evident on his face.

Eli knew all too well that this was dangerous water he was treading in. Whether or not he deserved it, Fitz was a powerful man. He had money, influence among the upper class in London and he was strong and fast on his own. The gothic young man had absolutely no idea on how this confrontation would end, but oddly, that really didn’t matter to him. All that really did was Clare’s safety. He’d take any hit or punishment for her. She didn’t deserve to be married to someone as vile and disgraceful as Fitz. She deserved to be free and happy; not at an alcoholic’s side forever and ever. He’d do anything to save Clare; even if that meant she was safe from a fist just for this one night.

[AppleMistress]

Clare’s pale blue eyes stung with brackish tears in result of her distress. She fought her hardest to keep them from descending down her paled cheeks. She expressed her words calmly to Fitz, and he reacted violently. This only proved her fears correct. He’d hurt her if she disagreed with him. And even though the very thought of the disgraceful young man terrified her, she was not ready to see Eli and Fitz fight. She stumbled backwards reluctantly, whimpering lightly as she tried her hardest not to let her knees buckle. She felt nauseous—almost to the point where she felt as though she’d faint. If she were to witness Eli in pain on her account for the second time that night, she’d never forgive herself. And even though Eli thought it was right for her to stand back, she needed to do something. She watched the two men standing in front of her with weary eyes for a moment as she tended to her stinging wrist. The very thought of Fitz’s strong grip was terrifying. If he held to her neck with such a grip, she was sure it probably would have snapped.

Clare was too scared to speak at first. She was utterly speechless. And because of this, she felt useless. And feeling like a helpless, useless damsel in distress was the worst feeling in the world. Especially when combined with her sudden surges of resentment and desolation. Her head was spinning with conflicting thoughts. Would Fitz turn this situation around? Tell her parents that Eli was forcing her to rebel? Though, deep down, Clare knew that her parents would believe Fitz’s words. They’d been suspicious of Eli from the very beginning. If she were to tell them that she wanted to cancel the engagement while Fitz explained their encounter falsely, she’d be forced into this marriage for sure. Swallowing her fear, she clenched her fists and closed her eyes in irritation. Giving herself a moment to calm down, she lessened the tightness of her compressed fists. Blowing up in anger would not help things. She needed to stop this potential fight tranquilly, no matter how traumatized she felt.

She looked up earnestly, opening her eyes slowly. Taking a small and somewhat frightened step forward, she set a quivering hand on Eli’s shoulder. “Please, don’t fight.” She said softly, just loud enough that Fitz and Eli could hear her. She turned her head to the side, trying her best to focus on the ground as she closed her eyes. Tears threatened to fall, but she wouldn’t let them. She had to be strong right now. She had to take control before things went out of hand. “I don’t want to see you get hurt on account of my selfishness.” This was the complete truth, after all. Her need and ambition to be free along with her risky words of confidence were what got her into trouble. Eli didn’t need to feel as though he was responsible for the things that happened to her regarding Fitz, and he didn’t need to take a few hits for her. The last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt. She had romantic feelings for the young man, she knew it, but she couldn’t admit it out loud. And when she knew that she was the one who caused the pain that flashed in those olive eyes of his only a few moments earlier as she expressed the truth of the engagement to him, her heart shattered. And if he got hurt defending her, how on earth would she live with herself?

She opened her eyes, and turned her head to look directly at Fitz from behind Eli. His dark eyes frightened her; she noticed the same violent intent that had sparked through them at the party earlier. He threatened her twice. He said she’d be happy with him—his words made her want to scoff and laugh at the same time. Hadn’t he heard a word she said earlier on that evening? He was drunk, and he hadn’t cared enough for her to even try remembering what went on between them. He dismissed it so easily; it was rather repulsing. Eli would never do that to her… He listened to his opinions, and expressed his own. Although they didn’t see eye to eye sometimes when it came to their ideals, they still had such wonderful times debating. He was careful with her, and he also wasn’t afraid to crack a sarcastic joke in order to see her smile. Fitz was nothing like him. He had the opposite effect on her, in fact. And knowing that made her feel sick to her stomach. Knowing that Eli was willing to take a hit for her touched her more than anything else; but she didn’t want him to get hurt. So if it meant sacrificing her last night of freedom, so be it.

“Don’t… fight. Please. Fitz, I’ll come with you. Just don’t hurt Eli.” She said, feeling rather scatterbrained and woozy. She inhaled a deep breath to fill her demandingly nervous lungs with oxygen, hoping it would be a remedy for her panicky behavior. She was nervous to go with Fitz, but if she bit her tongue and let him escort her home, then there was no possible chance of bloodshed. Witnessing a fight of that nature would most definitely scar her for life. But Fitz could always misinterpret her words, and lash out at Eli in regards to his drunken state. And her heart was pounding in her chest at the very thought of it. If Fitz hurt Eli, she didn’t know what she’d do. She made a move to step in front of Eli. She needed to stop this before something happened. If not, she’d feel completely responsible.

[DracoMalfoy]

Fitz was about to tackle Eli, but he halted when he heard Clare speak up. He felt a great portion of his anger fade away as he processed her words and a slight smirk appeared as his way as his intoxicated mind convinced him that he’d won Clare; the best part was, Eli had lost. He’d make sure his nemesis never saw Clare again and he’d do anything to make sure his dream became a reality. His fists went to his side and his somewhat calm demeanor returned; the crimson faded from his face and although still drunk, Fitz seemed like he was somewhat sane and in control of himself. He didn’t feel nearly as violent as he did a few moments ago. Clare’s willingness to go with him really did a lot to help mellow his attitude. And beating Eli once again really was icing on the cake.

The evil in his eyes seemed to soften and he diverted his gaze away from the smaller young man in front of, to his soon to be wife. He seemed almost…happy. “Very well then,” Fitz responded to Clare, oddly with a calm and satisfied tone of voice. “I won’t hurt your abomination of a friend if you agree to come.” His mind was still twisted and distorted; he thought Clare did harbor romantic feelings for him. The alcohol was far from wearing off and it still had a tight grip on him. The tall, young man smiled lightly as he moved his eyes to stare at Eli once again. It was obvious that he was silently bragging. Even when drunk, Fitz could tell that his rival cared very much for Clare and getting her to come with him felt like he was stabbing a dagger in Eli’s heart. Victory never tasted so sweet; now, if he could only find a drink to quench his thirst. He wouldn’t let anything spoil his marital engagement to Clare. It was too perfect to be ruined.

.~.~.~.

Eli found it hard to breathe as he too heard Clare’s words. Although he knew it was for the best, he hated the idea of letting her go with a monster like Fitz. The simple thought of the taller man hurting Care because he caught her here with him made him feel terribly guilty. He wanted to be there to protect her no matter what. Eli was more than willing to argue for her to stay and take a few hits as a result. He hated himself for being so selfish though. Clare was his truest friend; he couldn’t fathom would his life would be like without her. It was apparent to him that he may never see her again after this moment and it really made him want to be sick. It wasn’t fair that a man so crude, evil and imperfect was soon going to call Clare his wife. No one deserved Clare’s hand; she was far too perfect for anyone.

But…for her safety, Eli knew he’d have to swallow his pride and trust that she would be okay for now. He hated the idea of letting her go with Fitz with all his heart, but it seemed like the only option. He was tired of being so selfish as well. Turning away from Fitz’s bragging face, he gazed at Clare with sadness in his olive eyes. Instantly, all the times they spent together flashed before his eyes and he feared that this would be the death of their friendship; this well may be the last time he would ever see her. He wanted their last meeting to be a happy one. Eli knew he’d give anything to see Clare smile, blush, roll her beautiful eyes…anything, besides cry. Seeing her now just broke his heart. His heart threatened to stop beating, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and shut his eyes as they threatened to release tears.

“Are…are you sure?” he asked her quietly, already knowing the answer. Selfishly, he wished she’d say no, whisper for him to turn and run with her. Now more than ever, he wanted to purchase two tickets for the next ship away and just escape with her. But, a happy ending for either of them seemed impossible at this point in time. And, Eli knew he couldn’t be selfish. His romantic feelings were best left dead and now, the idea of them just being able to be friends wasn’t plausible. He didn’t want to have to say goodbye and every second felt like a long, dreaded hour.

He wished they could laugh together one last time. He wished that just once more they could steal a moment or two to talk before Clare had to be whisked away to one of her social gatherings. Even those short minutes they’d always spend together seemed like paradise in Eli’s mind. Never again would he see her under that tree; and worst of all, never would he be able to make her smile. He wished more than anything that their realities could be different. Clare had done nothing to deserve this life that was being planned for her. She deserved a joyful, free, adventurous life. All Eli could do now was wonder what he had done to deserve this. Right now, his life just wasn’t fair.

“Promise to be careful,” he whispered her, his last command before giving her what he thought would be, his last smile. It wasn’t joyful; it wasn’t his humorous crooked smirk, but a sad farewell almost. He knew for a fact this life, as Fitz’s wife wouldn’t make Clare happy, but, what he cared most for was her safety. If Fitz harmed her because of her association with him, he really didn’t know what he’d do. Eli really didn’t want to turn back to see his enemy gloating over his victory. Losing Clare was the most crushing defeat he’d ever have to face. It just was an injustice that an evil, drunk like Fitz was able to have Clare. He just wished that the Edwards could realize their mistake and discontinue this engagement. That was their only hope now.

[AppleMistress]

Clare let her dismayed orbs descend towards the ground as she listened to Fitz’s somewhat smug tone, almost ashamed of herself for giving in so quickly. Inwardly, she knew this decision was probably for the best. This way, no one got hurt. She couldn’t express her fear of walking alone in the dark with Fitz in his intoxicated state in words, and she hoped with all her heart that that terror wasn’t displayed on her features. The last thing she wanted was for Eli to worry about her. Though she knew that she had already succeeded in making him worry based on his tone. Noticing his sadness made her feel even worse. But since Fitz found them, she highly doubted he’d leave them alone. It was best to break up this fight before it got out of hand.

She refused to believe this would be the last time she and Eli would interact. All she could ask for was one night, and that was taken away so easily. She was a good girl—an undeniably pure girl. What had she done to deserve this terrifying fate? That question alone caused a flicker of anger to burn through her blood. The sudden urge to rebel—to do something she wasn’t supposed to suddenly took over her mind. What she’d do, she wasn’t sure. Doing something impulsive and out of character seemed like a way she could vent this confusion. She straightened her posture in order to look a little more confident, and glanced over at Eli with softening eyes. “I’ll try to be careful… I can’t make any promises, though.” She murmured, only loud enough for him to hear. She shifted her eyes towards Fitz for a brief moment to check for suspicion before turning to Eli again. Her normally innocent blue eyes went ablaze with determination and grief. “Meet me tomorrow, please?” she hoped that Fitz hadn’t heard her request. She knew her question wasn’t all too specific, but if he tried to find her, they could have a small chance at exchanging a few words. That is… if Fitz didn’t say anything to her parents. She was sure he’d do anything in his power to keep her away from Eli after what happened tonight. The thought of disobeying his orders made her want to smirk in amusement. Clare Edwards never broke the rules, after all. No one would see it coming. But she still couldn't find the will to smirk, as she was still in an obviously distressed state.

Rage, fear, puzzlement. Those were the three things that tormented her throbbing head. Her thirst for adventure and rebellion arose more by the minute, they were feelings that she considered a few times in the past; but never before had she felt this extreme urge to act upon it. To do something that would make people scold her. To do something that’d surprise everyone. The thrill of these emotions was corrupting her fear, the exhilaration made her feel even queasier. She brushed her fingertips against her forehead as she felt faint, the fear of never seeing Eli again nipping at her thoughts. She shook her head, another random surge of determination erupting in her mind. She’d do anything in her power to see Eli again. Even if it meant breaking every single rule she was supposed to follow. She wouldn’t care if she got in trouble for it, what more did she have to really live for if she’d be forced to spend her entire life with Fitz? That thought alone made her feel a little stronger.

Feeling a little less tongue tied, Clare let her pale blue eyes meet with Fitz’s darker ones. She narrowed them for a moment, detesting what she was about to do. She took a step towards the aggravating man, swallowing hard. “Fine. I’ll come with you.” She resisted the urge to look awkwardly at the ground again, and brushed past him, towards the path that led to her home, feeling more and more distressed with every step she took. Walking ahead was a way to avoid Fitz grabbing her wrist again; his touch made her flinch. And her wrist was still sore from the death grip he’d put her in only moments earlier. She shyly looked behind her shoulder at Eli with an apologetic stare, hoping with all her heart that he understood her antics.

[DracoMalfoy]

Fitz smirked once again at his victory. His smirk probably seemed odd and scary due to his intoxicated state, but he wasn’t spending any time thinking of such trivial things. All that mattered to him at this moment in time was having Clare all to himself. The thought of Clare never seeing Eli again was really the single most pleasurable thought he’d ever had. A reject from society didn’t deserve Clare, he did. Although the idea of having his rival done away with sounded very appealing to him at this point in time, just the concept of never having to see Eli’s face again as satisfying enough for him. He turned to watch Clare with his dark eyes. He wasn’t able to hear Clare’s silent conversation to Eli; his drunken state of mind as really doing a fine job of blinding him to most of what was going on around him. But, to say Fitz wasn’t intelligent enough to realize this was a pretty fair statement.

“Very well then, goodnight Mr. Goldsworthy,” he spoke up, his tone sarcastic and mocking towards his bitter enemy. He was actually quite joyful that he didn’t have to dirty his hands by fighting Eli; just letting the poor peasant submit to him willingly was priceless entertainment in itself. And now that he was walking away with Clare, leaving a disappointed and dejected Eli behind, well, that was worth millions. For a moment though, he convinced telling the Edwards an exaggerated version of tonight’s events. Perhaps they’d post guards at Clare’s doors to make sure she could never see Eli again. Oh, that scenario was a beautiful dream in Fitz’s mind. Despite a few minor setbacks, tonight was transpiring quite well.

As he walked, he tried his best to keep his composure. He was debating whether or not he should yell at Clare for her actions. She wasn’t justified to rudely leave the party after the announcement of their engagement and finding her with Eli, the one he hated most, was like adding an insult to an injury. He was Marcus Fitzpatrick and he deserved to be treated it the utmost respect. Clare obviously had a lot of nerve to treat him the way she had tonight; and he was more than willing to do just that. “You should be ashamed,” Fitz whispered to her as he walked, making sure his voice was quiet so Eli couldn’t hear them still. “I won’t tolerate the way you’ve behaved tonight!” The words came off as menacing and dominant in his mind, but in reality they sounded jumbled and slurred. Maybe this made him more frightening, Fitz was obviously too intoxicated to tell the difference.

.~.~.~.

Eli stood, frozen in place as he watched Fitz walk away with Clare. He still had a fear inside him that he may never see Clare again, but her one last, whispered request to him restored hope to his heart. Maybe they would be able to meet again tomorrow, even if it were for a moment or two. He did wish they had decided on a place, but he knew they didn’t have time to do such a thing and he was also confident in his ability to find her. Eli nodded slowly, but he wasn’t sure if Clare had caught the gesture or not. He was determined to meet her, even if it was the last thing he did, and, to be honest, it very well could be.

Watching Fitz walk away with the one person he trusted more than anyone else on this earth was painful for him though. It wasn’t a well guarded secret that Clare wasn’t safe and Fitz doing something dangerous, harmful or unorthodox to her was truly his greatest fear. He never wanted Clare to feel scared or alone and he was always willing to do anything he had to, to protect her. Eli wished with all his heart that he could be there for her right now, but, it just wasn’t possible. He’d just have to pray that Fitz wouldn’t make any foolish decisions tonight. If he discovered that he’d hurt her, the pale faced young man was sure he’d be sick. Some of his dark bangs fell in front of his green eyes, but he was too depressed to move them out of his gaze.

It felt like he had been holding his breath the entire time because it was hard for him to get air into his lunges. The whole ordeal had been quite stressful for him and he wished that things could be simpler for both him and Clare. The gothic young man was almost positive that Fitz was going to take her back to her parents’ party and he knew that was the last thing Clare needed. She often told him how lonely and suffocated she felt at all those social gatherings and he often found himself wishing he could be there to keep her calm during them. Having to suffer a whole party at Fitz’s side sounded like torture; Eli was willing to do everything in his power to make sure Clare wouldn’t have to call Fitz her husband.

[AppleMistress]

Clare watched the ground as she walked, her shoulders stiff. She felt as though she had to be on her guard now; she was walking alongside a drunk and obviously angered Fitz. His slurred words scared her half to death. But if this meant keeping Eli out of harms way, then it was worth it. She just felt pained to have to leave him alone. Hopefully he’d make note of her request; if they were lucky, they’d have some time to talk. She needed to explain her reasoning and tactics for what she did. She knew well that Eli was risky enough to take a punch or two for her, but that was something she did not want to witness. She already decided that it would have been her fault if she didn’t break up the fight before something drastic happened. Going with Fitz quietly seemed like the best option. She had noticed Eli’s nod, and felt only a little better. As much as she hated cutting their night short, she could at least offer him a chance to find her the next day. He was clever, she was sure they’d be able to outsmart Fitz for an hour or two the next day. If she was lucky, she wouldn’t have too many events to attend to the next day. That seemed like wishful thinking, as she’d probably be expected somewhere in celebration of her ‘wonderful’ engagement. Climbing out her window in the middle of the night suddenly seemed very tempting…

Though when Fitz was yelling unnecessary things at her, she felt the strong impulse to snap back at him. She was not in the mood to be scolded by him of all people. “How inconsiderate of me.” Clare said, her voice dripping with heavy sarcasm. It was unlike her to use sarcasm; but in her mood, and because of Eli’s influence on her, it just came out. Part of her hoped that Fitz’s intoxicated mind would not comprehend it. The odd little urge to rebel suddenly rose inside her again. She crossed her arms, turning her head so she was looking away from Fitz. “Eli is my friend, I have every right to speak with him. You scarred me away, Fitz. I want to discontinue this engagement.” She was probably sounding like a complaining, ridiculous child now. She was just asking for a punch in the face now, but for some reason, she just couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She was just too angry to swallow her pride and bite her tongue tonight. And she would never have a say when it came to discontinuing the engagement. She had a terrible feeling that Fitz was already conducting some sick plan in his head to twist the events of the night to fall in his favor.

She turned her head, looking over at Fitz. Her gaze sparked, as though she was challenging Fitz to retort. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had a death wish. For some reason, she wanted to pound the fact into Fitz’s head that she didn’t want him. If she repulsed him, maybe he’d also want to discontinue the engagement. If she was lucky, this could work in her favor. But there was just as much of a chance of her inspiring him to win her over more so, which most definitely would not end well. She would risk anything to break free from her chains, she was sure of it. If she was coming home to a party to celebrate an engagement she didn’t even support, why did she care if something happened to her? The only thing she looked forward to was some time to herself; and some time to talk these things over with Eli. She wanted him to know that she trusted him, she didn’t want to lose him, but she didn’t want to see him get hurt on her account. He dominated her mind, and she couldn’t change that.

Clare couldn’t help but wonder how Eli was taking this right now. She hoped he wasn’t being hard on himself, as he tended to do just that when he couldn’t be there for her sometimes. She felt a little less safe when he wasn’t around; but when he wasn’t around, it was mainly because of the absurd social order they both had to live by. She knew well that he’d be there for her in a heartbeat if he could. The thing she wanted the most in the world right then was to turn around, and run back to him. To apologize for leaving him behind, and ask him to take her somewhere where they could just hide away from the whole world. This situation just opened her eyes as to see how realistic and terrible her life was going to be. She only asked for one night; one night of peace where she could talk to Eli until sunrise. Now, there was the slightest possibility that she’d never see him again. But she knew dwelling on those weary thoughts would get her nowhere. She needed to conduct some witty plan in her head… One where she and Eli could escape Fitz for just a little while. Wishing obviously wasn’t enough at this point; she had to step up. She needed to do something bolder.

[DracoMalfoy]

Fitz was truly caught off guard by Clare’s sudden boldness. Even though he was drunk, he was still able to easily process the sarcasm in her tone and her clear dislike for their engagement. Who was it that she thought she was? She was a small, young woman and she had absolutely no say in their society. Her parents had agreed to marry her to him and the marriage would be very profitable; the alcoholic, young man wasn’t about to let her selfish reluctance ruin this for him. Turning his head to glare down at her, he challenged her similarly to way she was challenging him right now. Moments ago, he thought he’d gotten the idea across to her that if she didn’t agree with him, he’d harm her precious Eli and maybe, her if he had to. Fitz just didn’t understand what he had to do to get Clare to agree to this engagement. But, unfortunately for her, he was willing to go to nearly any length to do just that.

“Are you mad? You just don’t understand do you?” he snapped at his fiancé, his anger and bitterness returning. She had no say in their engagement, it wasn’t proper for her to have any say at all. He squeezed his fists together roughly, his hands turning red, similar to his pale face. His blue eyes were tainted with rage and evil as he leaned in closer to her, in an effort to make his frightening point. “There’s nothing you can do, you don’t want to discontinue the engagement,” Fitz finally continued, his slurred voice probably coming off as eerie. “You’re useless, only good for your money and pretty face. And, I suggest you silence yourself before some unsuspected harm finds its way to Mr. Goldsworthy.”

His words were brutal and demonic. He wasn’t afraid to say anything; he’d harm Eli if he had to, his drunken mind convincing him he’d go as far as to kill his adversary if he really had to. Whatever it was he could say or do to scare Clare into submission; he’d surely do without the hesitation. Her position in society was useless and she would believe it before she walked down the aisle to become his wife. Any mention of Eli made his blood boil and he was determined to make it apparent that he never wanted Clare seeing him. “You’re never to see him again,” Fitz ordered her darkly, completely disregarding what she’d just said. The alcohol’s influence over his mind, words and actions began to wear off and in its place, came a throbbing headache. He was craving another drink to help soothe his pain. Having Clare submit to him would ease his stressful pain, though.

.~.~.~.

Adam didn’t know how these upper class snobs enjoyed these suffocating gatherings. Just being present at this one in particular was a dreadful bore; no one spoke a kind word to him and some of the rude gossips spreading around the room made him imagine these people as snakes instead of privileged men and women. And, if simply attending this party was a discomfort for him, having to serve was a true nightmare. Labor really wasn’t Adam’s forte. He preferred to sit back and let his stresses and trouble flee from his mind, but he’d recently discovered his preferred style of living didn’t really help him pay for his food. So, to save himself from starving on London’s cold streets, he’d gotten himself a job of serving food at all of the gatherings the Edwards family held. The pay was to his liking, but having to actually work…that wasn’t really the enjoyable part.

The young man sighed quietly to himself as he set a few full glasses of drinks onto the nearest table for the guests to take for their enjoyment. It was nearly impossible though to not hear what some of the men and women were muttering to themselves. Most of the older gentlemen were discussing investments and stocks and it was hard for Adam not to yawn in boredom and annoyance. Most of the ladies though were discussing Clare, the Edwards’ daughter, and her engagement to Marcus Fitzpatrick. He knew Fitz all too well, just like his best friend did. He didn’t care for that terrible excuse for a man and although he didn’t know Clare, he pitied her. The normally carefree young man felt he could safely bet that the marriage wouldn’t be a successful one.

Under his breath, Adam scoffed at all of the shallow gossip. He didn’t understand why Clare couldn’t have her privacy. At the announcement of the engagement, he’d watched her flee right out the door only to be followed by Fitz a few minutes later. He prayed the obvious alcoholic wouldn’t find her though; it wasn’t his business to interfere, but he knew that anyone who tangled with Fitz didn’t always come out without a scratch. It was quite a shame that she would have to spend forever at such a terrible. Adam couldn’t help but scoff again at hearing people continue to gossip though; the rude words he heard annoyed him.”Just shut up,” he muttered out loud by accident, quickly hoping no one overheard and accused him of being rude. Adam knew he couldn’t afford to lose this job.

[AppleMistress]

Clare went slack jawed for a moment. She’d expected Fitz to yell, yes. But she didn’t even think of him trying to hurt Eli. If Eli got hurt just because she felt like going up against the alcoholic’s words verbally, she didn’t think she’d ever forgive herself. She pursed her lips, trying her hardest to swallow the bile that rose in her throat. Of course, she thought his threat to Eli was extremely cowardly at the same time. It just showed that Fitz considered Eli a threat to his so called ‘perfect’ life. He was obviously only marrying her for money and satisfaction. The independent young woman told herself to ignore him for now; she just had to keep herself from retorting. She’d save this fight for her parents; the people who actually had power over the decision to discontinue the engagement. And she was pretty sure her parents wouldn’t even think of threatening her the way Fitz did. There were plenty of girls who liked good gossip; if she could find out just the slightest thing she could do that would make Fitz turn away from her, she would.

‘I’ll see him again… you just won’t know about it next time.’ She thought inwardly in effort to make herself feel a little more contented in her tormented mind. She let her somewhat fearful and thoughtful gaze fall towards her feet. Clare felt extremely tired and nauseous; this information was almost too much to take in one night. She had to find a place she could go with Eli that Fitz would never even plan on going. She had to warn him that Fitz had bad intentions. Of course, Eli probably already knew that he did. She just wanted to make sure he would be prepared for it. For now, she tried to soothe herself with the thought that maybe Fitz would lash out at her a little less in a more sober state. Nonetheless, it was still Fitz. The young woman never knew that she could loathe such a man so much.

Apprehensive and heated thoughts were going loose in her head, she felt like she was going to be sick. As much as she wanted to yell at the drunken young man walking alongside her, she bit her tongue in order to keep herself from jeopardizing Eli’s safety. If she argued now, she’d be going against her initial intention to keep Fitz from fighting Eli. She staggered a bit in her next few steps, feeling as though her knees were going to buckle at any moment. Clare had no idea whatsoever as to how she was even going to survive the rest of this party. Why couldn’t the night just move a little faster… The only thing she wanted was to see Eli, and make sure he was safe. She cared for him more than anyone else right now, and if he was hurt because of her, she’d probably feel guilt piling up on her shoulders like a ton of bricks. But she wasn’t going to refrain herself from seeing Eli; she honestly didn’t think she’d be able to keep herself sane without him for any longer. She wanted to smile at one of his sarcastic comments; she wanted to hear his voice. The longing was nearly too much to withstand.

Clare suddenly realized looking at the ground wasn’t her best idea, as she was walking in random zigzags with clumsy feat. She let out a nervous laugh that didn’t even sound much like a laugh itself, running a hand absentmindedly through her auburn locks. “I think I’ll retire to my room for the rest of the night. I feel sick.” She said, trying her hardest to keep her voice from sounding a little vile. She peered at the shape of her house from under her long eyelashes; only a little relieved to see it was a few feet up ahead.

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Fiona Coyne sighed wearily as she swung her arms back and forth in order to cease her ever-growing boredom. Porcelina, her pet pig, was to be kept at home during these high-class social events, much to her disappointment. She was as lonely as ever, standing at the sidelines of the event as she watched proper young women flaunt around in their colorful umbrella-like skirts while the gentlemen spoke of their riches and politics. These parties could be exciting sometimes, Fiona found herself especially amused at the lengths some of these people would go to impress others. She found it somewhat comical when young men came up to her and attempted to charm her—it was something she was used to. By now, she knew almost every flirtatious move in the book. After a while, though, these events gradually became a little repetitive. She found it rather attention-grabbing; watching the young daughter of the Edward’s residence flee after her engagement to Marcus Fitzpatrick was announced. It was not very common where someone would run off after such an announcement; her mind flooded with possible reasons why the girl may have escaped as she did. However, Fiona was uninterested in the terrible gossip flitting about. People needed their privacy. And because of some of her own crazy little scenarios in the past, she knew well what it was like to be a main subject of the nights’ gossip.

Fiona sighed once again. No one wanted to talk to her; she was merely standing there as she pondered her situation. She needed some company. She took a tiny sip out of the delicate glass of champagne she was holding in her gloved hand before setting it aside on a nearby table. While doing so, she overheard the young server mutter under his breath. She found this utterly amusing, and she was desperate to talk to someone. Feeling a little bubbly because of the champagne she had been sipping only moments earlier, she let out a light laugh; cupping her hand over her mouth as she did so. She lifted her gaze towards the young man, noticing instantly that he looked just a little different from everyone else. She didn’t exactly know what it was that made him different; but it was there. She tilted her head to the side intently, offering him a slight smile as she rolled her enthusiastic yet somewhat bored blue irises.

“The people I normally associate with only care for politics and gossip.” Fiona murmured to the gentleman, shifting her eyes towards the rich-class folk for a brief moment before turning back to him, “It’s a little unsettling. Over the years, I’ve just learned to disregard the obnoxious chatter.” As soon as she uttered her words, she realized that this young man would probably look at her like she was crazy. It was extremely rare to find a young mistress like herself speaking with a worker. She was lonely, and the social standards just didn’t seem to matter to her right then. In fact, he looked a little lonely himself, standing back behind the tables like he was. Maybe now was the time to make a friend... even if it was only temporary.

[DracoMalfoy]

Fitz was at first satisfied that Clare had gone silent after hearing his vicious, verbal threats. It made him feel as if he was in control of her and their situation and that was an unnecessary, but welcome ego boost for him. Knowing that he made someone as independent and strong minded as Clare quiver in fear made him feel accomplished; though he failed to realize it, that was an evil thought to have, taking satisfaction in scaring his fiancé wasn’t the best way to handle their relationship, if it could be called that. The alcoholic didn’t want to hear another word about Eli and he was quite relieved when Clare didn’t offer to argue him. As the alcohol continued to lose its control over his mind, Fitz’s head began to pound harder and after a few minutes of silent walking, it felt as if someone was repeatedly hitting him with bricks. It was truly unpleasant, but it wasn’t the first time he experienced pain after a frenzy of drinking. It just seemed that he would never learn.

The quiet helped soothe his pain a little and if he was a halfway decent man, he would’ve thanked Clare for being quiet. Even their footsteps felt like the launching of cannonballs in his mind and he winced every time one of their feet met the ground. Fitz himself was feeling dizzy and a little nauseous, but, he tried his best to hide it from the cinnamon haired young girl walking beside him. He wasn’t about to appear weak in front of her; he wouldn’t let her take advantage of him in any way. But, he was quickly growing annoyed, watching her dizzily walk in multiple directions, failing to actually move straight. To be honest, watching Clare walk made him feel sicker than listening to her talk. He’d give anything to hear her talk, to argue with him, anything!

He was a little relieved when he heard her finally speak up, but her words threw him off. The tall, young man expected her to lash out against him, yell that she would continue to see Eli and run off, but it was surprising to hear she only wanted to rest. Fitz had his suspicions at first, but, he was much too ill feeling to thoroughly question them. He didn’t know how he’d survive the rest of this party with so many guests questioning him, their curious inquiries ringing in his ears and then the temptations of the alcohol would drive him to be more light headed and nauseous more than ever. Trying his best to clear his head, Fitz glanced at Clare for a mere moment, but winced as if this single action hurt like a bullet to his brain. Ignoring the pain, he simply nodded, to the best of his ability.

“Fine, fine, that’s alright,” the young businessman answered her, irritable, but accepting nonetheless. Tonight’s events had stressed, enraged and sickened him. He really didn’t want to deal with Clare or her undying desire to see Eli. He’d deal with her tomorrow, when his headache and nausea weren’t present. He already had plans to confront her parents, exaggerate the story and assure that they wouldn’t believe a word she said to them. Sadly, thinking about his newly formed plan too much caused his head to pound, so, he tried his best not to process any thoughts. “But, you’d better not sneak off,” Fitz half warned, half threatened her. He was sure she knew the consequences, but it didn’t hurt to frighten her more. The tall, evil man saw the Edwards’ house come into view and as they approached, he put on a fake smile, a mask to hide his sickness and rage. It seemed this night wasn’t hell just for Clare, it’d quickly become awful for him as well.

.~.~.~.

Adam was pulled from his thoughts when he heard someone, a young woman, speak to him. Instantly, he feared he was in trouble, his small complaint earning him the termination of his job, but, when he took a moment to process the words that had been said to him, he couldn’t help but smile. He set down the glass, he’d picked up to clean momentarily, to turn and see probably the most beautiful girl in the world. Although he could tell there was a hint of boredom in her eyes, she was till angelic looking to him. At first, he felt uncomfortable nervous and diverted his blue eyes to the ground so he wouldn’t have to look this young woman straight in the eye. Adam hated admitting it, but he didn’t know what to say. If you asked anyone who knew him, they would all tell you that Adam always had a comment or a joke to tell in response to anything, but this was one of the rare moments when he was utterly speechless. It was a foreign feeling to him and it just made him feel…stupid.

When he gathered up the courage to speak, it seemed fate was against him as he remembered another factor that seemed determined to keep him from talking. It wasn’t really acceptable for servants to speak to the guests. Adam began to fear that he may lose his position for just being spotted near her. Though the odd young man hated following the rules, it simply wasn’t customary for the servers to strike up conversations with the guests. That and, despite her bored appearance, he was sure she had many other better and more important people to talk to. Still, this opportunity didn’t show itself often. Maybe he’d never run into a beautiful woman who actually seemed interested in talking. Perhaps it was the right thing to do to take the risk and actually talk to her. What was really the worst that could happen?

“Y-yes, sometimes it’s best to ignore people,” Adam finally choked out, and quickly felt much better after he did. He offered the young lady a smile as he brought his cerulean orbs to meet hers for a moment. After a while, he felt as if he was being rude, so he diverted his gaze to the table behind her, trying his best not to appear any more ridiculous than he already did. “I don’t understand why people don’t mind their own business, though. People deserve to have private lives.” Adam was hesitant to ask for her name. Whoever she was, he assumed she hated being on the receiving end of scandal and rumors and he really didn’t want to question her in any way. Besides, it was rude for a mere servant to inquire her name; she too good to be talking to the likes of him anyways. The only question was, why was she talking to him?

[AppleMistress]

Clare nodded her head gently at Fitz’s command; her coffee colored curls bobbing softly with her gesture. She really was fatigued; and she felt she just needed some time alone to clear her troubled mind. There were various problems eating at her—problems that would take quite a lot of thought and strategy to solve. Her throat hurt, and every time she considered lashing out at Fitz, she found no words. After he’d threatened Eli, she felt powerless. She hated the feeling, but she knew for now, it’d be best to walk in silence. She hated that Fitz had scarred her to the point of obeying his every word, but what more could she do? She was influential only with her words; and if her words triggered physical harm to others and herself, then she just had to suck her pride up and bite down on her tongue. If she even dared to say a single rude thing, she was sure she had a death wish. So, that in mind, she kept her sapphire orbs glued to the ground as she walked. Her eyelids began to feel heavy… But she was afraid of sleeping. There were plenty of things that could offer her terrifying nightmares tonight. She tangled her fingers together, fidgeting with them for a little as her nerves began to get the best of her. Her heart pounded. She hoped that she wouldn’t be questioned upon entering the house…

Trying to let those thoughts tarnish, she inwardly wondered how Eli was feeling. Clare hated more than anything that she had to leave him behind so quickly, without even a single goodbye. But she was almost assured that she was doing this for his benefit; Fitz was a scary, tall alcoholic. As much as it pained her to leave Eli, she knew that she saved him from any sort of physical harm that Fitz seemed quite intent on inflicting. Eli was lucky; he seemed to have the freedom she couldn’t attain. His freedom was also something she admired about him, but also something she envied. It seemed that no matter how hard she fought against her social class, nothing seemed to shatter the chains that kept her there. Running away seemed like a tempting option, though she felt that she couldn’t leave her parents. What on earth would they think if she disappeared with the night? She let out a distraught sigh. Shouting that life wasn’t fair wouldn’t solve her problems, it would only help her to vent a little of her bemused frustration.

Clare looked up at Fitz, instantly taking notice of his abnormal behavior. It was most likely the alcohol taking its effect. If she felt a little more daring, she probably would’ve tried to run off. But right now, her will was smashed and she was tired. And by triggering Fitz’s anger by doing so, she had no clue whatsoever as to what he’d do to her if she tried. Weirdly enough, she felt concerned for the young man. Even though she definitely disliked his tactics and alcoholism, she couldn’t help but express a little alarm for his safety. Her innocent blue eyes smoldered with confusion and concern, and she tipped her head to the side slightly. “Are… Are you feeling all right? You look a little ill yourself.” She asked, inwardly cursing the fear in her tone. She couldn’t marry a man who made her quiver in trepidation every time he looked at her… She couldn’t marry someone who deemed her useless like he did. “I could… uh… retrieve a glass of water for you. I mean… if… if you needed it.” She chomped down on her lower lip, noticing that her voice sounded just a little raspy from the crying and yelling she’d been doing for a majority of the evening. She was tongue-tied, and her hands trembled fretfully. She hated this feeling. And why on earth was she even putting an effort into helping the nasty alcoholic? Well, even if he did do things to repulse her, he was still a human being. She couldn’t completely disregard how sickly he appeared, after all.

She ventured up the porch steps, listening to the woken floorboards squeak underneath her hesitant feet. She waited there for Fitz, deciding it’d be unwise to move along in without him by her side. She didn’t want to go in yet, as she was sure if he were going to be sick, it’d be in his best interest to stay out of the house while doing so. Clare exhaled a weary breath, rubbing her arms with her fingers gently. Although she obviously disliked the young man who was to be her husband in a matter of weeks, she knew that this probably wasn’t a relatively good night for him either. She knew what it was like to love someone who didn’t love her back… Although she was sure what Fitz felt for her wasn't really love; especially if he threatened her and deemed her useless as he did. Only then did she realize how cold the night air was against her porcelain skin. Shivering, she squeezed her eyes closed for a moment before opening them once again. As much as she dreaded returning to the party and its’ terrible gossip, the warmth inside the confined walls of her home was surely going to soothe her just a little.

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Fiona smiled elatedly as he replied, appreciative that this young man was willing to talk to her. She felt a twinge of disappointment when she noticed that he looked slightly uncomfortable, she really hadn’t meant any harm by striking up a small conversation. Though she did know her selfish need to talk to someone could get this young man fired, and she assumed he needed the money he worked for. The young mistress was told time and time again that she was not allowed to pay people for their company like she had in the past, so she had to restrain herself from doing so now. This gentleman appeared sweet and considerate, unlike most of the other men she’d dealt with in the past. The last thing she wanted was for him to lose his job on her account.

“That’s what you’d think. Hm… Ah. Think of it this way. All of these people here have restrained, boring, relatively uneventful lives. If you strike up some unpleasant rumor, it gets a reaction out of people. They spread these terrible stories to bring some sort of enthusiasm into their lives.” She offered, trying to describe the prime situation of the rich and wealthy to the best of her abilities. “Such corrupted people, us richies.” She shook her head as though in disbelief as she looked off towards some of the more gossipy groups among the crowd, sighing before gazing back at the young gentleman.

Fiona bit her lip, studying the worker with interested blue orbs. There really was something different about him… Perhaps it was his personality that made him appear a little friendlier? She couldn’t exactly put her finger on it. It bothered her just a little, but she knew well that she was taking an abnormal liking to this young man. She blinked a few times, remembering that she was told time and time again not to stare. It was impolite. Another impolite gesture was the fact that she hadn’t even bothered to introduce herself. She licked her lips upon realizing this, blushing faintly. She drew a gloved hand towards the young man, offering him a vivacious grin.

“Fiona Coyne.” She piped up, supposing he’d know she was introducing herself because of the gesture she gave him with her hand. “If you want me to leave, just say so. You won’t offend me or anything…”

The brunette shifted her eyes towards the crowd of people, a little nervous. She decided to clarify herself. “I know that speaking to me could get you into trouble, so you can turn back to your work if you wish to… And I apologize if I interrupted your work. I was just lonely…” She blushed as she admitted that, and kept her eyes glused to the people who were attending the gathering.

She was sure all of the rumors regarding Miss Edwards and Mr. Fitzpatrick were distracting a majority of the people who attended the gathering, she doubted that anyone would even notice the two of them speaking to each other, as they were standing near the back of the elegant room. She couldn’t help but glance towards the doors that the newly engaged couple had both exited only a little while ago. Although Fiona knew it was best not to assume things, she couldn’t help but fear the worst for the couple. It did not seem as though they got along… Not even on a friendly basis. And it was no secret that Mr. Fitzpatrick was an alcoholic. She had a problem with alcohol in the past, and she already knew well what symptoms a person would have after they devoured drink after drink. It wasn’t a safe thing to be around… She always decided to have a single glass of champagne every other night; she definitely was not going back to her past of drinking a glass every time she felt stressed. Alcohol was the primary ingredient for a problematic life, after all. Finding herself absentminded with her meandering thoughts, she turned back to the young gentleman standing behind the table.

[DracoMalfoy]

Fitz followed Clare in absolute silence; his rage had seemingly completed subsided and he dared not speak. Starting another argument was the last thing he wanted right now. Though he wanted Clare to speak to clear the awkward air between them, it was hard for him to process anything right now. His head ached too much, it was almost unbearable. The fleets of questions they’d both probably receive after entering the house wouldn’t help anything either, he assumed. He sent a rough hand through his charcoal black hair and sighed heavily, trying his best to remain as silent as he could. Earlier, Fitz had convinced himself that this night had been perfect, everything was under control and nothing could spoil his good time. But, now he was sure the alcohol in his system had a lot to do with that assumption. Everything felt like a disaster, spiraling out of control until it destroyed everything in its path. He couldn’t help but mentally inquire if Clare was feeling the same way now. Her silence did nothing to confirm or deny his suspicions though.

Moving his hand from his hair back to his side, he walked up to the porch and gently opened the door, wincing slightly as the creak it made rattled his mind. Looking towards his reluctant fiancé with a grin that gave off mixed singles, he gestured to the open entrance to her house. “After you,” Fitz said simply, without a particular tone or emotion. It was as if tonight’s dramatic events had never occurred. Quite frankly, he wished they had never occurred, so maybe acting neutral to the entire situation would help fix the problem. Now that he was thinking more clearly, the tall man realized threatening Clare had been the wrong route to take to solve the problem. He just couldn’t control himself. He hated Eli Goldsworthy with every bone in his body and knowing that his future wife was running off with him was simply infuriating. Maybe the alcohol had amplified his rational emotions, but, that notion was far from his mind.

But now, he’d try and treat Clare with the utmost respect. Even though he didn’t properly show it this evening, he cared a great deal for her. Her family’s money and social status were definitely elements to envy, but, her beauty, intelligence and independence really attracted him to her. Though, he was sure after tonight, it would be nearly impossible for him to get her to return his feelings. After all the inappropriate things he said to her just minutes ago, it probably appeared that he cared nothing for her at all. It was cruel irony and Fitz hated it. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to disregard everything, he kept returning to the solution of blaming Eli. Everything had to be that insignificant peasant’s fault.

Fitz knew blaming Eli for everything wouldn’t place him high in Clare’s heart though. It wasn’t fair. If he wanted to win her affection, or at the very least, her agreement to the wedding, Eli had to be left untouched. And, the thought of letting that menace run around, trying to spoil their engagement made his blood boil to an unhealthy temperature. There was seemingly nothing he could do. Fitz felt as if he were trapped in a corner and now, his boasting towards Eli earlier felt like a sick, hypocritical joke. He hadn’t won a thing. Eli had won. It was as if the young Goth knew he was immune because of how he felt about Clare. If he wanted to marry Clare, he’d have to let her make most of the decisions.
One thing was for sure though. He wouldn’t let her see Eli. As long as the two didn’t meet behind his back, then, letting Eli go by unharmed didn’t sound too bad. He tried dismissing his conflicting thoughts as he felt them begin t rattle his head. Instead, he turned to Clare and offered her a small smile as he waited for her to enter her house.

.~.~.~.

Adam was transfixed by everything this young lady said. Every word that came out of her mouth sounded as if she was preaching a holy religion. He felt tempted to scramble for a piece of paper so he could write down what she said, so he wouldn’t forget. Just the thought made him feel utterly foolish though. It was obvious that was a proper as these people came. Her etiquette appeared to be perfect, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and, oddly, when she used the word “richies,” he couldn’t help but laugh. Just watching her told him that she was different from all the others. He assumed they could be good friends then; he wasn’t exactly what society considered normal. Adam knew he had few people in the world to rely on; just Eli really. But, a new face, and a beautiful one at that made him feel loved and appreciated. Though, that was silly to think. He’d just met her, there was no way she could take such a quick liking to him, like he had with her.

But, he was utterly speechless at her introduction. Fiona was a beautiful name. It suited her perfectly. Something about her name seemed to be familiar to him, but it was hard for him to place his finger on it. It wasn’t necessarily a common name of the day, but, maybe Eli or his brother knew someone with the name and they’d mentioned her. It was definitely an odd and almost eerie feeling. Shaking the thought of f, Adam realized he’d been silent for a while and judging by Fiona’s next words, he feared his silence was giving her an incorrect assumption.

“Adam, Adam Torres,” he finally introduced himself with a warm smile. Compared to her elegant name, his seemed rather simple and boring. He hoped she would still find him a suitable person to converse with. She was already taking a risk, talking with the service, but, he really wasn’t complaining. “No, no, it’s fine, really,” Adam continued, nodding to emphasize his point. This gathering had been quite a bore, but it seemed to grow worse as he watched Clare flee the party. She was a friend of Eli’s, so, he couldn’t help but pity her. The peculiar young man moved his attention away from her though and returned it to Fiona. “I’ve been pretty lonely tonight. No one really speaks to the help, believe it or not.” He chuckled lightly as his own joke, trying his best not to seem foolish.

The young man scanned the crowd with his cerulean eyes for a moment, making sure the Edwards weren’t near enough to catch him breaking their strict rules. He was already more concerned with Fiona being scorned for associating with someone like him. It was obvious that most of the rich were haughty and prideful and he wouldn’t want her ridiculed because she was struck up a simple conversation with him. He’d heard Eli mention that the upper class world was like a shark tank. Everyone judged, everyone gossiped and most of all, the slightest mistake could set you up to be preyed upon. Though they’d met only a few minutes ago, Adam wished none of the harmful gossip onto Fiona. He was already positive she didn’t deserve it.

“Without the man and lady of the night, there isn’t much to do anyways,” Adam continued in a friendly tone. He paused for a moment as he noticed two vacant chairs by the nearest table. Without a word or hesitation, he moved towards the table, took hold of the two chairs and dragged them over to where Fiona stood. As he approached, he offered her a goofy or odd smirk before patting the chair with his hand. “Want to sit?” he asked her casually.

Right now, the feeling inside of his was unexplainable. Normally, he’d never talk with someone of the upper class. None of them ever really gave him the time of day. But, only after a few minutes of talking with Fiona, he felt like he could be himself around her; it was impossible for him to explain. Suddenly, it didn’t feel like he was doing a boring job anymore, but it felt like he was sitting at home, casual and relaxed as ever talking to Eli. He wasn’t stressed about money of how he was going to buy his next meal. All that mattered was Fiona and what she had to say to him. The thought was very reassuring and Adam couldn’t help but smile like a fool as he watched the beautiful young lady in front of him, waiting to hear what she would say next.

[AppleMistress]

Clare glanced up at the tall young man standing beside her with disorientation and concern swirling in her intelligent topaz irises. She almost instantly ducked her head, gluing her stare back down to the ground. After tonight, she was much too fearful to look him in the eye. Although she did feel a tender wave of relief crash over her as she took notice in the fact that he appeared a little more sober and kindly. Though this feeling did not soothe her completely; as she felt the need to prepare herself for the questions and foul glances she’d receive upon entering the snake pit awaiting her. Her stomach churned, she looked at Fitz for a brief moment again, only to send it towards the ground again. She was pretty sure he’d become impatient with her, she felt as though she was stalling. The last thing she wanted to do was face the very people she’d escaped earlier on that evening. It made her feel like a captured runaway who was being returned to the police for a cash reward. She felt ever so ashamed, worried, nauseous, perplexed... This evening was not favorable. Not at all.

She swallowed the bile that began to form in her throat with difficulty. She’d have to face this, there wasn’t much more she could do. Licking her lips in thought, she considered whirling around and scampering back to that old tree where she could sob and scream whilst going unnoticed by everyone else. That was utterly childish, though. She’d always been naive; she was in need of a reality check. She was almost tempted to plead Fitz to let her see Eli; but she knew that was just asking for a quarrel. Clare was pretty sure the last thing Fitz wanted right now was to hear her draw on about how much she wanted to see her beloved friend. She’d have to enter her home silently, like a good little girl. Maybe in his sober state, Fitz would decide against telling her parents an exaggerated tale of the nights’ events. Knowing how protective her parents were, it was a safe bet that it’d be extremely difficult to meet with Eli in a place where they could be alone. The last she wanted was to add another problem to her ever-growing collection.

Clare couldn’t help but hope that Eli had some sort of crazy scheme in the back of his head. He was such an intelligent young man; she was sure if anyone could cleverly break past her parent’s strict rules, it was Eli. Sometimes she scolded his antics; but now, she wanted to breakaway more than ever. Eli was probably someone who could help her through it—it only made things more difficult when she knew she wasn’t allowed to see him anymore. Just that thought sent a dagger into her conflicting heart. She felt attached to him; he was almost constantly on her mind. Just thinking about him made her pale cheeks flush the lightest color of pink.

Only this made her hurt even more. Not being able to see the one person who made her feel this way angered her. The light fire of irritation that went ablaze inside her mind almost tempted her to ask Fitz why he even wanted to marry her in the first place. She was a heartbroken girl who verbally argued against almost anything she deemed unimportant or wrong. She would drive him insane, just as she had earlier on in the evening. There were plenty of other girls who were graced prettier appearances and more money… why her? She bit her lip to keep herself from asking. She assumed he was probably growing tired of her standing there, staring at the ground as though she was in some sort of sleepy trance.

She sucked in what she thought to be her last breath of fresh air before stepping inside her home. She felt warmth inside, especially compared to the cool night air she’d grown accustomed to. That was probably the only soothing feeling she had about this gesture, though. Her fingers trembled in sickly anxiety, and she didn’t dare to look up from the ground. She felt prying eyes on her, and she tried her best to dismiss this. Clare steadily forced herself to walk towards the stairway. She was going straight to her room; somewhere that these high-class gossipy people wouldn’t have to question or stare at her. The room was thick with gossip and a little excitement now that she entered, she could nearly feel it pricking at her skin.

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Fiona watched Adam with curious eyes as he spoke; trying her best to scrutinize what he said and did without appearing rude in any certain way. He was so sweet to her; it was almost breathtaking. He was someone who’d willingly drop what he was doing to talk to her… That was really one of the greatest feelings in the world to the brunette. She was one who was used to being pushed aside; and it was rather difficult for her to make friends. Having someone friendly to talk to for the rest of this seemingly long and repetitive evening seemed oh so tempting. Cautiously, the young mistress looked towards the crowds of people as to make sure her brother, Declan, was occupied with something before turning to Adam with an effervescent grin.

“Yes, thank you.” She replied, her tone as lively and pleased as ever. She took a seat in the chair Adam had provided for her, folding her gloved hands neatly in her lap before crossing her legs. Although she paid no mind to disobeying her social class, she still was intent on keeping a poised ladylike posture. She tilted her head to the side with childish inquisitiveness, gazing at Adam. She opened her mouth to say something, but refrained herself from doing so as she noticed a rather depressed and confused appearing Miss Edwards enter the house. She could easily see Mr. Fitzpatrick in the doorway behind her as well. They both looked a little out of it. Even so, she glanced towards Adam.

“I’m quite sure they will take absolutely no notice to us now that the lovely couple is back.” She murmured to him knowingly with the nod of her head. She couldn’t help but notice that she sounded somewhat sarcastic when she said ‘lovely couple’. They both appeared to be a little miserable. It seemed as though Mr. Fitzpatrick was trying to hide this with a forced smile. She pursed herself in slight interest in this. “It appears Mr. Fitzpatrick has experienced quite the hangover.”
Rolling her eyes as though to dismiss her own words, she expressed a sigh. “It’s sort of sad, is it not? Marriage should be an option for only people who are in love.” For a moment, she disregarded her straightened posture, hunching over just slightly as she let her head sink into her palms as she probed her elbows up on her lap. She couldn’t help but wonder if she should even speak of this, as they were talking of their dislike of gossip only a minute earlier. She wasn’t exactly making things up, though, as she was merely stating what she observed. For some reason, she was quite interested to know what Adam’s takes on the many aspects of life were. She’d never met anyone quite like him, and it was extremely rare when she spoke to someone of his class. Not because she wanted to stay away from people like him, but because the laws of her society were suffocating. She would be blamed for soiling the family name if she was caught talking to someone of his nature… It was hardly fair. Fiona felt that people were people; they could talk to each other without the cruel judgment of society.

Fiona couldn’t help but offer her new friend a small, and somewhat sad smile. Why was society so cruel? Why couldn’t everyone talk to each other as though they were all people? Money was nothing but paper in her eyes; money was essential, there was no doubt about that. But really, the people of her class didn’t necessarily need the fancy things they possessed. They were only essential when it came to bragging about their riches and fortune; which seemed rather useless and idiotic to the lonesome young girl.

[DracoMalfoy]

Fitz felt as if an eternity had passed before Clare had entered through the door and into her house. He kept from saying anything though; he could already hear people’s whispers about them and starting an argument with her right outside her door really wouldn’t do much for their already soiled reputation. With his pounding headache, the last thing he needed were further inquiries to their situation and for once tonight, the alcoholic was sure Clare agreed with him. Though he never made fear obvious on his face, he was truly worried of having to face the guests at the party. Who knew what they were thinking? And the worst of it was that they weren’t afraid to think out loud. Both he and Clare would be the scandal of the week and Fitz didn’t prefer to be in the negative end of the spotlight. He groaned quietly as if he felt his head pounded by a mallet as Clare passed him and went through the door.

He hesitated for a brief moment as he felt butterflies rise in his stomach. His eyes were sore and his head pounded, but through his half shut, ocean blue eyes, he noticed the gazes fixated on Clare and the whispers seemed to be growing louder with every minute. Sighing to himself, he realized that he’d have to face the den of lions eventually; what he dreaded most was Clare was retiring, leaving him to face the rest of this night alone. Trying to gain control of his fears, Fitz slowly, but surely followed Clare into the house and shut the door behind him. It was hard, but he tried to ignore the pairs of eyes on both of them and he was tempted to cast a gaze at his fiancé, but, any movement could hint at anything. No one necessarily needed to know what had transpired this night, at least not yet.

Fitz spotted cups of drinks still lying on the table, untouched. He was truly tempted, but he resisted, his headache reminding him of the outcome of over drinking. Deciding to glance at Clare for a quick moment, he debated what he should do. It seemed awkwardly silent and every moment they stood in silence allowed the other guests to make what they wanted of the situation. And, quite frankly, Fitz had, had enough to deal with tonight; he didn’t need any more false rumors spreading around about him and Clare.

“Clare is feeling a bit ill,” he found himself announcing after clearing his throat. The tall, young man tried to keep himself for looking over at the young woman, though he spotted her cinnamon curls in the corner of his eye. “She says she just wants to rest for now.”

Fitz wasn’t sure if he was helping her or making things worse for the both of them. He was too afraid to look over at his future wife to see how she felt about his sudden outburst. But, he found the courage to glance at her and then to the stairs, wondering if she’d take the route out he’d provided for her. Both of them could deal with the rumors at some other time. Right now, all he wanted was to rest and try and forget this whole dramatic ordeal. He assumed Clare wanted the same as well.

.~.~.~.

Adam listened to Fiona with curious and attentive ears. When Fitz and Clare had entered, he’d noticed everyone begin to whisper more about the engaged couple and everyone seemed to have their eyes on them, even though both of them stood in silence for a while. The young man really didn’t know Clare all too well, but, she was a friend of Eli’s, so, he considered her a friend of his. For a brief moment, he tried to shoot her a sympathetic look, but he wasn’t sure she’d noticed. Turning back to Fiona, he offered the brunette a cheerful smile as he focused back in on what she had to say. Adam knew that he had to agree with Fiona. It was sad to see Clare bound to marriage with an alcoholic as vile as Fitz. She definitely deserved better, he thought. It wasn’t his business on how her life was lived though, but he thought it should her business and her business alone.

“It is kind of sad,” the peculiar young man found himself saying out loud with a nod. “I don’t know either of them all too well, but I can say that Clare deserves better than him.” Adam glanced at Fitz and noticed he looked a little out of it as well, obviously because of a hangover, like Fiona had wisely pointed out to him only moments ago.

Though he knew Clare’s situation wasn’t a great one, he couldn’t help but pity Eli. Clare was really his truest friend and now, he had to watch her marry his bitterest enemy and there was nearly nothing he could do about it. Adam didn’t really understand the feeling of losing someone, but he imagined how upset his friend must be. He wished he could be there to help him out, but, he had to selfishly admit that now that he was here, sitting and casually chatting with Fiona, he was in no rush to leave. She was quite insightful and he found that surprising. The rich were shallow and superficial; they only cared for how someone looked or how much money they had. But, Fiona seemed to look at so much more.

All of these “richies,” as she called them would never give someone like him the time of day, but, oddly enough, she had. It proved that she was different from all the others. Adam wasn’t a fan of conformity and it wasn’t every day that he met someone as kind as Fiona. She seemed like a very interesting person. He couldn’t help but assume that her life was exciting. The wealthy were always perceived as having the most fun out of life and Fiona seemed like the type of girl who preferred fun over the tedious happenings of everyday life. Adam couldn’t help but wonder what she liked to do for fun. It was an odd inquiry and he kept it too himself; he wasn’t about ready to let the brunette think of him as odd.

“The rich life must be a lot of fun,” Adam found himself muttering to her, against his will. He didn’t want her assuming the wrong things about her. She was rich and beautiful; he could assume that many guys came to her, wanting her only for her money or because of her rather extravagant life. Money didn’t really matter much to him. Most people in their society would call him a fool for thinking in such a fashion, but, to him, life was more about enjoying yourself and not worrying about what comes tomorrow until it actually comes. Money did pay for most fun and entertainment though. He was sure Fiona had the money and the time to do whatever she pleased. That had to be an enjoyable life.

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Clare felt several eyes that flashed with hunger for gossip burn a hole through her back as she heard Fitz’s announcement. She couldn’t help but feel a little irritated that his declaration had suddenly made her the center of attention. So much for dashing up the stairs discreetly. Noting that her fingers were trembling as her nerves began to get the best of her, she curled them up into tight fists, inhaling a sharp and somewhat painful breath. She felt as though she couldn’t breathe, the pressure of this situation was suffocating her slowly and painfully… It was almost like she was drowning in the salty ocean, unknowing of which way was up. Oblivious as to where the surface was, the source of the dear sweet oxygen she needed to fill her dying lungs with. Standing outside with Eli was her oxygen… Biting her lip, she tried her hardest to save her tears for when she was alone. She just hoped she’d save herself the embarrassment; if she cried in front of all of these people, who knew what sorts of rumors it would bring?

She turned her head to look at some of the expecting guests, her blue eyes bored and tired. It was hard to hide her shattering will, unfortunately. “I apologize for retiring so hastily. Thank you all for coming, please enjoy the rest of your evening.” Even she noticed the anger in her own tone, most of it directed at Fitz as she focused her uncaring gaze upon him. She turned quickly, gathering fistfuls of her gown in her hands to keep herself from tripping on its’ hem as she made her way up the stairwell before she could be questioned any further. Personally, she could care less if Fitz was the one who had to deal with the rumors and questions tonight. He was the one who was going to tarnish the very meaning of her life, after all. He could spare her one night to herself, just this once.

Her breaths became uneven as she made her way through the familiar halls of her home, intent on making it to her room in a matter of seconds. Luckily, she managed to do just that. She entered her bedroom, slamming the door behind her with unnecessary force as she let out an unsatisfied groan. She felt bile rise in her throat, but didn’t even try to swallow it down. She let her tears flow as she slid down to the floor, her back rubbing against the wall. Letting this out would help, she continuously tried to assure herself of that. She tried to tell herself that she’d see Eli; they hadn’t said their final goodbyes. Not yet. Their friendship would never end, no matter what Fitz did.
Clare suddenly let out a cynical laugh, wiping at her tears. She ducked her head, hugging her knees to her chest as she continued to laugh.

“I’m hysterical.” She murmured to herself through her pessimistic laughter. Laughing was the one thing that could keep her tears from falling. Of course, these frenzied giggles weren’t exactly exultant ones.

She peered up at her dresser from under her eyelashes the moment she calmed herself a little. There was a glass of water she’d left on her dresser earlier, untouched. Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but feel the urge to toss the object at the wall.

Clare visualized the sound of shattering glass to be quite satisfying. Acting on her raging impulse would probably be an unwise decision. Doing something a little out of character seemed awfully enticing.

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Fiona snorted, smirking dimly as she heard Adam’s words. After watching Clare dash up the stares with intent eyes, she turned to the young worker once again. “It all depends, I suppose. It’s nice, not having to worry about money… The entertainment can be a little amusing as well. But living in this high-class society could also be compared to suffocation.” She explained with the gentle shrug of her shoulders. “It becomes rather repetitive after a while; it lacks enthusiasm. The rumors that spread can easily ruin one’s reputation. Learning what you can and cannot do is somewhat irksome as well. Of course, I cannot compare with any of the other classes when determining how fun each lifestyle is, as I’ve never experienced one other than my own. I feel like fun is determined on an optimistic outlook of life itself.” She blushed a little, realizing that she may have gone into too much depth with her statement. She was an observant, curious young mistress who looked at every situation with some insight. It was something she had lacked and missed when she was a victim of alcoholism. She felt that she was changing for the better, her past self was one she was not proud of.

Fiona pursed her lips as she watched the crowd rage with more gossip based on the scene that had just occurred between Miss Edwards and Mr. Fitzpatrick. It was quite obvious that they had been through something seemingly upsetting with each other; she could see it on their faces. Miss Edwards’ previous words sounded a little vile, and Fiona couldn’t help but show a little interest in that. Clare had always been a mouse of a girl, hanging at the back of the crowds, trying her hardest to stay away from gossip and rumors. But she was also a girl who would not hesitate to express her viewpoints, which was something she had always secretly admired. Even so, Clare was not someone she knew much on a personal basis; they knew each other mainly because of the similar social gatherings they had attended. She was quite sure almost everyone in this room knew of her past problems… her ‘insane loneliness’ and her ‘champagne problem’. Some people had lost respect for her because of it; though she really couldn’t care less.

Crossing her arms, her conflicting thoughts appearing on her features clearly, she looked from the stairs to Mr. Fitzpatrick. “Oddly enough, I pity them both.” She declared softly, “Alcohol is the ingredient to a problematical life; and it seems as though Mr. Fitzpatrick is unaware of it. Poor Miss Edwards seems to be the victim… Of course, I can’t assume anything that occurs between them, as that is merely their business.”

She knew well that alcohol couldn’t make problems disappear, after all. They only caused for a more troublesome mindset, which was definitely not a good thing. She pitied Mr. Fitzpatrick; she knew that her words of advice probably would never change his mind. Plus, it was not exactly her place to go speak to him in the first place. It seemed as though Adam harbored some dislike for the alcoholic; she couldn't help but notice that in his former words.

[DracoMalfoy]

Eli had been left standing alone in the dark streets of London as he watched Fitz storm off with Clare. Her last words to him had caused much fear and excitement to rush through his veins. He couldn’t help but fear that tonight was his and Clare’s last meeting and if Fitz caught her trying to meet him, he could hurt her. The mere thought made him shiver. But, he was excited at the idea of seeing her again. She was his rock, he leaned on her when something was wrong and she was always there for him. Life without her just wasn’t imaginable. The gothic young man let out a long sigh as he looked down the road, secretly hoping Clare would come running towards him with that eager smile that he loved so much on her face. She was always one to follow the rules and Eli couldn’t help but wonder what plan she had in mind for tomorrow. For a young lady who was beautiful, but small and meek, she was full of surprises.

Smirking with some restored hope and confidence, the dark haired man made his way down the street, in the general direction from which he had come. The night had been long and dramatic; some sleep would really do him some good. He feared insomnia creeping into his room tonight though. As he walked, his unique mind orbited Clare. She was all he could think about. Her laugh, her smile, her crystal blue eyes and most importantly, her engagement to Fitz and how they would meet tomorrow. If his mind continued to race at this pace, he’d never sleep. Trying to distract himself, Eli diverted his olive orbs up to the crescent moon in the sky. The night sky was always a marvel to stare at. Attempting to count the stars and making wishes on them were pastimes of his. They made him wonder what was out there and the young man always looked up to the sky when he was feeling down. Eli couldn’t help but wonder if Clare was looking at the stars too. It was an incredibly cliché and ridiculous inquiry, but, he just couldn’t help himself.

He continued to walk forward, his step not slowing nor increasing. A light young escaped his lips and he took that as a good sign. He considered himself lucky right now. Adam was out working and wouldn’t be dismissed until the party at the Edwards’ concluded. He had the privilege to head back home and get some rest while his only other friend was stuck serving food and drinks to ridiculously uptight rich people. Though, part of Eli did wish he could be in Adam’s position now, that way he could at least see Clare and know she was alright. He assumed the part of him that longed for this was his heart, but he dared not look into it too much. The barely lit streets gave him a rough sight of the tree he’d met Clare at tonight and he knew he was close to her house. He kept his gave forward though. The creative adolescent knew for once in his life he had to trust that she was safe.

His heart began to race as he wondered what would come with tomorrow. Eli had every intention to meet Clare tomorrow so they could steal a few minutes to themselves. Who knew what she had in mind? Maybe tomorrow, luck would be on their side and they’d find a solution to free Clare from her chains of marriage. There had to be some way to foil Fitz. He simply didn’t deserve Clare; she deserved to be free though. Sighing to himself once again, Eli continued to walk. Any hopes of sleeping tonight had just vanished, while his desire to see Clare increased dramatically.

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Adam listened, full absorbed in what Fiona said to him. Her words shocked him; he’d always thought being rich guaranteed an easy and entertaining lifestyle. But, determining what was fun and what was not was something he’d never pondered before. Seriousness was quite the rare emotion for him to feel, but, now that Fiona mentioned it, it was odd to think that life could simply be perfect if you thought of it as such. Though he feared sounding odd out loud, he silently admired her wisdom that obviously went beyond her years. It always seemed that the rich never had to lift a finger nor did they have to think often. Fiona’s wisdom and insight proved him wrong though; it was obvious that she spent a lot of time thinking.

“I’ve never really thought of it like that,” the odd young man confessed with an embarrassed smile. Compared to someone so elegant and intelligent like Fiona, he felt foolish admitting it, but, he always thought the rich had the easier life. He enjoyed the way he lived and he wouldn’t change the way his life was set, but, it was an odd feeling when his views were proved wrong. “I’m sure having to face the scandal and rumors is difficult, but from where the rest of us stand, you all seem like you’re having unbelievable fun,” Adam continued to explain, his words accompanied by a brief shrug of his shoulders. “I like the way I live, I’ve just always thought it as more entertaining to be rich.”

Obviously, it wasn’t much so for Clare and Fiona. He’d witnessed Miss Edwards be given away to a vile alcoholic like Fitz and hearing Fiona’s explanation only confirmed that his theory was wrong. Though he didn’t necessarily pity the rich, Adam’s heart did go out to those who had it much rougher than others, especially Fiona and Clare. But, the very mention of Fitz made his peculiar blood boil. How could someone so kind and intelligent like Fiona pity Fitz? Actually, how could anyone really pity Fitz?

The man was an antagonistic alcoholic who took pleasure in torturing both him and Eli whenever he could. The tall, evil man didn’t deserve to be rich and if he was engaged to someone like Clare, then something was seriously wrong with the world, if you asked him. Adam wasn’t willing to disagree with Fiona though. She obviously knew what she was talking about when she spoke and arguing was never his forte. The brunette sitting in front of him obviously had some interesting opinions. All Eli enjoyed discussing was Clare, so it was definitely nice for him to have a new friend to hold an interesting conversation with.

“How so?” Adam found himself asking her, cocking his head to the side in curiosity. “As long as I’ve known Mr. Fitzpatrick, he’s been little more than a brutal alcoholic who enjoys working against a friend of mine.” Alcohol was a poison and that was why he didn’t drink any. Most would call him odd, but, he didn’t mind it; he was a little odd after all. But, alcohol did nothing to assist in solving problems and it was easy to grow addicted to the drinks that contained it. It could lead to unusual and hazardous behavior and anyone drinking it quickly became dangerous. Just thinking about sent shivers down Adam’s spine.

What he hated the most about this job was that he was being forced to serve alcoholic drinks to the guests. Trying to shake his thoughts, Adam had his ocean blue eyes glued to the stairs Clare retreated up. It was quite obvious that Fitz had been drunk earlier when he left to find her; well, when wasn’t he? He just hoped in his drunken rage, Fitz hadn’t done a thing to hurt her. It would certainly upset Eli. Tuning back in with reality, Adam looked back at Fiona Coyne and offered her a light smile as he brought his attention back on her.

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Fiona couldn’t help but offer Adam a slight grin as he offered his viewpoint on the true reasoning for their outlooks on society and life itself. “Again, I cannot say all too much; as I myself have never experienced life on the other side of the seemingly indestructible social wall. But being rich is just something we’re all accustomed to here. We can be considered a little casual and laid back, as we do attend quite a lot of fancy gatherings and such. We have several irksome requirements and rules to live under; and then the rumors are nearly unbearable sometimes.” She sighed, shaking her head in slight disbelief as she looked towards the crowds of eagerly gossiping people. “But really, we’ve thrown ourselves into this mess. We’re all deranged.”

She rolled her eyes as she watched a few of the people she was more familiar with, the more gossipy and shark-like groups of people amongst the crowd. Their cocky smirks as they spread gossip almost scarred her, as it reminded her briefly of her own terrible scandals. Shuddering at the very prospect, she turned her gaze away with spite. She couldn’t help but notice suddenly that she was absentmindedly gnawing on her fingernails; it had always been a terrible habit of hers’ when she was in a somewhat conflicting and puzzling situation. Though, she did like talking to Adam. He seemed like someone he could really trust, even if they had only exchanged a few words to each other over the past few moments. He was friendly, obviously not one of the vicious snakes she was all too familiar with.

Fiona flinched, biting too hard on her forefinger’s nail, making it snap painfully. She wore an awkward smile, breaking away from her thoughtful trance. The young woman waved her hand gently, as though to ease the pain running through the tip of her finger. This young man probably would deem her strange any moment now, just as everyone else had. But he was different; so she couldn’t help but have some faith in him. Maybe he’d accept her, even if she was a little abnormal compared to the others. Based on the way he spoke, he didn’t seem all too fond of these high-class viewpoints either. Though, she also knew that her past actions could probably seem a little disgraceful, all the same.

Upon hearing Adam’s next words, her interest in the young man increased just slightly. She quirked her head to the side, pursing her lips in thought as she tried to ponder the ways she could explain herself without sounding like a complete ditz. Pressing her lips together, she focused on her feet for a brief moment before lifting her downcast gaze to look at Adam sheepishly again.

“Well,” she began, closing her eyes as she gulped down a large breath of air, “I suppose you could say that I’ve had my own terrible experiences with champagne in the past. I still do, sometimes. It’ll happen when I’m stressed or really happy…” She began chomping at her nails again, opening her eyes to look at the gentleman that sat before her. She noticed that he appeared legitimately engrossed with her— like he thought that what she had to say held some worth. And the way that gesture made her feel oh so warm inside was really just one of the best experiences she’d ever had.

“Stress… Or a troublesome lifestyle is what leads to alcoholism, in most cases. Maybe there’s something beyond Mr. Fitzpatrick’s tough behavior that we’re not seeing.” Fiona spoke her hesitant words with care, looking towards the tall man with softening eyes for a moment before turning towards Adam again, “But I really have no right to say anything further… I do not know him personally, after all. If he has given you and your friend trouble in the past, I’m sure he has probably done some unforgivable things?” Her statement could have sounded like a question, but she decided not to phrase it that way. If there were something serious going on that Adam was not intent on sharing, she wouldn’t be the one pressuring him into saying anything. It wasn’t her place to do such a thing.

Strangely enough, Fiona felt rather close and somewhat relatable to Adam. She didn’t want to lose his respect. There seemed to be no one else whom expressed this much interest and thought into what she had to say before; feeling attended and listened to was something that meant the world to Fiona; as she tended to be a terribly lonesome girl at times.

[DracoMalfoy]

Adam was simply intrigued with Fiona; though he felt a bit rude, he couldn’t help but watch her and listen in complete marvel. The stereotypes the poor gave the rich were dishonorable and sometimes, inappropriate, but, she seemed to prove him wrong as every second passed. She was smart, kind and unique. All of the girls he’d seen here tonight were similar to wind up dolls; it was almost as if they lacked souls and independence. But, Fiona Coyne was different. As he sat there, absorbing all that she’d said, the peculiar young man couldn’t help but wear a goofy smile. The seemingly indestructible social wall she’d just mentioned seemed to crumble before them as they talked. She was the first member of the upper class he’d held a decent conversation with. And even though they’d only known each other for a few minutes, Adam was sure he’d climb over that wall to speak with her if he had to. Folding his hands together, he diverted his blue gaze to the floor for just a moment, deep in thought.

“Constantly being surrounding in scandal has to be hard,” he spoke up, after a few moments of silence. “The poor don’t talk about each other much; nothing really interesting goes on.” Adam actually thought it was interesting that they were informing each other about their own worlds. Neither of them had experienced anything different from what they had now. He believed you could learn something new every day and today, his lesson seemed to be a day in the life of the upper class. He looked away from the ground and eyed some of the men and women he’d heard gossip tonight. Fiona could probably give him all their names, while Adam barely recognized any of them. There was a long and thick line that divided their social classes, no mistake could be made about that. But, everything that argued against their friendship seemed to diminish as every moment passed by that he was here with her.

He couldn’t help but laugh lightly as he watched Fiona bite her nail. It made him feel a little guilty and he didn’t want the brunette thinking he was finding humor at her expense. It was just he found the habit to be a little…cute, especially after watching her. She was definitely different from all the other women here tonight. They seemed to only open their mouths when the topic of Clare’s engagement to Fitz was mentioned and they never disagreed with their dates. Though she was elegant and graceful, Adam thought Fiona didn’t belong in this crowd. She was independent and intelligent. No one would be able to keep her silent, he was positive of that.

Alcohol was a touchy subject for him though. He’d never taken a sip of it himself and quite honestly, he never really planned to. His life wasn’t stressful or dramatic, so he had no reason to fall into alcoholism, but, that was just one risk the young man wasn’t willing to take. Hearing that Fiona struggled with drinking was quite the shock to him. She seemed like she had the perfect life and although she mentioned drinking a bit too much when all was well, Adam couldn’t imagine what could go wrong in her life, despite the occasional rumor or scandal. He was tempted to ask her why, but used all of his self control to restrain himself. Whatever the problem, it was her business. If she wanted to share with him, she would, but she’d do it when she was ready.

“That’s a surprise to hear,” Adam commented. He felt he should say something. He didn’t want to seem rude; he cared for everything Fiona had to say. It was just; the brunet didn’t know how to respond without sounding too curious or demanding. “Maybe somewhere, deep down, Fitz has a heart and some problems of his own, but I don’t sympathize for him yet. I guess his business is his business.” The misfit tried to add a double meaning to his words. He was very curious about Fiona’s situation, but he was too nervous to inquire about it. And, it wasn’t his business. He hoped Fiona knew he wouldn’t judge her or anything of the sort.

Nothing Fiona said could lead him to lose respect for her. She had insightful opinions, a whole lot to say and a will that was rare in women, but one he admired and loved all the same. It seemed her life was coated in scandal though, and he wished that someday she would be able to escape from it. Adam loved seeing her smile and he was already fantasizing about meeting her in a more casual setting. He wondered if anything would be different. They seemed pretty comfortable with each other already, but maybe, outside of this gathering, meeting her would be even better. There wouldn’t be any whispers around them and they could just focus on enjoying themselves. It sounded like a very enjoyable dream to him.

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Fiona bit down on her thumbnail as she listened to Adam speak, looking at him with immersed cobalt orbs. She offered him a sheepish smile, breathing a swift sigh. He didn’t seem disappointed with her… Just concerned with what she had to say. He really was different from the others… And even though she just met him, she felt as though she could trust him with the true secrets of her past scandals more than any other person in this room. Even her twin brother, Declan, would doubt what she had to say sometimes. Of course, Declan was a great, loving brother, all the same. She would never say a harsh word regarding him; he was usually very gentle and protective of her. But he knew as well as anyone that she was abnormal to a somewhat disturbing state. Her desperation and lonesomeness wasn’t quite normal, and she did not exactly behave, as a woman of her class should most of the time. But Adam didn’t judge her as easily as most others have… Honestly, she trusted him enough to spill all of her little secrets. To reveal the old dusty skeletons she hid in her closet.

“With the look Miss Edwards gave Mr. Fitzpatrick when she dismissed herself, it seems as though he did something to upset her. I don’t find him very admirable… But I don’t want to go about assuming the worst in him either. It’s not really my business.” She lowered her fingertips from her mouth, fidgeting them together in her lap instead as she let her gaze meet the floor. She bit her lip, considering telling Adam the reasons why she started devouring champagne in the first place. She looked up at him after a moment of thought, a half-smile gracing her features.

“Alcohol is intoxicating. As soon as you have a few glasses, it’s hard to stop drinking completely.” Fiona explained, letting out a light huff, “My past is rather stressful… And a little difficult to talk about and recall. But the pressure of it all made me want to drink all my problems away. What a mistake that was.” She let out a somewhat bitter and guilty laugh, running her fingers through her wavy dark-chocolate colored locks.

“I promised myself I’d stop. But now, I find myself drinking a few glasses every other night.” She explained her scenario, deciding against spilling all of her secrets. Maybe if she and the young worker found time for each other outside of this smothering gathering, she’d explain her past with a little more detail. Fiona couldn’t help but fear that one of the more gossipy faces of the crowd would overhear her, and start spreading even more rumors. Swallowing uneasily, she looked down at the floor again surreptitiously. “People used to tell me I was mad… senseless. And sometimes, I find myself believing them. When I’m judged by my mentality, they assume that I don’t fit their pristine standards.”

It was odd… She’d never felt this willing to open herself like a book before. She felt the strong urge to trust this young man she spoke with, as he would not judge her the same way everyone else did. Maybe having a friend whom she could be herself with would help her somewhat crazy mental state. And it’d also be a slight cure for her loneliness. And really, breaking through the wall of their social standards seemed like a very adventurous and breathtaking task. Adam could help her, and she in return, would listen to him as well. She was actually very interested in the things he had to say as well, the way he was different from everyone else she’d ever known was rather intriguing. Just knowing that there was someone on this earth who could make her feel this contented made her feel ever so blissful. And really, she wanted nothing more than to spend more time with Adam. He was really one of a kind, and she admired that about him. She just hoped with all her heart that he wouldn't deem her insane based on her past and present alcoholism.

Feeling the champagne she had sipped a while earlier on fasten its’ grip on her, she suddenly felt abnormally bubbly. Wearing a somewhat spontaneous and vivacious grin, she looked back up at Adam. Her eyes glazed over with melancholic yet sunny demeanor.

“I… I have this pig. Her name’s Porcelina.” Fiona started; her words were very careful and slow as she let a small smile cross her features, “I’d really like you to meet her someday.”

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Adam twiddled his index fingers together as he listened carefully and quietly to the brunette as she spoke. She was admirable and open minded definitely, he had never met a soul who wasn’t willing to judge an alcoholic such as Fitz. Of course, not everyone had a past similar to Fiona’s, but, she seemed like a very accepting person and that made him feel far out of his element, but rather comfortable at the same time. It seemed the trivial things society judged others so harshly for didn’t matter to her, and that was advanced logic for their time. She was ahead of everyone else. The misfit felt that he could trust her, tell her anything, even the few secrets he’d only shared with Eli before. She seemed willing to be open with him and that just made him want to return the favor. But still, he feared she’d judge him. Adam was sure he’d be much more open about himself when he was ready. And, thinking about the day when he would become an open book for Fiona to read made him more excited to meet her again someday.

“I guess it isn’t our business,” the young server agreed with a light nod of his head as he briefly made eye contact with her. “Everything has a way of working out. Hopefully all will end will for Miss Edwards and Mr. Fitzpatrick.” He didn’t necessarily wish anything to end well for Fitz, but, if Fiona was willing to be mature about the situation, then he would try as well, just to please her. Pleasing somebody else was a hard concept for Adam to wrap his mind around though. He’d spent his entire life not caring what anyone else thought, and, the only person’s happiness that truly mattered was his own. But now, as his azure orbs met her ultramarine eyes, all he wanted to do was see her smile and be happy with him. Both he and Eli had their single and shared conflicts with Fitz in the past, but if overlooking them would make Fiona happy, then oddly enough, he was more than willing to do just that.

“I can imagine drinking can get addictive over time,” Adam agreed with her with a sad smile. He instantly felt pity for her as she briefly explained her past. His life hadn’t always been easy, but nothing stressful enough had occurred to pressure him to drink his troubles away. The peculiar young man was tempted to question her further; he wanted to know who or what he caused her this trouble, but he fought himself. Fiona had said herself merely moments ago that it was hard for her to remember and obviously, she didn’t want to discuss it with him. He had to accept that. “I’m sorry to hear that, I can’t imagine what it is you went through,” he apologized, offering her a sympathetic smile.

Hearing that others thought of her as mad made his blood begin to boil. At the time, Fiona had been through some sort of trauma; no one had the right to judge her or question her mental stability. From where he stood, Fiona was perfect; maybe a little eccentric, but she independent, intelligent, kind, and accepting. In his bright blue eyes, that stood for perfection. “You’re not mad Fiona,” Adam tried assuring her, hoping that his words actually meant something to her. “Whoever thinks that is mad themselves. But, you don’t fit in here; I think you’re above everyone else.” After he spoke, the misfit wanted to slap himself. His words were foolish and incredibly cliché. Hopefully, Fiona wouldn’t laugh off his words and deem him an idiot. That was really the last thing he wanted.

Adam wanted nothing more than to be friends with her. It seemed that they understood one another. Besides, Eli had been telling him for the longest time that the social caste system needed to be rebelled against, so, why not start now? Technically, he and Fiona weren’t supposed to be friends. A barrier separated their kinds of people, but he’d punch and kick at that barrier until it shattered. Adam wanted to be there for her and he was sure she would want to be there for him when he needed her. He was overcome with the desire to know more about her; what she liked, what made her laugh, everything of that sort. She was different, one of a kind. Just like him. Eli was really his only friend and nowadays, he was always off, trying to steal some time with Clare. He was beginning to grow lonely. And know that there someone else that cared about him and enjoyed talking to him made his heart soar. He was just lucky that this person happened to be Fiona.

“A pig named Porcelina?” Adam found himself asking, a goofy smile planted on his face. He wondered if Fiona was serious now or if she’d just had a sip too many. Either way, the misfit felt like being a little irresponsible and playing along. “She sounds quite the fascinating pig. I’d love to meet her someday!”

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Fiona’s lips parted just slightly in disbelief as she vigilantly listened to Adam speak. Based on the way he spoke to her, it was most obvious that he actually listened to what she had to say. Really, the whole situation had caught her in an awestruck trance as the realization dawned on her. She’d never been this close to climbing over the side of the tall, threatening social wall before. In fact, until tonight, she’d never conversed with someone of his social standards. And now, she found herself wishing that she had made the effort to do just that earlier on. She could be a tad eccentric sometimes; perhaps learning more about the world Adam lived in would open her eyes to a more understanding sort of standard when it came to her viewpoints of life itself. A majority of the people she lived among were technically in a trance—all they cared about was attractiveness among others and their riches.

She nodded in agreement towards Adam’s words of hope for the couple of the night, turning her attention to the stairwell again. For some reason, the issue sort of struck Fiona, she was curious and interested when it came to what was occurring. It had always seemed to her that Clare Edwards herself was also trying her hardest to squirm out of their social boundaries. And she was such a mouse of a girl; it was a little admirable of her to do such bold things. If more people did the things Miss Edwards tried to do, then maybe they could manage to crack the sturdy social wall that stood before them. She unknowingly chomped at her nails again as she nodded her head, azurite eyes smoldering with deep inquisitiveness. Absently, she nodded her head again, still partly lost in her impressed trance. She let the smallest smile grace her features. “Well, everyone deserves a happy ending… Unfortunately, it doesn’t tend to end that for everyone. But we can still hope.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, still feeling a little off and bubbly because of the champagne.

Fiona then bit her lip. Alcohol was addicting. After devouring one glass, it can be hard to refuse another. And the temptation just got worse from that point. It was a painful cycle… And she just couldn’t seem to break away from it. Though, she almost felt the urge to tell Adam about everything that lead to her cycle of unhealthy drinking… This was not exactly the right time or place, though. If they could meet again, and maybe eventually become better friends, then she’d probably find the time to be completely honest with him. Even though she’d only just met the young man, she felt as though he could be trusted with the things she had to say. “Thanks… I really do appreciate it.” She said, playing with a loose strand of her dark hair shyly for a few moments.
She found herself utterly surprised at his next words. She was nearly speechless. But after a few moments of taking in what he said, she smiled a genuine smile. “Well… Mad is a term they use to determine those who are unlike them, I suppose. Perhaps… In our minds, they are the ones who are mad?” Fiona felt as though her words had some sort of meaning, but she also fear they didn’t. Her curiosity tended to get the best of her sometimes, and she would ramble off on her own. Phrases that sounded good in her head tended to sound a little stranger when she voiced them, after all. Though knowing that Adam didn’t deem her crazy or mad was something she also appreciated. He didn’t judge her because her anomalous behavior or her past alcoholism. He was willing to let her explain herself. That meant the world to her.

What was it truly like to live in one of the lower classes? She assumed it was hard, as everyone probably had to work hard just to put a warm meal on the table. But it didn’t seem like they suffered through the same boundaries and suffocating rumors as the richer class did. Every class had their advantages and disadvantages. If they were to clash together, maybe something wonderful could happen. People would live together as people, not determined by the fortunes they owned. And if she continued to talk to Adam, maybe she could help to get this point across. She’d known most of the young men and women in this room for a majority of her life; and she’d only known Adam for a few breathtaking minutes. And she felt as though she could trust Adam more than anyone else… well, with the exception of Declan, her twin brother. She and Declan were siblings, though. They were close… But Adam. Adam was probably one of her only friends, and she’d only known him for such a short period of time. He was different, he didn’t judge her, and he was willing to listen. She honestly couldn’t ask for anyone better.

Fiona beamed brightly when she was snapped out of her thoughts, excited that Adam wanted to meet Porcelina. “She’s absolutely precious—she can be a tad messy at times… But I make her dresses and hats.” She giggled, noting that she probably sounded a little ridiculous. “We should meet again, another time. Are there any convenient places that we could possibly see each other again? Perhaps?” She hoped she hadn’t sounded all too desperate. It’d been a while since she had a friend of her own to spend time with, and she wanted to continue to speak with him without the risk of being judged by their peers.

[DracoMalfoy]

Adam couldn’t help but wonder as to why Fiona was so different from all the others attending the party. She was so willing to sit down with someone of the lower class and have a casual conversation with them, that proved she was significantly different in its own way, but, her smile and what she had to say, just presented a whole new mystery that he had some difficulty solving. Very few people made the attempt to climb over the social wall and seeing someone as graceful and elegant as Fiona trying to meet the challenge was a surprise to him. She foiled the stereotypes the poor gave the rich, and she obviously looked past all of the cruel things the rich said about the poor. She didn’t judge him and she accepted him, even though his pocket book wasn’t as large as hers. To Adam, it was honestly amazing. Fiona had to be the strongest and most interesting woman he’d ever had the privilege of talking to. The peculiar young man just wished he was as interesting as she was; maybe then talking to him wouldn’t be such a bore, or, that’s what he feared she was thinking.

When Adam noticed that Fiona’s gaze traveled to the staircase for a moment, he followed her with his own smalt eyes. His curiosity over the situation between Miss Edwards and Mr. Fitzpatrick was getting the better of him. He couldn’t help but wonder if Eli was involved somehow. Knowing his gothic friend, he probably was, but he did wish all would end well for Clare. He didn’t know where Fitz stood on the whole situation or what was troubling him, but, his truly shallow thoughts towards the tall alcoholic stood in his way of his sympathy. The misfit looking away from the staircase finally and back at Fiona, wondering what it was she was truly thinking. “If only life were more like a fairytale,” Adam mused, agreeing with the brunette that sat in front of him. Fiona seemed to be a bit optimistic; he didn’t know if that was the champagne inside of talking, but regardless, he admired her for it.

He couldn’t help but smile like a fool when she thanked him. Knowing that she cared for what he had to say and that she knew he did care for him made his heart rest with ease. It didn’t necessarily matter what it was that had happened to bring her to drink so much, but as long as she knew that at least one person cared for her and didn’t judge her for it, then, Adam was confident that she’d be alright. He was still curious to know what was so traumatic that had happened to her. Something had to have led her to that point, but still, the young server tried his hardest not to ask a single prying question. She wasn’t comfortable telling him yet and that much was obvious. “You’re welcome,” he said happily, accompanied by another ridiculous smile.

Fiona’s next words intrigued him. He’d never looked at it that way. In his mind, the picture of madness was a man who’d gone paranoid of crazy and had to be locked away. He never considered that in his mind, those opposite of him were the ones he considered mad. Fiona was insightful and intelligent; Adam valued her words very much, but these particular words were hard for him to wrap his mind around. “I’ve never thought of it that way,” the brunet misfit confessed to her with an interested shrug. “If that’s so, then I guess we’re all mad, to somebody. The way I looked at is, if someone thinks we’re mad, what makes their opinion superior to ours?” Equality was an important belief to Adam. No one had the right to call anyone mad; everyone was different and both Fiona and he were living proof of that theory. Maybe alcoholism wasn’t the best way to solve a problem, but, no one had the right to judge Fiona for it. It was her business and if she wanted to try and drink her problems away, that shouldn’t be a problem for anyone else.

Though he feared sounding too forward, he felt that Fiona was one of his only friends. Besides her, he really only talked to Eli and more recently, Eli was more interested in Clare, instead of him. They’d only been talking for a few minutes; they were the best few minutes of his life, but only a short few, nonetheless. The last thing he wanted was to say something outlandish or foolish that would send her running. She listened to him, and she understood how he felt. And, he hated that she’d been subject to so much unkind talk and rumors; it just wasn’t fair. Most people of the lower class assumed life in the upper class was simple and carefree, but after talking with Fiona, Adam realized that they had it all wrong. They had no idea what it was truly like. The misfit still didn’t care for the gossiping men and women, stuck in their never ending rut of parties and other gatherings, but, he cared for Fiona and he wished she could live her life without having to worry what people were whispering about behind her back. She was his friend and he believed she deserved so much better.

Adam laughed happily as Fiona continued telling him about her pet pig. If she treated the pig so well, then she had to be something special. And hearing that the brunette wanted to meet him again, made his heart soar the clouds in excitement; he’d meet her again in a heartbeat. “Meeting again sounds nice,” the young man replied with a smile and an enthusiastic nod. “I only work at these gatherings, so I have an open schedule. Maybe we could take a walk through town tomorrow?” Adam was excited to see Fiona again; he was overcome with hope that she would accept his offer. It would definitely be nice to meet her when they didn’t have to worry about others watching, whispering and judging them.

[AppleMistress]

Fiona huffed quietly; causing the loose sepia strands of her hair that framed her face to flutter. She felt as though she had fallen, and she just couldn’t pick herself up from the ground again. Of course, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling in general; it was merely because Adam was probably one of the most remarkable young men she’d ever come across. Though she couldn’t exactly determine what made him the way he was. He definitely was not one of the men who would boldly flirt with her, and she liked that. Honestly, she couldn’t stand it when people merely admired her for her appearance and money. Adam seemed to see past everything everyone else could see on the outside; he took the effort in getting to know her a little before judging her. She knew that he knew she could be a little erratic, though he seemed to still enjoy her company. If she truly was mad, she was simply glad that someone actually accepted her for it. It made her feel a little less lonely then she had felt earlier that night. Adam was someone inspiring to her, whether he knew it or not. She broke herself away from her stupor, feeling as though she had been staring rather rudely at the young man. Her perse eyes were ablaze with perplexity, animation, and concentration. His every gesture made her feel oh so inquisitive. They were both people, a human being speaking with another human being. The cruel social standards were disregarded completely.

Fiona couldn’t help but let a vivacious little laugh bubble up from her throat as Adam mentioned fairy tales. Not that she found his words ridiculous; but that the very concept of it ridiculous. “We can dress like princes and princesses as much as we like… But nothing ever seems to change. Fairy tales are sort of like our own versions of madness. We all have different ambitions. If all of our goals were to clash somehow, then it would ruin the very concept of a fairy tale itself.” She explained her thoughts before lowering her thoughtful eyes to the floor, “Fairy tales should be limited to books and dreams, I think. They’re sort of like a temporary escape. In dreams, it’s almost as though no one can suppress you. I may be overlooking things a little…” A shade of modena was painted across her cheeks, noting she may have gone a little too far with her thoughts. Overanalyzing things was one of her habits… It was rather unpredictable. There were some things Fiona would merely disregard and brush aside with ease, and others that she could think about for hours on end.

She perked up as his words regarding madness reached her. Tipping her head to the side, she brushed the tip of her forefinger up against her cheek, “That’s interesting, really. I suppose everyone has their own opinion on such things.” She expressed, her tone lost with concentration. “It’s only a shame that most follow the flock and expect that madness is a unfortunate condition of one’s mentality.” Fiona had considered the possibility that she was different for a reason; that her brain was somehow constructed differently than everyone else’s. Though, now that a majority of her problems were done away with, she saw the world in a different perspective. And speaking to Adam really just opened her eyes to more possibilities that the world had to offer her. He lived so differently than her; it was very intriguing to have such deep conversations with him.

Fiona probably smiled one of the brightest smiles she could manage, she most likely looked a little silly. Though she didn’t care much for that. Adam accepting her suggestion to meet again meant the world to her, and just the thought of spending time with him far away from one of these tedious gatherings was incredible. She tried her hardest to repress a squeal of delight, shifting around in her chair as she tried to keep herself composed. She didn’t want to throw the attention of the crowd on them, after all. Just knowing that he willingly wanted to spend more time with her put her in the best of moods. “Yes, yes. I would enjoy that, I really would.” She responded eagerly, unable to keep herself from beaming with exhilaration. “Perhaps we could meet around noon?” Setting a time that was convenient for them both would probably be a wise thing to do, after all. And based on the fact that Miss Edwards fled from the gathering rather early, it seemed as though the festivity would come to its’ time of closure soon.

[DracoMalfoy]

Adam watched Fiona with the utmost interest in his sapphire eyes, wondering what it was she would say next. Something about hearing her talk made him smile and her words always made him stop and think for a moment before responding; he normally wasn’t one to think before acting of speaking, so considering his words before he responded was a big accomplishment. He was never one to stay silent and Fiona seemed like she understood him in this way; both of them seemingly always had something to say. He valued her opinions and she valued his. It was probably a first for both of them. He really didn’t have many people in his life he could talk to, mainly, just Eli. Rarely was there anyone around to even ignore him. And Fiona, her peers were shallow and always hypnotized by rumors and gossips. It wasn’t fair, but, he assumed very few people valued what she had to say. Adam felt pity for her, but set it aside. If they could talk to each other, then, having to deal with being ignored by others didn’t sound like such a tragedy to him. There was someone who understood him out there and now that he found her that was enough for him. It didn’t matter if they were rich or poor, friendship could shatter any boundary.

Fiona’s insight on his previous words interested him. The peculiar young man never looked at fairytales too deeply. He’d been told them as a young child, but their perspective seemed to swerve in another direction as he discovered who he really was. After that, he just saw them as dreams that no one could truly live up to. “Fairytales are just myths no one can live up to,” the misfit voiced his opinion, nonchalantly. He moved his russet bangs out of his eyes, but felt a bit too intimidated to make direct eye contact with Fiona. “They’re nice when you’re young, but, aspiring to be a princess or a knight in shining armor just sets you up for failure. They just belong in our dreams. I don’t think so; I understand where you’re coming from.” Long ago, he realized he couldn’t fit in the picture fairytales painted, so, he quit trying to conform into something no one could achieve. Remembering who he was born as made him shiver as if he was caught outside in the cold; he tried his best to hide it though. It wasn’t important now. Adam knew he was perfectly happy the way he was.

“I wish there wasn’t a ‘flock,’” he brunet continued casually, finding himself much more comfortable with their conversation, if that was possible. “Everyone deserves to think independently, for themselves.” He was sure he was speaking a little ahead of his time, but that didn’t matter. What mattered to people was how much money you had and unfortunately, money did most of the talking for people. Everyone had good ideas, and if everyone tried hard enough, society could become a much more equal place. It was ironic that the ‘flock’ considered his thoughts mad, but sometimes, society was just plain unreasonable. Though Adam tried his best not to worry about what happened in their world, he felt much more engaged and opened minded after talking to Fiona. She really had a lot to say; and everything she said sounded brilliant to him.

The misfit couldn’t help but return Fiona’s smile with just as much enthusiasm. He was excited to meet her again, especially since he didn’t have to work the next time they met. He wanted to talk to her further and learn more about her. Fiona was obviously a very interesting person. Her suggestion to meet at none truly excited him. He was convinced that it wouldn’t come quick enough. “Noon sounds perfect!” Adam replied, hoping his enthusiasm didn’t come off too strong to her. After the words left his mouth, he couldn’t help but yawn. It was rather late; he hoped he’d be able to head home and retire soon.

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Declan Coyne was normally one to enjoy these high class social gatherings. His many friends took delight in discussing politics and investments, but, he often find himself much more interested in the flocks of ladies that frequently passed by his table. Examining the wide variety of beauty attending Miss Edwards’ engagement party tonight was quite entertaining for the overconfident player. But, something about tonight was a bit different. Usually, his sister, Fiona, never left his side. Even when his mazarine eyes were glued to a beautiful young lady who happened to pass by, she stayed with him still. He was quite dependent on his twin, as she was with him. So, being sister-less for a night was tasteful at first, but after a while, worry began to fledge through him. She never did well on her own and, if she dove to deep into the champagne or, if someone was foolish enough to bring up her past in a conversation, if could send her over the edge. And if someone happened to Fiona while he wasn’t around, he would blame himself harshly.

Standing up from his seat, champagne class in hand, the handsome young man scanned the flocks of guests conversing amongst themselves. He thanked the Lord when he noticed she wasn’t among the circle of fiercely gossiping women, and none of the brutish men seemed to be surrounding her. But…he still couldn’t help but wonder where she was. Slowly trailing near the other side of the room, Declan took a short sip of his drink, his senses never moving to focus on the cup. Fiona had to be around here someplace. She was known to act out often, but it wasn’t like her to quietly retreat from a gathering.

He was about to report his missing twin to his mother and father when he saw her sitting, talking with a young man who clearly didn’t belong at this party. He was dirty and obviously lacked the etiquette silently required to attend these gatherings. It was normal for some of the upper class men to try and court Fiona, but now, the help was trying to as well? Declan wasn’t about to let his sister continue to be harassed by someone who was here to serve her. Strolling towards his sister, he eyed the other young man suspiciously as he approached. “Talking to the help Fifi, that’s unlike you,” he called out to her as he approached. He stood behind Fiona’s chair and eyed the man sitting across from her, as if signaling that he was protecting his sister; and, in a sense, he was. “Is he bothering you?”

They had an unspoken deal in a sense. Declan was always there to help keep the pigs off her. No matter what, he loved his sister. He wasn’t about to sit down and watch men speak to her in such vulgar ways as they did from time to time. They had no right to degrade her like that; and this man, who wasn’t even among their standards had no right to even be speaking to her.

[AppleMistress]

Fiona gave Adam her undivided attention as she listened to him reply; and couldn’t help but notice his yawn as he finished agreeing to meet her again at noon. She offered him a slight smile, bobbing her head. “Noon it is, then.” As much as she didn’t want to leave Adam, she was growing rather tired herself. And based on the way some of the guests were thanking the Edward’s, and gathering by the door, it seemed as though this night would find its’ way to closure soon. It would be hard enough to leave him once tonight; but waiting sounded like torture. Though just the fact that she knew she’d see Adam again made her want to see things from a more optimistic point of view. She wanted to learn more about his life, and she wanted to spend time with him outside of one of these smothering gatherings. She couldn’t help but feel like it’d put them both at ease for a little while.

Though it was only a moment later when her twin’s voice reached her ears, causing her to crane her neck to look at him. Declan stood behind her, acting out the part of her knight in shining armor, as he always did. She was appreciative of her twin, and she knew he was only expressing concern for her. He was always there for her, and she loved him dearly. She wasn’t angry with him for barging in; but she couldn’t help but feel just a little irked at his assumption. Adam was a wonderful, polite young man, and he didn’t deserve to be intimidated by her sibling. Though her mind was briefly taken off her twin’s intrusion as she eyed his champagne glass wearily. What she’d give for just a sip… She gave her head a light shake, trying to keep herself from giving into its’ influence.

She felt as though it’d be a good thing to introduce Adam to Declan; though where the circumstances of the scenario lay, she knew it wouldn’t be a wise idea to do so at that moment. She just hoped Adam could see that she and Declan were siblings… It was only natural for Declan to react the way he did. She also hoped that he wasn’t taking too much offense to the way Declan was regarding him. Fiona found herself hoping that Declan would understand what was happening when she explained herself to him… He knew well of how insecure she could be at times. Though she knew with all her heart that talking to Adam wasn’t a mistake. Social classes were deceiving, after all.

“Declan,” Fiona finally said as she came to her senses, her voice pleading, “He’s not troubling me. We were merely talking.”

Soon after explaining herself to her brother, she hoped he would treat Adam a little more kindly. She was sure it would be hard for her brother to understand at first, though, as people of their kind normally did not associate with underclassmen. Especially at a gathering where people could watch and gossip freely about them. She also hoped he wouldn’t think she had sipped a little too much champagne, he’d definitely think her opinions and mind-set would waver easily if that were the case. She loved Declan, but he remembered her eccentric past just as much as she did. He could doubt her decisions sometimes; but he always seemed to try and stand by her, nonetheless.
Nervous of how the situation would end, Fiona bit her thumbnail out of habit, pinpointing her gaze towards the glass of champagne in his hand again. The temptation was hard to resist, but she tested her patience by sitting there as still as she could. She hadn’t had a lot to drink in quite a while; she was being good. She hoped that wouldn’t change. Leaving her past of alcoholism behind was probably for the best.

Inwardly, Fiona was just contented that she managed to make plans with Adam before Declan entered the conversation. Even if she had to refrain from speaking to the young worker for the rest of the night, she’d have a chance of meeting him somewhere they could be together without having to worry about their peers. Turning her gaze away from Declan for a moment to look over at Adam, her aquamarine irises softened with an apologetic flicker.

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