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Post by Elijah Castaire on May 24, 2015 9:02:55 GMT
It's a fine night as any other, a cool brisk wind billowed outside that threatened no such ill weather. Any other time, Elijah would have found this night to be boring, and would have set off to find someone much more extraordinary to spend his night with. As it was, previous engagement were made, and instead he finds himself in an expensive restaurant, dressed in a casual enough black tuxedo and a red button down underneath. Of course, that is accompanied by slack, black leather shoes, and a heavy watch for mere decor. It's branded, like everything else he wears.
He doesn't stand out here, everyone clothed much in the same way, men sporting expensive suits, and women in something formal or just wonderful dresses. He takes a good minute surveying the area, noting those who he knew and didn't, though that hardly mattered. Here, people were a different animal all together. The money and fame dwindled down to a matter of attaching your name to it. To be known was more important, to have friends in high places proved invaluable, especially when everyone here was easily worth eight digits.
His date isn't so much as late as he is early. It doesn't suit him well, being here with no one to entertain him, he puts it in the back of his mind as he waits, just one more thing to be irritant about.
Elijah doesn't know much about this woman he is promised to wed. True, their family is well-known and perhaps that's all that matters in this engagement but rumours were everywhere, as plenty as pidgey in the street, and it would be much better to judge for himself. He's curious, that much is true, to who else would be susceptible enough to agree to such an arrangement, maybe a little excited but he doesn't know for sure, not until he sees her. Perhaps his own reputation would precede him, perhaps she would judge him immediately as well, then it would make things much easier.
"Another cup of wine." He motions to the waiter, who immediately steps forward to refill his drink. He's downed only one while waiting, more out of something to pre-occupy himself than anything else. He'd like to be lucid by the end of the night, thank you very much, but he's nervous all the same.
Statistically speaking, there was a one in a million chance that they'd get along.
Post by castiel leingod on May 24, 2015 14:08:59 GMT
There were worst ways to spend the evening. She continuously tried to tell herself this as she prepared for the festivities of the evening. Castiel hated to be chained down by the thoughts and appeals of the material world, but she felt a need to at least try for her mother. Even if this person was someone that would end up repulsing her to no end, she had to at least try for her. Somewhere deep inside she knew that sacrificing her own happiness for her mother's would end up biting her in the ass, but what harm could it do? She only had to talk to him for today, they'd just sit and talk and try not to kill one another. She hoped that it wasn't some snob who would try to objectify her and subject her to menial tasks once they were wed, she'd hate for him to have an unfortunate accident.
The thought caused the slightest curl of her lips before she gained her composure. Donning a white strapless dress and heels that she somehow had the capability to withstand, she pushed the door open before looking around. There were quite a few people but they only seemed like dolls to her. Maybe it was the way that they were dressed, or the seemingly fake smiles that they wore. Regardless it was sickening. She tried to remember the description of the male that her mother was fawning over. Blonde hair, tall, that could have been almost anyone but she wouldn't deter her mother's happiness for even a second. Scanning the room - someone stuck out to her. A person that was drinking wine and looking at his utmost bored.
At least they shared the same sentiments. Crossing through the sea of people, she stood by the table and brushed her hair behind her ear as it fell in her face.
"Are you Elijah?"
She tried her best not to sound bored or irritated in the slightest. Years of listening to her grandfather's boring stories and trying to seem interested helped. Hopefully, the two of them shared the same feelings about this.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 24, 2015 14:35:02 GMT
His glass is half-empty, and he's taken an interest to staring at an elderly couple a few tables away. They're with friends, or as friendly as he assumes. The food here, wonderfully decorated as they are, is much to expensive to waste on trifling acquaintances. But then he's quickly interrupted with clacking heels and a stern voice.
It's difficult not to stare, the rumors don't do her much justice. She's stunning in the dress, at least he think so, the way the cloth accentuates her figure unlike the other women in the restaurant. Whereas they use their clothes to decor their bodies, she owns her body as much as the dress. He thinks she knows that too. The white suits her, makes her eyes seem bluer than they are, her dark hair perfectly framing her face. He can't help but smile. It's a nice view at least, he's always been one to admire beauty no matter in what form.
"Then you must be Castiel. Lovely to finally meet you." says Elijah as courteous as can be. He's been taught this of course, even though it hasn't been much apparent, to be polite and know restraint. It never lasts long, not in crude company, but he's practiced in the art. Smile here, handshake there, and they'll be happy to bend over backwards. What lack of manners he had he made up for in charm.
He doesn't shake her hand, doesn't think it appropriate for a lady, instead gets up from his seat and goes over to her side. He pulls out the seat, looking at her with an inquisitive look, almost mischievous as he gestures to the chair as if to say 'Come, sit, let's play.'
Post by castiel leingod on May 24, 2015 15:36:49 GMT
There was something in his smile that sparked something inside of her. Her blood began to run warmer and she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Every alarm in her body went off that this person wasn't exactly what he seemed. Anyone could learn manners and how to conduct themselves in society but it was hard to hide the things that lied underneath. Gestures, phrases, antics, they all carried over even through the harshest amount of training. Her eyes narrowed a fraction but she felt the curve of her lips as she accepted his invitation into the game. Once seated, she allowed him to push in her chair and snapped her fingers for the waiter to approach. Giving the man a curt nod, she glanced to her menu.
"White wine."
He gave her a slight bow, possibly put off by her tone of voice. She waited patiently as she folded her legs and looked to the man that she was sharing the evening with. He wasn't too bad on the eyes. Blonde hair that was a tad unkempt, clothing that suited his rather large frame, and a face that she could at least look at without feeling nauseous. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad altercation at all. But from previous encounters, she knew not to get her hopes up too quickly. She didn't feel anything towards this man at all, just a sense of duty. It was nothing against Elijah, just simply her own stigma.
"So, I heard from your father that you're quite the adventurous one."
It wasn't exactly the words that he used but to sum it up, sure.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 25, 2015 2:10:03 GMT
He settles back into his seat as she calls the attention of the waiter, looking over with interest. White wine. He's not sure if it's ironic or simply fitting. They say one call tell many things by the drinks they prefer, which was why Elijah takes to being as diverse as possible, but perhaps he is reading too much into it. It's the first of surely many meetings, maybe she aims to hold some veil of mystery.
It's just wine.
He catches her surveying him, and he does little under her gaze. He'd done his share of oggling, it was only fair that she be allowed to do the same. The comment makes him pause though, brows furrowing. His father would never use such vague words to describe him.
"My father likes to have an opinion about everything, though I suppose that's not far from the truth." He answers with another sip of his wine. He can feel the slight buzz in his brain that tells him he's well on his way to being tipsy. "I like to enjoy a great variety of things, and I'm very open to suggestions." He does that mischievous smile again, chuckling to himself.
"Unfortunately, my father has failed to mention you, no doubt wanted to catch me off guard." He huffs, adjusting himself in his seat as he calls for another refill. "But I do know that you only live with your mother. Is Mrs. Leingod well?"
All still very civil, he has a feeling that they're both biding their time.
Post by castiel leingod on May 25, 2015 13:18:32 GMT
Hm.
She allowed her glass to slip from one finger to the other, but it never fell. She was rather agile when it came to her finger-work. Setting it onto the table, she allowed the waiter to come and fill it as she waited patiently. His father had described him as many other things but she had yet to see any of them. Nonetheless, things were bound to be revealed once the liquor ran high and the feelings went even higher. His father neglected to mention her, that was customary. Almost all altercations that were had between the two families were done by the heads. Her mother would talk to his father and the two of them most likely gossiped about their children but to some extent. Her mother was never one to say malicious things about her although embarrassing was another story.
"She is still ill. Her next treatment will be in the month following. Hopefully, her health betters."
Her eyes fogged over for the most part. Thinking about her mother surrounded by tubules and beeping machines, hooked up to wires that pierced her skin. The arms that she loved to have wrapped around her, squeeze her, the smile that she loved being replaced by a blank expression as she let the doctors have their way. It was irritating in the least pleasurable way. Her grip on the cup worsened but she managed to ease up before a crack in the cup showed.
"Anyhow. I am sure that you're a very interesting person to be around. Open-mindedness is a straightforward way to many adventures, may they be good or bad."
A smirk formed as she stared back at him. This person was almost like a fox. Playful, dodging around certain covers and wanting to play. It was a little cute if she said so herself, but grown men weren't supposed to be cute were they?
"Your father not speaking of me isn't wrong. I've never talked to him personally, only word of mouth from my mother."
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 25, 2015 14:23:57 GMT
If he didn't know how close she and her mother was, he would have assumed that she cared little for her. It was no secret that the young heiress only had her mother now, it was only by politeness that he mentions it, for something common to talk about to break the ice. No doubt many others have asked after her mother, and no doubt she delivers the news with practiced calmness that she exudes. "Then I hope that all goes well." He says gently. With any other woman he would have leaned over, taken her hand in his and held on tight. But with Castiel, she radiates respect, in her words and actions. Admittedly Elijah's a little bit wary of that and keeps his hands to himself.
"It also gets me into a lot of trouble." He reminds her. Along with the negativity that comes along with being free for public viewing. He's promiscuity gets him into one article or another, whoever decides to run it and whoever has the zaniest photos often getting the most out of them. The public seemed to like to following his antics, something day to day to gossip about perhaps, nothing new. In it came the reputation, Eli needn't ask for entertainment but once recognized it seemed like they were willing to throw themselves at him for the fame that came with it. "But I'm glad that you at least find it interesting while others condemn me." He chirps, almost too cheerfully.
She... Tricked him. That was one way of looking at it. So surprising that is, that he actually does stare at her as she smirks. He'd been under the impression that she's somehow met with his father. Resentment with the man was at an all time high, and he'd been swayed enough to think that his dad would have organized a personal meeting without telling him. He believed her for a moment, and she had used that against him just like that. She may not intended to do that, turn him on his head that is, but she managed it all the same.
Now this was interesting.
He chuckles along, clapping his hands together. "So you're my fiance." He has to acknowledge at it at some point in the night, might as well be now, right when he's on the edge and while his brain is still at full capacity. Who knew what he might blurt out. "Then, as a show of respect, as I will tell you this one truth." He grins, and then for dramatic effect he leans closer and whispers. "I hate this engagement."
With that he grins and falls back into his seat, downing the rest of his wine. "Refill please." He says, lifting his glass an inch above the table before setting it down again to have it poured to the brim. He has a hand under his chin, waiting and watching Castiel for her reactions. He can't help the smile that graces his face, one that sneaks up on him that even he doesn't know where the glee comes from.
Post by castiel leingod on May 25, 2015 22:57:30 GMT
"Oh, do you?"
Castiel couldn't help the curve of her lips as they touched the cool lining of the glass. She allowed some of the liquid to pass by her lips savoring it somewhat. Wine was so much better when coupled with discontent. Licking her lips to taste the remnants that had been left, she set the glass down and leaned forward with her fingers laced together and her chin resting on them. The smile on her lips spoke nothing but delight and humor that danced in her eyes. When news of the engagement had been given to her, she wasn't in the least bit happy with it. There was no force in this world that would bin her to another person without her consent. However at the request of her mother, she found that she was swayed nonetheless and cursed her own heart. But now sitting in front of this person, she couldn't help but wonder how it may have been on his side of the fence.
"I'm not enthusiastic about it either. Being chained to someone else through such cowardly means. To ensure prosperity even though two people clearly don't want one another. Its insanity."
Although her words were stern and carefully chosen, her eyes spoke of something different. She wanted a reaction. She wanted to see something in his eyes, in his face. The same smile that he wore, she wanted to wipe it away and replace it with the shocked expression. It caused a delightful feeling to rush down her spine and she refused the urge to shudder. After a few more sips of her wine, she could feel the slight tingle in the back of her mind but shoved it away. There was a time to be intoxicated and a time to be lucid, and this time was now.
"So, what do you propose that we do? Obviously you do not want me, and I don't want you at all."
She tilted her head to the side, her hair grazing her throat a startling contrast against her pale skin. Her mother believed that next to this man, she would be like an angel. A godsend. Their engagement could go either way; smooth and painless or a one way ticket to hell.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 26, 2015 3:00:22 GMT
He expected that much a reaction. In fact would have found it strange if she took warmly the engagement. In this day and age, it was a rare enough occurrence to entail yet another media fiasco, more buzzing bees that would inquire one thing or another, before things got out of hand and the truth be thrown to the boiler.
At one part, he's happy to find out her dislike for it, makes it easier if they're both striving for the same goal. At the very least they could pool their resources and plan for what was to come next. On the other hand, her appearance here, yet letting her displeasure known, only showed that she too had little choice. Just like him, they were being forced together, by their parents and politics, to make this happen, regardless of what they thought. It would have been easier if one of them were obedient enough to bend, but it looked like they were both hard-headed individuals. Swayed perhaps, but not bent.
His mouth sets in a thin line, still looking at her thoughtfully. It wasn't so much as not wanting her. Rather, being stripped of the choice was what bothered him the most. She seems capable, strong, things he could admire, perhaps grow to be fond off, but it was too early to tell, and being forced only serves to grate at his nerves. Perhaps in some other universe, where things could be a little different, they could have made a terrifying pair and the masses would fall to their feet.
"Well, if it were up to me, we would never have to see each other again." He says with a grin, toasting to the air as he took another drink. The lack of food to go with the wine makes the alcohol all the more potent, with nothing else to tantalize his taste buds, his body has taken to soaking up as much of the alcohol as it can. Already his grin is starting to look goofy, movement not as stiff as earlier. Elijah looks visibly relaxed.
"Not that it is great hardship to look at you." He adds as an after thought, contemplating on the next course of actions. "But I don't think your mother or my father would be so easily convinced." Admittedly, they would probably scolded to some degree, told to try harder, for the betterment of their respective factions. "We could, of course, pretend to go along with it, lure them into false pretenses until we can figure out what would irk them the most."
"Or I could make it a huge scandal, that even your mother would lose faith in me. Take your pick."
Post by castiel leingod on May 27, 2015 12:45:25 GMT
She weighed her options in one hand and then the other. For one, she was grateful that he wasn't thickheaded. It would have made this entire ordeal a hell of a lot more irritating. But at the same time she was also happy to at least have a little relief. He didn't want this and neither did she. Looking on it, he wasn't that insufferable. Maybe if it was a different time and place, the two of them could have been friends or more. But this wasn't that time, and this wasn't the place either. She was having to look realistically and although it would break her mother's heart not to see her walking down an aisle to a beautiful man dressed in white, she'd have to make due. Sipping her wine once again, she twirled the glass inbetween her fingers with a calculative expression. If her mother found some incrimidating evidence against him, there would be no way that she'd be forced to marry him.
Although the idea seemed less messy and she wouldn't have to be involved as much, she couldn't help but wonder if it was right to allow him to take all the blame. He wasn't that bad of a guy. Adventerous, rather loud and couldn't really keep his mouth shut - yes. But he wasn'tr all that bad and she couldn't hold anything against him to say the least. But even then her idea of marriage wasn't sticking.
"We can pretend, at least to save face with the public. If we simply 'don't connect', I'm sure that our parents will leave us be."
Her mother always looked out for her best interest. But there were times when the woman was absorbed in her own. She often wondered if her mother could get her head out of her arse long enough to see that this was a mistake. Elijah wasn't a bad person, and she wasn't going to make him out to be so. If they were going to solve this, it would be better together than apart.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 28, 2015 7:39:14 GMT
She gets a half-hearted laugh for that one at least, before he has to regale his taste buds with more wine. She's hoping things will go easy, that their parents would drop the engagement if they said no, respectfully. Which is logical, after all, there must be a peaceful way to salvage their situation, leave them both with lighter hearts and less tears. What she doesn't know of course is that he's already tried that with his father. What might have started with peaceful talk about how idiotic the idea was soon turned a heated argument until it ended with items being thrown.
It wasn't pretty, to say the least.
"We could." He drawls, playing with his cup, swirling what little liquid remains in a languid manner. It is too obvious that he aims to mock, to make her feel silly about her thinking no matter of her intention. He doesn't see it as a manner of saving them both, but the idea that she naively thinks it could be that easy. It's also seems like a jab towards his person. She may not have realized it but she had unknowingly insulted him, going about her idea as if she had thought him too stupid or impulsive to think of the peaceful resolution.
His paranoia plays tricks on him, until even the truth is so fogged.
"Perhaps that would work with your mother, at least with one force behind us that improves our chances immensely. As I said, if you could convince her that you are unhappy with me, then she couldn't possibly force her darling daughter to wed such a dastardly man."
He ends up saying out of spite, voice pitching higher towards the end of his sentence, mocking his own words. Going so far as to place a hand over his forehead, slumping on his seat and pretending to faint at the idea. He recovers a moment laughter, laughing at his own stupidity.
"If that is all Lady Castiel, I think I would rather spend the rest of my night fucking my problems away."
Post by castiel leingod on May 28, 2015 20:15:22 GMT
Perhaps it was the alcohol that was in her system, or maybe it was the slight irritation that she felt. But she felt that her speech was becoming loser as well as her tongue. This person that seemed so good in her eyes a moment ago was becoming more and more repulsive and vulgar. She wanted to figure a simple way out of this that wouldn't hurt anyone and at the same time be beneficial to everyone even if it was false. Maybe she had underestimated his intelligence and she was sorry if she offended him. But looking at him now, even after his last statement - she began to wonder what her mother saw in this person. Anything that his father could say about him couldn't be accredited for because people talked out of anger a lot, and there was no way around that subtle fact.
"Fucking them away?"
She rarely cursed but she could feel her moral standards beginning to slip away as she took another sip of wine. Who cared. No one else could hear them unless they were far too close, and it seemed from the aura that they radiated - everyone sat at least a table or two away. She set the glass down and leaned closer to get a better look at him. He didn't fit the depiction of those blonde bimbos that simply slept with everything that had a heartbeat. But at the same time, he didn't have the appearance of someone who kept a stable relationship either. How sad. If he had cheated on her, what would she have done in retaliation?
The thought caused a smile to form on her lips as she leaned back in her chair after having her fill.
"Well, I think I've figured what would make this interesting for the both of us."
A mischievous gleam danced in her eyes. If they were going to play this, then they might as well have a bit of fun with it.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 29, 2015 13:16:17 GMT
He raises a brow, as if daring her to say anything against it. She must know, if anyone knows anything about him it's that he can't keep his hands to himself once he's in the mood. It's habit by now, seeking out a warm body for a temporary haven, where he can switch off his thoughts and lose himself in the actions. Sex gets repetitive, but it is a pattern that he has gotten comfortable with, like a drug all on it's own and he's simply an addict who can't break free. It's an impulse, that he lets himself act upon despite obvious repercussions.
The statement sends a shake to his confidence though, his smile drops as her own smile grows. She might just be playing him, she's certainly shown that she's capable of that. It makes her interesting. It makes her dangerous even. Elijah has to admit that it make her attractive in that sense, able to keep him on his toes unlike the rest who fall in line easily enough. Worst yet, the ones who have such boring ideas. He enjoys playing with fire, like to see everything burst into a euphoria of lights and shadows, getting burned gets some taking used to however. So he treads with certain caution, until she shows her cards, though his curiosity barely hides itself.
"And what would that be?" And just like that she has his undivided attention once again, already he's leaning on the table again, eyes only half-dazed from all the alcohol that's been consumed during their conversation. "If you're suggesting we actually fuck then I have to admit I didn't expect that." He shoots out, before smiling at his wine glass. "However, I would not be so opposed. In fact it would be an honor." It's hard to tell sometimes when Elijah was being serious or just being an ass.
Post by castiel leingod on Jun 1, 2015 21:19:53 GMT
A lazy smile passed. Her eyebrows furrowed and the look in her eyes became so much warmer but at the same time, malicious. She had never been one to sleep around. If anything, the idea of it repulsed her almost automatically. She'd rather savor her experiences with someone that she had feelings for than simply just lay with the nearest person. It was a rather fruitless endeavor. But this person was rather interesting and with the alcohol coursing through her veins along with the slight haziness and the wanting to make him squirm - why not? She could use a little bit of excitement and a way to clear her head. Standing up from where she sat,she rounded the table to his side kneeling down and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her lips came dangerously close to his ear and whispered in a low tone.
"Come along, and we'll see."
She smirked a bit and stood to her feet. This person was infuriating, and he was rather vulgar and coarse. But there was no reason that he should be the reason that her fun ended tonight. Whipping her hair over her shoulder, she made her way to the entrance of the restaurant although stopping to pay and tip their waiter. Giving the man a little smirk, his face colored pink as she walked past him and exited although tossing a glance back at Elijah before she left.
Ah well, when it came to a game of cat and mouse - there was no way that she could lose.
Post by Elijah Castaire on Jun 2, 2015 10:55:27 GMT
He freezes, lets her do as she pleases as that smirk has him interested. He can smell her perfume as she speaks, heady and dark, it distracts him for a moment, his grip on the cup slowly slipping. It's almost invasive, but he blames the alcohol for the momentary slip of consciousness. For a moment, he was almost going to let her take control, for a moment his brain had turned off and the first impulse was to say yes to whatever she had to offer.
Come along and we'll see.
It's an open invitation. He snaps back into reality, watching her back as she makes her way to the exit, leaving him to his thoughts. It's a split second decision. Fuck it, he thinks, as he drains the last drop from his cup to march after her. The bill would be taken care off, it wasn't as though they weren't prepared, it wasn't as if they didn't have the capacity to pay. And sure enough, Castiel was taking care of it.
She's toying with him too, he should have realized sooner. It's better, that way they can both bend the rules as they pleased, the world was their playground and things were up in the air. He brushes past the waiters, ignoring them for most part, beneath his attention for tonight, and exits right after Castiel.
He expects that she's waiting for him, smug to know that she's caught him hook line and sinker. But he attempts at a facade regardless, coolly looking over her,or as much as the alcohol would allow. The brisk wind of the night feels cool against the face, the rest of his body warmed by the three piece suit he wears.