Post by Lance Ulrich on Dec 12, 2010 20:19:37 GMT -8
Lance reluctantly shook Lionel's hand (not that he allowed the reluctance to show) and said his goodbyes with a promise to keep a close eye on Lily before allowing her to escort him off. Once they were out of earshot, he shook his hand like he was trying to get some sort of substance off it. "I think I'm going to have to wash my hand for a week!" he muttered before looking up to see they were headed for the drink bar. He rose a brow and glanced at her, but he said nothing. He couldn't blame her if she wanted to get a little buzz going on to last her the few hours they had, though hopefully she wouldn't try for more than that. He didn't think returning her to her uncle (did he really have to do that?) completely smashed would be good for his--or her, especially--health.
"Why don't you find a table?" he suggested. "I'll get you something. Anything you'd prefer?" Of course, if she wanted to get their drinks and disappear to a corner somewhere unnoticed to chat and relax a little away from the other party goers, he was fine with that, too. They'd just have to be careful not to be seen and make sure to make another appearance after a few minutes so her uncle didn't realize they were spending time away from everyone. If they weren't where they were last spotted, then, well, it was understandable. No one stayed in the same place for very long in these parties. He just wanted her to get some relaxation time, though, so it was all up to her. He couldn't imagine having to stay in that house with that monster.
Lily barely noticed Lance's attempt to make her laugh. She as far too absorbed in her thoughts to do more than smile absently. She couldn't imagine what had gotten into her uncle to make him let her go off with Lance like this, without a fight or even a stern look. Frankly, it scared her, more than she liked to admit. She hadn't even realized she was heading towards the open bar until Lance's comment reached her ears. Mentally shaking herself, the pale brunette managed to smile at Lance and replied, "That's fine. I don't need anything. I hadn't really meant to come this way." Spotting a table a few feet to their left that was far enough away from the other tables to afford them some privacy, Lily added, "Why don't we sit for a little while?"
Reaching the table, Lily sat so that she had a clear view of the rest of the party. Looking around, she could catch glimpses of many of the young men her uncle was currently trying to marry her off to, which just made her want to cry. Reaching out for Lance's hand without really realizing it, the petite brunette tried mostly unsuccessfully to suppress the shivers that began wracking her lithe frame. Not truly aware she was speaking out loud, Lily spoke softly, clutching Lance's hand in both of hers. "I'm frightened, Lance. Why would he just let me go off with you? He didn't even look twice at you... What if someone's accepted the proposals he sent out? Maybe he thinks it doesn't matter if he lets you escort me today because it's the last time you can," Lily knew she needed to keep it together until she knew what the real reason for her uncle's behavior was, but she was frightened and she just needed to be comforted right now. "I don't want to lose you..." she whispered sadly, her amber eyes wide with frantic uncertainty. Faced with the prospect that this could be the last time she could see Lance, the petite brunette realized she did genuinely cared about him. And at the moment, she wasn't really sure what scared her more, her uncle or the realization that she truly cared about Lance.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Dec 20, 2010 14:24:50 GMT -8
Lance nodded as Lily asked to sit down and followed her, pulling out her chair for her and then sitting down himself. He firmly grasped her hand when she took his, sensing her discomfort and truly not caring whether or not her uncle had some little minion out to keep an eye on the two of them or something. He realized as they sat there in silence for a while he had never seen her this way, and he didn't like it. She was so different--frightened, even, dare he say it? It made him want to pull her close, especially as she began shivering, and hold her tight and tell her not to worry, that everything would be ok. And it would. Somehow, someway. It had to be. He could not stand the thought of her being caught in this vicious cycle of abuse for all her life. He'd known that the moment she had admitted the truth to him that night two months ago, but now it was somehow more real to him.
He looked over at Lily, concern in his eyes, as she began to shiver before beginning to voice her fears. Proposals he'd sent out? Damn. He hadn't even thought of that possibility. It wasn't entirely rare for pureblooded families to try to keep marriage between their families and none of the "lower" families, especially in this society. But the thought scared him. What kind of men would her uncle send requests to? Ones who shared his views? Ones who might abuse her more to keep her under their thumbs? Ones with whom she could never be happy? As she said she didn't want to lose him, he shook his head and reached up with his free hand to caress her face, too lost in the moment to think about Uncle Lionel's whereabouts or any minions he might have. "Hey," he said softly but still firmly, "listen to me. You won't lose me. We'll see your plan through. We'll get him out of your life so it can be your own."
Lily held Lance's hand desperately, closing her eyes to keep the tears building there from falling. She couldn't bear the thought of never seeing Lance again. As much as she had tried to keep her distance, first to protect him and later because she had been afraid to let him in, the little brunette knew that she really cared about Lance. Hell, she might even realize she loved him if she stopped to think about it, but that thought was almost as scary as the thought of her uncle marrying her off to one of his cronies' sons. And with how she felt right now, she just wasn't going there. After a moment of composing herself, she opened her eyes again and relaxed her death-grip on Lance's hand. "I'll be ok... My emotions just got the better of me momentarily," she said, much more calmly than she felt, even managing a weak smile.
Looking out over the assembled guests, her eyes were automatically drawn to where her uncle and Lance's father were still talking animatedly. There was another couple heading toward the two men along with what she assumed was their son. When her uncle caught sight of the newcomers (Lily didn't recognize them), he greeted them exuberantly, especially the son, who looked a little older than her. Lily watched as they chatted for a bit, raising a brow curiously when her uncle shook hands with the young man and began craning his head around, obviously looking for something. "Great," Lily sighed, adjusting her gown nervously as her uncle pointed the young man in her direction. "I don't know that boy, do you, Lance?" she asked, her heart beginning to race again. If her uncle was sending him over, it couldn't be for anything good...
Post by Lance Ulrich on Dec 29, 2010 7:46:52 GMT -8
By the time Lily loosened her grip on his hand, Lance felt as though it were ready to fall off. He tried to give it a discreet shake to wake it as she spoke to him, giving her a smile and shrugging it off. He knew she would be ok, but it still hurt to see her like this even for the moment. To know her uncle got to her as much as he did was a frustrating thing. It was sickening, but he could do nothing for now but be her support until she deemed it was time to carry out her plan.
When he was asked who some boy was, Lance looked up, spotting the boy she was talking about. "That's Langston. Why?" he asked, though he had seen just as she that her uncle had pointed him in her direction, which was odd, but... Oh, wait. Proposals he'd sent out... She'd said something about that earlier. Great. No. "Umm... Let's go get something to drink?" he offered, hoping they could get lost in the crowd before the boy got to them.
"Langston?! Not Ian Langston?" the already-frazzled brunette replied, her tone anxious. "My uncle has been trying to fix me up with him since I was in fifth year! Dear Merlin, he can't have succeeded... What am I going to do if he has?" Lily could feel her previous panic begin to rear its ugly head again, making her heart race and her head spin. When Lance suggested moving over to the bar, Lily could have kissed him right then. Losing Ian in the crowd certainly wouldn't solve the problem, but at least it would give her time to think of a solution.
Following Lance to the bar area, she ordered a small shot of firewhiskey (nothing like a little 'liquid courage', eh?), and downed it in a few swallows. Searching the crowd for their pursuer, she was satisfied for the moment that they had escaped unnoticed. Granted, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that they had either gotten up to dance or to get a drink, but still... When the Langston boy's eyes began searching the crowd for them, Lily tried to position herself so that Lance's body would obscure her from his view. She could only hope Ian wouldn't see them and continue to pursue them.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Jan 13, 2011 19:10:37 GMT -8
"Nothing," Lance replied. "You'll go along with it to keep him from hurting you. You'll keep on with the plan, and we'll follow through with it as soon as possible, break off the engagement for one reason or another. Frame Langston for infidelity, if we have to, to get you out of that safely. I don't trust your uncle's choice in men to be extremely nice and gentle or to be the sort to simply 'shame' them by breaking off an engagement for no reason. Besides, that reason should hardly be hard to do. He's always been one to cheat on girlfriends. Why should marriage stop him?"
The thought of Lily at social events with Langston's arm around her waist, them kissing (even a quick peck on the lips), holding hands, and Langston otherwise courting her made his skin crawl, but what else was she supposed to do? If she refused, it would ultimately lead to undesirable consequences, right? And yes, it would be harder for her to get away to spend time with him if she was planning a wedding, but they'd find a way. Even if they had to use Felix as a go-between or buy two-way mirrors to talk, they'd find a way. The main thing was that they kept her uncle happy until they were ready to carry out the plan.
Go along with it? How in the bloody hell was she supposed to court her 'fiance' when she was in love with someone else? Even if it was in the interest of self-preservation, that smacked unpleasantly of cheating on Lance, despite the fact that it was his idea in the first place. She had never cheated on any of her boyfriends, except Killian (only one time), but he had been a controlling jerk when they were dating so she didn't feel particularly bad about that. Realizing she was staring at Lance like he had just sprouted another head, Lily quickly schooled her expression back to polite neutrality and replied loud enough for only Lance to hear, "I know you're right, but... I couldn't do that to you, Lance... I couldn't let him court me when it's not him I love," she added, her eyes widening slightly after a moment when she realized what she had just admitted.
She was almost glad of the distraction Ian's arrival afforded. Apparently they hadn't out-smarted the boy, as they had hoped. Lily stiffened slightly as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles politely. "What a pleasure it is to finally make your aquaintance, Miss Blake," Ian purred, trying far too hard to be desirable and only succeeding in being sleazy, yet still oblivious to the fact. "I was hoping my father would come around and reconsider the proposal your uncle sent us. Nothing's official yet, of course, but I wanted to break the good news to you myself. I finally managed to convince my father that you were more than worth the bride-price your uncle set for you," the black-haired boy added with a wink. Looking over at Lance as though just now noticing his presence, Ian added smugly, "Oh, Ulrich! Didn't see you there, old boy! I hope don't mind me stepping in for a word with my fiancee," the boy retorted with a smug look for his school rival. Once again turning to Lily, the sleazy boy leaned in and gave her polite peck on the cheek and said over his shoulder as he headed back toward his father, "Until our own party, Miss Blake."
As the Langston boy retreated, Lily stood still, trying to keep her panicked mind from getting the better of her again. "I don't know whether I want to cry or curse someone," she said wryly, looking sideways at Lance. "One thing I am absolutely sure of though, is the fact that I need some champagne," the petite brunette retorted, trying to hide her dismay with jokes. Grabbing a glass of pink champagne from a passing server, Lily sipped it slowly, wishing she could simply disappear.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Jan 15, 2011 16:24:43 GMT -8
"I know you're right, but... I couldn't do that to you, Lance... I couldn't let him court me when it's not him I love."
It took a few moments for her revelation to sink in. Lance had known it would be coming eventually, but this was sooner than he'd thought, and he wasn't sure what to say. The obvious answer was those three little words, but could he say them? Of course he could, but would he? Or rather, should he? He knew she'd want to hear them right now or at least something, anything to reassure her, but what if he decided he didn't mean it after saying it? Then, she'd be more disappointed, no? What was he supposed to say? Supposed to do? Besides stand here looking like he'd been on the receiving end of Petrificus Totalus , that was?
He knew he cared. He cared about her a lot. The thought of her uncle taking the abuse a step too far (beyond already too far, that is) and ending her life was terrifying. The thought of losing her was heart wrenching. Why then wouldn't the words come from his mouth? Just as his lips began to form the word "I," Langston interrupted the moment. He couldn't help but feel annoyed. On the one hand, he was his escape, but on the other hand, he didn't want the man anywhere near, not when he'd finally decided he needed to say them before it was possibly too late.
"What a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintance, Miss Blake."
The sleazy tone was enough to make his blood boil and his fist clenched around his dress robes without his complete knowledge.
"Oh, Ulrich! Didn't see you there, old boy! I hope don't mind me stepping in for a word with my fiancee."
More like you're trying to rub it in, you dimwit, he thought to himself, though he gave a polite nod. Langston had surely known about them. If this was some game, he swore he'd--
"Until our own party, Miss Blake."
Ok, maybe his patience was wearing thin. Lance was hardly aware of the projectile of his right fist until it made contact with the side of Langston's face as he was turning to leave after giving Lily a kiss on the cheek.
He hardly heard Lily's comments in the moments following. His attention was on the other man, the one who had so rudely interrupted them, the one who was trying to steal Lily.
((*sigh* Lance wouldn't let me finish the post without a punch. *kicks him*))
As she turned around with her champagne in hand and was greeted by Lance's fist connecting with Ian's face, Lily silently thanked the gods that they had moved to the back of the pavilion before Ian had found them. Luckily the handful of people near them were still a good 15 feet away and engaged in a heated conversation, and hadn't noticed anything. Before Ian or Lance could start the brawl Lily anticipated, she pulled her wand out from the bodice of her dress and whispered, "Obliviate!" A moment later she continued with the entranced boy's new memory. "You came over to talk to your old schoolmates, and were very inappropriate and rude. Lance took offense on my behalf and asked you politely to stop. When you continued in the same manner, he hit you. It was entirely your fault, and you feel very sorry for your behavior." Quickly putting her wand away again, the petite brunette sent Ian on his way (thank Merlin there was nothing more than a bruise on his cheekbone) and heaved a sigh of relief before rounding on Lance.
"What is wrong with you?!" she hissed angrily at him, her amber eyes flashing dangerously. She wasn't truly angry with him, just shocked and exasperatedly annoyed with him. She sighed again and took a long sip of her champagne in order to calm down a little. "You're lucky nobody was paying us any attention back here, you idiot! What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Trying not to look like her secret boyfriend had just decked her soon-to-be-fiance, she scanned the crowd to see where her uncle and company were and if they had been watching. When she found them and saw that the three gentlemen were all laughing and talking together, she sighed in relief again and finished off her champagne.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Jan 16, 2011 15:25:38 GMT -8
Ok, so maybe he shouldn't be angry she was upset with him for his actions. They were rash and stupid, and it certainly wasn't his best moment ever, but did it really take rocket science to figure out what was wrong with him? Lance rolled his eyes as she gave her little mini-lecture, glad she at least didn't go on for ages. "I wasn't, ok? You're my girlfriend. He knows it. He has to know it or at least suspect it, given he was in our year. He was rubbing it in my bloody face! I don't care if it was your cheek he kissed. It was clear he wanted more, and at the moment, I really didn't care if he could out us to your uncle."
Lance sighed and was quiet a few moments before asking, "I'm going to go get a drink. Want another?" No, she probably shouldn't have too much more if she was to return to her uncle at least mostly sober by the end of the gala, but one more couldn't hurt. Surely he'd want to stay another hour or two? You didn't simply show up to these things, then leave. Once he had her answer, he was off to the bar and ordered himself a glass of vodka and whatever she'd wanted. He downed a swallow before making his way back over. How the bloody hell was he supposed to handle this? If that was just a little peck on the cheek, then....
Lily sighed and shook her head when Lance asked if she wanted another drink. She was probably going to catch hell for the two drinks she had already had; better not to tempt fate any further. When he came back, she took his free hand and said, "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Lance. I know you were just protecting me. It just took me off-guard, and I was afraid that someone would have seen you hit him." She leaned into him slightly, angling her body so anyone looking at them would think they were standing close, but not touching. A wicked smirk lit up her eyes for a moment as she added, "Even if it was gratifying to see the sleaze knocked down a few pegs, and you looked damn sexy doing it..."
The petite brunette chuckled evilly and turned her head to look for her uncle again. Ian had apparently just relayed the tale of how his face got bruised, and both her uncle and the boy's father looked furious with him. Mr. Ulrich, on the other hand, seemed to be slightly puffed up with pride, perhaps proud that his son had been looking out for a friend's ward, at least it seemed that way to Lily. "Your father looks slightly amused by Ian's plight, darling," she remarked to Lance, her tone one of obvious amusement. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he was even trying not to laugh," she chuckled, her gaze wandering across the couples on the dance floor. Absently, she wondered if dancing would fall under the category of 'looking out for her,' as Lance had told her uncle he would do.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Jan 26, 2011 11:18:50 GMT -8
Lance had been expecting the cold shoulder when he returned, so what he got instead surprised him. An apology? Wow. Well, ok then. He wasn't complaining. He was accepting it and determining to not mess up again tonight. Then again, she did say he looked sexy punching Langston. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice low and "sexy." "Then maybe I ought to do it again." Merlin, it was hard not to give her a kiss at the end of the joke. Her cute little lips were there, just within reach, but he couldn't act like he normally would in this situation. At least she was in his arms, even if he couldn't hold her like he wanted to. That just made his arm ache to hold her and his fingers to touch her. She was being a horrible tease right now, and he couldn't even cross his arms with the way she was standing to try to get rid of the feeling.
As Lily mentioned his father, Lance looked over, chuckling a little at Lily's comment. "That'd be a first," he replied. "My father, amused, maybe even proud of me? Can't say I've ever seen that." Not that he had a bad relationship with him, but his father simply was never one to show or otherwise express his feelings much. After a few moments, though, watching the quartet's reactions to the situation became boring, and his attention was right back to the fact Lily was so close yet so far. How could he find an acceptable reason to hold her that didn't involve going out of sight where her uncle could assume things and decide to punish her for it? Drink bar? No... Sitting down? No.... Ah-ha! Dance floor. Perfect. He had promised to look out for her, and that meant she had to have some fun, right? Maybe they'd have to sit out slow dances, but the song on currently wasn't slow from the sound of the beat, which was all he could hear from here. "Care to dance?" he asked.
"So long as you don't dance us by Ian just to hit him, dear," she retorted, amber eyes playfully teasing. Linking her arm through Lance's she let him decide where to lead them, focusing instead on the other couples on the dance floor. There were a few faces she recognized, but even fewer names. Mostly they were people she had seen at other society functions like this, or students she remembered from Hogwarts. She didn't think any of them would come up to her and Lance to say hi, but more importantly at the moment, she didn't see any of their former housemates. That fact alone relaxed the brunette simply because there were very few people who had known the two of them were dating, and with her uncle surely keeping close tabs on her the last thing she wanted was someone mentioning them being a couple. "At least I don't see any more potential flies in the ointment lurking in the crowd," she commented, smirking up at him. Perhaps they would actually get to enjoy themselves for a bit, she thought hopefully.
Post by Lance Ulrich on Feb 8, 2011 1:09:36 GMT -8
"Ruining all my fun, I swear!" Lance teased, acting as though the mere thought of not being allowed to do that was repulsive. However, as soon as he downed all his vodka, a smile was back on his face, and he deposited the empty glass on the tray of a house elf as he lead her out to the dance floor, making their way towards the middle. The less chance of being spotted by her uncle, the better. "Always a plus," he commented off-handedly as he pushed his way between two couples on the dance floor. Finally satisfied with where they were, he took her in his arms and began to dance. Now if only the rest of the night could go without interruptions, he'd be happy--at least as happy as he could be on a night where he couldn't even have so little as a kiss, not that holding her in his arms wasn't good enough, but still.
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