ξBelle of the Ball
Title Auld Acquaintance
Rating PG
Universe The Wrong Name-verse
Character(s) Lael (Mattias; thewrongname) and Joyd (Tyki)
Word Count 491
Warning/Notes Lael is a record between Lavi and Mattias, Joyd's Memory has not yet awoken so he isn't Joy just yet.
"Fancy meeting you here, curls~" Lael scowled at the smooth and familiar voice, turning around to look up at one of the few aristocrats at the small city's centennial ball. He was tall and dark in both hair and skin, a pair of brown eyes sweeping over her finely gowned body with the desire in them barely hidden.
"Small fancy, m'lord, seeing as your family chose to host this gala and you personally delivered my invitation." Something that had quite frankly bothered her and her grandfather immensely. While high in the upper class, they were new to money and not quickly accepted among those belonging to old money.
He laughed and reached for her hand, "That earnest was I?"
She allowed him to place a small kiss on the back of her gloved hand and withdrew it as quickly as fashion dictated she could, "Too earnest, I must say."
Not at all deterred by her refusal of his advances, the dark lord reached out and fingered a few strands of her red curls. "I only do so because you've completely captured my attention, curls. Can't you see that I will be your devoted servant if you just give me the chance?"
Lael should be swayed by his words, many of the young girls were and ultimately were jealous of her position at the moment. But there were already many girls - too many - that had had fallen for and been ruined by his words. Not to mention it wasn't what Lael was there for, she wasn't going to be fooled like the rest.
"Lord Joyd, if I gave you an inch you'd take a mile. I'd rather not disgrace my family's name." She stepped away to free her hair from his grasp yet he followed the move, "If you'll excuse me I owe this next dance to the Marquis over there."
"A pity, then, you chosing to advertise your wares to that wizen old creten instead of someone closer to your own...age, curls." He leaned close once again, following the young lady as she continued to back up. Until the wall where Lael let out a rather unladylike squeek of alarm.
"Lord Joyd, please. I really musn't keep the Marqu--" The older man leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to her own at first, then sought to deepen it almost immediately. Shocked by the whole thing Lael stood there for a few seconds, letting the young lord have his way until her senses returned. She sidestepped and pulled away from him, hand drawn back for a slap.
Then she paused, staring at the bemused man. It was exactly what he wanted, to get her enraged, to get her to slap him and draw attention to them. Lael grit her teeth and lowered her hand, turning smartly toward the Marquis and walked off.
This wasn't the end of it, that much she knew. Lael wasn't about to let her first kiss go to such a womanizing man. Not without retribution.
Rating PG
Universe The Wrong Name-verse
Character(s) Lael (Mattias; thewrongname) and Joyd (Tyki)
Word Count 491
Warning/Notes Lael is a record between Lavi and Mattias, Joyd's Memory has not yet awoken so he isn't Joy just yet.
"Fancy meeting you here, curls~" Lael scowled at the smooth and familiar voice, turning around to look up at one of the few aristocrats at the small city's centennial ball. He was tall and dark in both hair and skin, a pair of brown eyes sweeping over her finely gowned body with the desire in them barely hidden.
"Small fancy, m'lord, seeing as your family chose to host this gala and you personally delivered my invitation." Something that had quite frankly bothered her and her grandfather immensely. While high in the upper class, they were new to money and not quickly accepted among those belonging to old money.
He laughed and reached for her hand, "That earnest was I?"
She allowed him to place a small kiss on the back of her gloved hand and withdrew it as quickly as fashion dictated she could, "Too earnest, I must say."
Not at all deterred by her refusal of his advances, the dark lord reached out and fingered a few strands of her red curls. "I only do so because you've completely captured my attention, curls. Can't you see that I will be your devoted servant if you just give me the chance?"
Lael should be swayed by his words, many of the young girls were and ultimately were jealous of her position at the moment. But there were already many girls - too many - that had had fallen for and been ruined by his words. Not to mention it wasn't what Lael was there for, she wasn't going to be fooled like the rest.
"Lord Joyd, if I gave you an inch you'd take a mile. I'd rather not disgrace my family's name." She stepped away to free her hair from his grasp yet he followed the move, "If you'll excuse me I owe this next dance to the Marquis over there."
"A pity, then, you chosing to advertise your wares to that wizen old creten instead of someone closer to your own...age, curls." He leaned close once again, following the young lady as she continued to back up. Until the wall where Lael let out a rather unladylike squeek of alarm.
"Lord Joyd, please. I really musn't keep the Marqu--" The older man leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to her own at first, then sought to deepen it almost immediately. Shocked by the whole thing Lael stood there for a few seconds, letting the young lord have his way until her senses returned. She sidestepped and pulled away from him, hand drawn back for a slap.
Then she paused, staring at the bemused man. It was exactly what he wanted, to get her enraged, to get her to slap him and draw attention to them. Lael grit her teeth and lowered her hand, turning smartly toward the Marquis and walked off.
This wasn't the end of it, that much she knew. Lael wasn't about to let her first kiss go to such a womanizing man. Not without retribution.