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[May 9] [Original] unsolicited attention
Title: unsolicited attention
Day/Theme: May 9 / watch your chance and hit him with a brick
Series: original - Halcyon’s Mandate
Character/Pairing: Ebony, Sean
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 700
Ebony Drynwyn was the youngest daughter of the late Aldrich and Psyche, rulers of the city-state of Kentrona—in other words, a princess. Not that it showed in the way she acted most of the time nor in the awkward, unsure way she carried the glittering attire she had been obliged to put on, put up with, tonight. The runt of the family, she had never done well with gala events, being too scrawny for ball gowns, too sickly for the long stretches of mingling with over-perfumed, dolled-up courtiers, and too restless for the ritualistic mode of behavior. She was none of the three, nowadays, and here in the human world, such things hardly mattered.
With the highest honors, she would be graduated from this school in a few days (not that that mattered in the other place) which was why she was actually bothering to attend the idiot graduation ball. It’s not that she wasn’t at ease with humans, because she was for the most part; it was them that wasn’t at ease with her. She’s never tried to fit in, though, and it was tiring to keep being herself without standing out too much. Still, the affair was a necessary evil, and even if it killed her, she would grin and bear it.
Of course, she had to admit, looking at herself in the mirror gave her warm and fuzzy pleasure. It showed in the crimson that swam to her pale cheeks and in the sheepish grin that kept intruding on her decidedly put-upon grimace.
Ebony was resplendent in the periwinkle gown. It made her eyes seem like enhanced reflections of the icy blue diamonds that twinkled from her ears, instead of usual severe grays. Her jet-black hair was swept back in a dramatic tumble of locks atop her head. The little sprigs of hair bobbed with each movement (and she made it so, as it amused her to no end). The broad shoulders were showed off prettily by the thin straps. Usually too boyish and bony, she was made to look like a crystal figurine come to life.
She felt... Well, pretty. For once, she actually looked like the Ebony Drynwyn of the palace portraits from back home. (Ironically, she always did feel like Ebony Drynwyn, no matter what people thought being Ebony Drynwyn ought to feel like.)
“Heya, runt,” came a disembodied voice. Automatically, the tall girl recoiled like a slighted cat. “You ready?”
She didn’t even need to look at who it was; the hatred was instinctive. So far, on a night she had expected to dislike, this was the only thing she loathed. Loathed. Adrian, her brother dearest had volunteered to be her escort tonight. But now that he couldn’t make it, he had assigned his closest buddy and devoted ass-kisser to be his proxy. It was bad.
“Had your fill yet? Looking at yourself?”
Very bad. She turned the death glare to the speaker, a young man who was appropriately dressed in a subdued button-down shirt and slacks, her brother’s best friend and the sworn rival she had pitted herself against all her life.
“Don’t blame you, though,” Sean said nonchalantly. “You do look pretty.”
Her murderous intent faltered.
“Come on, kid,” he chided in his usual superior way. “You’ll be late.”
And he turned his back on her without another insult. Insults were the cornerstone of their relationship—or the lack thereof.
Weird...
Squinting, Ebony looked at his retreating back, glanced at the vanity table and all its clutter, then back again to the older boy, She didn’t know what to think. There had to be something offensive about what he said.
Hell.
She picked up the nearest serviceable weapon—an ancient and bulky hair dryer—and hurled it at the insufferable lordling.
Naturally, it connected with his idiot, lordly head.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!”
A natural reaction. It summoned Adrian Drynwyn almost immediately. “What’s going on here?” he snapped.
“Your warfreak sister almost killed me, that’s what’s going on here!” Sean retorted. “Dammit, Adrian, put a leash on that animal!”
Not in the least sorry, Ebony escaped from the room and from her irate substitute escort.
Well. So he was telling the truth.
Bastard.
~1254 050906
Day/Theme: May 9 / watch your chance and hit him with a brick
Series: original - Halcyon’s Mandate
Character/Pairing: Ebony, Sean
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 700
Ebony Drynwyn was the youngest daughter of the late Aldrich and Psyche, rulers of the city-state of Kentrona—in other words, a princess. Not that it showed in the way she acted most of the time nor in the awkward, unsure way she carried the glittering attire she had been obliged to put on, put up with, tonight. The runt of the family, she had never done well with gala events, being too scrawny for ball gowns, too sickly for the long stretches of mingling with over-perfumed, dolled-up courtiers, and too restless for the ritualistic mode of behavior. She was none of the three, nowadays, and here in the human world, such things hardly mattered.
With the highest honors, she would be graduated from this school in a few days (not that that mattered in the other place) which was why she was actually bothering to attend the idiot graduation ball. It’s not that she wasn’t at ease with humans, because she was for the most part; it was them that wasn’t at ease with her. She’s never tried to fit in, though, and it was tiring to keep being herself without standing out too much. Still, the affair was a necessary evil, and even if it killed her, she would grin and bear it.
Of course, she had to admit, looking at herself in the mirror gave her warm and fuzzy pleasure. It showed in the crimson that swam to her pale cheeks and in the sheepish grin that kept intruding on her decidedly put-upon grimace.
Ebony was resplendent in the periwinkle gown. It made her eyes seem like enhanced reflections of the icy blue diamonds that twinkled from her ears, instead of usual severe grays. Her jet-black hair was swept back in a dramatic tumble of locks atop her head. The little sprigs of hair bobbed with each movement (and she made it so, as it amused her to no end). The broad shoulders were showed off prettily by the thin straps. Usually too boyish and bony, she was made to look like a crystal figurine come to life.
She felt... Well, pretty. For once, she actually looked like the Ebony Drynwyn of the palace portraits from back home. (Ironically, she always did feel like Ebony Drynwyn, no matter what people thought being Ebony Drynwyn ought to feel like.)
“Heya, runt,” came a disembodied voice. Automatically, the tall girl recoiled like a slighted cat. “You ready?”
She didn’t even need to look at who it was; the hatred was instinctive. So far, on a night she had expected to dislike, this was the only thing she loathed. Loathed. Adrian, her brother dearest had volunteered to be her escort tonight. But now that he couldn’t make it, he had assigned his closest buddy and devoted ass-kisser to be his proxy. It was bad.
“Had your fill yet? Looking at yourself?”
Very bad. She turned the death glare to the speaker, a young man who was appropriately dressed in a subdued button-down shirt and slacks, her brother’s best friend and the sworn rival she had pitted herself against all her life.
“Don’t blame you, though,” Sean said nonchalantly. “You do look pretty.”
Her murderous intent faltered.
“Come on, kid,” he chided in his usual superior way. “You’ll be late.”
And he turned his back on her without another insult. Insults were the cornerstone of their relationship—or the lack thereof.
Weird...
Squinting, Ebony looked at his retreating back, glanced at the vanity table and all its clutter, then back again to the older boy, She didn’t know what to think. There had to be something offensive about what he said.
Hell.
She picked up the nearest serviceable weapon—an ancient and bulky hair dryer—and hurled it at the insufferable lordling.
Naturally, it connected with his idiot, lordly head.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!”
A natural reaction. It summoned Adrian Drynwyn almost immediately. “What’s going on here?” he snapped.
“Your warfreak sister almost killed me, that’s what’s going on here!” Sean retorted. “Dammit, Adrian, put a leash on that animal!”
Not in the least sorry, Ebony escaped from the room and from her irate substitute escort.
Well. So he was telling the truth.
Bastard.
~1254 050906