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Post by ANNELIESE PORTIA VAISEY on Oct 21, 2011 18:42:46 GMT -6
Dances weren’t usually such a big deal for Anneliese. She attended them, danced, laughed, and generally had a good time but they had never been a thing that stirred up so much anxiousness within her. The Yule Ball was vastly different for her though- not because it only came every four years, but because her date was someone so unexpected. Maybe in some dizzying daydream Anneliese would have envisioned herself attending with Ethan but before that fateful day a few weeks ago it had been nothing more than a silly, girlish hope. Ethan had always been that one person that she believed everyone had- the one that you could be yourself around one hundred percent of the time and they would accept you no matter what, he had been her rock until the incident with his sister had him crumbling and then sweeping all the pieces of himself to a place that she hadn’t been afforded the privilege to follow let alone help him piece himself back together.
There was a lot more at stake for Anneliese tonight than just a good time. It was a chance to set things right and regain the friendship that she so desperately had been craving. She wanted Ethan back, the one that she had grown to love as a person, but even if that could never be possible friendship, to her, was unconditional. He had stolen a piece of her heart a long time ago and worn it down to the shape that he needed, which meant, much to her approval, that there was no way to return that particular gift. As a Vaisey she was to always look her best but on this occasion she wanted to look better than presentable, she wanted to look beautiful- the kind that she wasn’t sure she really possessed. For all her elegant charm Anneliese didn’t exactly have the assets, or the attitude to compete with a lot of the girls here. Still, she could at least try and hold Ethan’s attention.
Hair, make-up, a suitable dress and shoes… Anneliese looked at her reflection in the mirror, her roommates rushing to and fro behind her, just wondering if it would be enough- if she would be enough to make Ethan come back to her. Maybe she was being silly thinking that the right outfit and hair style would have some kind of effect on the way that he felt but every little bit couldn’t do anything other than help, right? Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest that it drowned out the gossip going on in the background. She was a bit shaky even from how nervous she was, but it was Ethan- why was there cause for her to feel the way that she was? Taking a deep, cleansing breath Anneliese decided that there was no further sense in prolonging the inevitable. It was now or never and Ethan would surely be waiting for her to arrive. Not knowing how long it would take her to get ready she had suggested that they meet just outside of the Great Hall, where the Ball was being held. It didn’t take her too long to get there, her feet carrying her quicker than Anneliese normally would have walked. Coming up the steps her breath hitched in her throat the anticipation of seeing him overwhelming. Her gaze searched the area for him slowly half hoping to find him fast and half hoping that she didn’t because that meant that tonight was actually happening, it meant that all the time she had spent wondering would finally be put into practice. What if she failed?
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Post by ethan on Nov 15, 2011 16:23:00 GMT -6
The reflection in the mirror seemed like a stranger to Ethan, almost a ghost of what could of been a while ago. The roughness around his chin and cheeks was smoothed away, his bed head look tamed in a nice slicked back fashion, and was that a smile hinting around the corners of his lips? Ethan took a minute to straighten his black tie. He wore a simple tuxedo, nothing too fancy about it, sticking to the basic colors of black and white seeing as he hadn't had a chance to speak with Anneliese about her dress color. But it wasn't really a date (was it?), so there was no need to match up. But if it wasn't an actual date than why did Ethan's hands feel so clammy and his throat as dry as a dessert?
The image in the mirror was bothering Ethan so he looked away and decided that he was ready enough to head down up to the Great Hall. He stopped at his bed before leaving the dormitories and picked up a book. Reading the title he deemed it something of unimportance. He flicked his wand at the useless book and transfigured it into a lotus flower. It wasn't the normal type that dates received but this wasn't a typical situation for the two. Ethan thought Anneliese would appreciate the meaning behind it.
Ethan ascending the pathway up from the dungeons and stood just beside the entrance to the Great Hall which would be acting as the dance floor for tonight. He leaned up against the wall, his hands behind his back holding the flower carefully between his hands. His eyes were focused on the area he had just come from waiting to see Anneliese show her face. It didn't take long until he saw her. His breath almost caught with how stunning she looked. He met her part way and smiled at her. "You look ummmm...beautiful." Ethan said, looking away. He then pulled his hands from behind his back to show her the lotus flower he had for her. "I hope this is alright." Ethan said a bit shyly, which was an emotion he hadn't felt in sometime.
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Post by ANNELIESE PORTIA VAISEY on Nov 17, 2011 3:00:18 GMT -6
As Ethan stepped up to her Anneliese pulled in a breath holding it in for a for beats waiting for him to greet her, but the moment that he did she felt relief, glancing down at herself at his comment, a tiny smile dancing on her lips. Beauty was something that she had always been required to have and as obligatory as it had been in her life, when it came from Ethan saying it she was in awe. ”Thank you.” It appeared as though he had went to some effort to look presentable for her, which Anneliese greatly appreciated. Ethan was always handsome to her, even when scruff covered his chin and his hair darted off in every which way. ”You look very dashing Ethan.” Her gaze traveled up the length of him taking the sight of him in coyly before resting back on his features.
There was so much in the night that was left to chance and it made someone such as herself most unnerved. Anneliese was used to order and structure, routine and the assuredness of daily life so the lack of control that she had in this particular situation left her in foreign territory. That mattered little to her in comparison to her desire to have Ethan back in her life. She missed him far too much to let something like being out of her element stop her from trying her best. As he presented the lotus flower to her Purity, spontaneous generation, the symbolism behind Ethan’s offering was very accurate to their situation. Graciously taking it from him Anneliese tenderly touched one of the petals before turning her attention back to her companion. ”I think it’s perfect.” She informed leaning in to place a kindly kiss on his cheek.
Perhaps it was too soon to be doing such things but Anneliese had wanted to respond with that hint of boldness in her appreciation. Pinioning the flower into her hair, positioning it just so, and making certain that it wouldn’t be harmed in any way, she offered her hand to Ethan. The night, though unpredictable, was filled with possibilities and Anneliese believed that the best way to come out of it positively was to take advantage of them. ”Would you be so kind as to honor me with a dance?” Having Ethan slip back into his comfort zone around her was essential, talking, getting down to the more profound was better left for later.
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