audrey (larcener) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-16 18:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, audrey leradine, darius delacreaux |
Who: Darius Delacreaux & Audrey Leradine
What: Confessions
Where: Darius’ Place
When: BACKDATED: (3/2)
Rating: PG-13 (Implied sexual relations)
Status: complete
Since they had started dating it was becoming more and more common for Audrey to come over to Darius’ place instead of the other way around. She tried to not bother her sister or seem inappropriate with her relationship with the white mage. It was easier to keep her distance instead. Audrey had purchased sweets from the baker’s dozen. Her sleepover plan: hang out at his place, read some books, make smores and cuddle. And somewhere in between those plans, she had to let Darius know about her engagement prior to actually being engaged. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. After all, he had initially given her the idea of marrying a friend for the sake of her inheritance. Audrey knocked at the door, grin in hand and ready to eat some sweets. He’d gotten better at not banging Audrey every time they saw each other. Though, tonight… He wasn’t sure which kind of night it was supposed to be. How did a guy prep for a night with a girl when he had no idea what to prep for? Well, either way, Darius had stocked up on the - potentially - needed supplies, stashed them away in a spot he thought would probably be left alone, and then planned on a non-sex night. Either way, when a knock came at the door, he was ready, and answering it within seconds. Pulling the door open Darius offered a smile. “Hey.” He’d lean forward offering a kiss before stepping back. It was easy to make room for her to come in as he waved Audrey through. “How’re you?” Now just to make sure he paid attention through all her ranting. “Hey!” she grinned from ear to ear, holding up the snacks. Audrey was quick to arch up and reach for the kiss, sliding into the room easily. This was the new norm, it felt, and it the back of her mind she hoped it wouldn’t change. “I’m well,” she responded quickly throwing herself onto his bed childishly. Rolling over she looked back at him. “Alright, so this is the plan I made. We got some books,” she showed him the books, “we’ve got some snacks,” she pulled up the smores that still needed to be made, “aaaaand we’ve got you to cuddle,” she waved her arms at him. Audrey had stood up and put the box on a nearby table, opening it to set out all the ingredients they were going to need. “I brought different types of chocolate, we’ve got dark, white and milk. Oh! And strawberry. I wanted to try it with strawberry. It’s got to be good, right?” As she finished organizing them neatly on his table, she turned to grin at him widely. “Oh!” she snapped back in her train of thought. Walking towards the bed, she picked up the books. “All Shakespire, since it’s my goal to make you love him. “We’ve got histories, comedies or tragedies,” she held the three. She had missed a book, “or sonnets!” The blonde was entirely too excited for such a simple night. Okay, so. With that rant? Probably no sex. Alright, he could handle that. Hey, at least she would still be amusing, and cute. Audrey tended to accomplish those things pretty easily from what he could recall of her. “Alright, but what about dinner?” Of course the snacks would be good, but an actual meal may be better before the end of their night too. Besides, they could always just order delivery if they needed to. “Sounds good.” Was offered in response to the different types of chocolate with a smile, and then her carrying on regarding her mission to make Darius love the author earned a raising of his eyebrows. “That so?” A soft chuckle was given. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see on that one, but guess I better not hate the guy if you love him, yeah?” Darius wasn’t a particularly religious man, but he really wondered if praying to Faram to like this author might not be a bad idea about right now considering the amount of the guy Audrey had brought for him to read. “Dinner?” she acted as though she was offended, making sure her sarcasm was well read. “Who needs dinner when we have smores?!” Though in truth, she shouldn’t even be eating the smores. An exaggerated sigh exhaled, and Audrey gave in. “Okay, okay. Is there anything you want for delivery?” she questioned curiously. In all honesty, Audrey wasn’t the least bit hungry. She had eaten with her sister before sneaking over to Darius’ place. That said, Audrey would probably still eat whatever Darius decided on ordering. “I’m open to whatever.” Audrey raised her brows, grin growing. “We can read Romulus and Juliana. Ari’s performing it soon, y’know? We should go. Personally, I like the play the best.” Audrey reached over and picked up the book. It was worn out, the spine broken several times—a sign that i had been very well read and cherished. “I know all of Juliana’s lines. Read it and I’ll reply,” she grinned at him again, holding the book out to him. “A man cannot survive on sugar alone.” A smile was offered to Audrey, which… It was true, he hadn’t eaten yet and it wasn’t very sexy to have your stomach growling in the middle of being cuddled up with someone. Though, when she asked what he wanted, it took a moment for him to think it over. “There’s a really good chowder place.” Then a beat. “Do you like chowder?” He wasn’t actually sure he’d ever seen her eat anything even remotely chowder like now that he mulled it over. “I’m sure they probably have other stuff too, mostly seafood. The biscuits are good too.” It was a favorite place of his. Emillion did tend to stay pretty cool considering the fact that it was nearly right on top of the water, and a bowl of chowder had become a favorite meal of his some years ago. “Uh, alright. Yeah, sure. When’s it gonna be in the theaters?” That might predict his total availability at least some, though, as long as they had showings on whatever ended up being his ‘weekend’, or if he knew far enough in advanced, he could always make sure to request the time off beforehand. The commentary about Audrey reciting the lines back to him earned a low laugh. “Oh yeah?” Well, that was funny as hell in its own way, now wasn’t it? “Clam chowder,” Audrey was quick to respond with a fervent nod, “With the bread bowl, but I won’t complain if it doesn’t have one.” She couldn’t help and grin at her silly request. “See, Darius Delacreaux, the thing you need to know about me is that my stomach is an endless pit to nowhere. Meaning I’ll eat practically anything. But yes, let’s order so we can get it quickly.” Audrey’s eyes drifted to the smores, obviously signaling what she truly wanted to get into. “Taurus 13th, I think that’s what Ari said.” Audrey shrugged. “It’s a few ways off, but we should go to opening ni—” her voice cut off. Could they even go opening night? Dates had yet to be set. Audrey never broke her smile, her hands fumbling as she pressed the book against his chest. “Yep!” “Yeah, pretty sure they have those.” And with that, Darius was already reaching for his communicator to send in the order. He’d been getting food from this one particular place long enough that they practically had his order ready as soon as he walked in the door most days. Getting a delivery to the Mage’s Tower shouldn’t be an issue. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it in the recent past. “They got other types too. Lobster, potato, crab.” Though, he was particularly fond of the clam himself, and fingers already began moving to type out his, and hers as well before shooting the message off. “Thirteenth.” Darius repeated, attempting to cement the date in his head, but hell it’d be unlikely to stick. “Remind me again when we’re closer?” Aud nodded with a cheerful sound emanating from her throat. She had led him to the bed where the two curled up, Aud’s head resting on his chest, with her arms wrapped around him in a hug. Her ear was pressed to his chest, listening to the rumble of his voice alongside his heartbeat. As promised, Audrey had recited the lines word for word without even having to glance at the novel despite Juliana’s appearance not being until the third scene. It was the lover’s sonnet that had really killed her. After Tybalt’s exit, Audrey had climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his hips as he continued to read. Pressing her palm against his, she smiled, “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” “Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged.” Audrey pulled away softly, refraining from putting space between them. Her lips were parted as she rested her forehead against his. A smirk pulled her lips to the side, “Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” Her hand caressed his cheek, eyes looking down into his. “Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” Her kisses grew hungrier, her free hand sliding the book out of his as she heard it fall to the ground. She was barely able to catch her breath, her hands on both his cheeks as their faces were still touching. “You kiss by th’ book.” She had been ready to dip in for more, when there was a loud and firm knock on the door as if calling Audrey anon. Glaring at it for a second, she sighed as she rolled off of Darius onto the other side of the bed letting him be the one to retrieve the food. “It’s a good teacher.” Was the only thing he could think of, as horrible a joke as it was. Yet, that would be all he could get out before the knock at the door echoed through the room. A frown formed on Darius’ face, before a heavy sigh was given as Audrey removed herself. “Alright, alright, I’ll get it.” Rolling off the bed, and half waving in a dismissing manner, the white mage grabbed up the appropriate gil before getting the door. The exchange was short with food being paid for, and pulled into the room before being brought over to the bed where Audrey had settled herself down. “Did you wanna eat here or at the table?” Audrey couldn’t help but roll to the edge and grin back at him as he stood up to fetch the food, watching his body with her own head nearly hanging off. The blonde tilted her head, looking at the bed momentarily. Not wanting to spill food on his bed, she stood up walking towards him, helping him with the food and setting it at the table. “Table’s fine. Don’t want to spill on your bed.” Pulling the seat across from him, she sat down, opening up her bowl with a grin hanging on her lips. “It smells so good,” she hummed, waiting for him to dig in. Dinner went on as usual with light conversation and grins all around. It wasn’t until the two were stuffed, leaning back on their chairs, and digesting their food in silence that Audrey finally looked up at him. She had to tell him, their days were numbered and she just had to tell him. “I’m going to get married,” she finally spoke. No tact, really. A brief nod was given before he led the way over to the dinner table, and started pulling out all of the items they’d need to eat. It wouldn’t take long to get everything sorted out, and situated. Thankfully, this place really knew how to labels things. With that, Darius had already started shoveling the lobster chowder into his mouth when Audrey started to look at him again. The white mage’s eyes rose - since he’d long ago learned her physical cues for when she wanted to say something, or needed his attention - and when she spoke, he nearly choked on his chowder. A sputtering couple of coughs seemed to clear it out before Darius turned a bewildered look upon her. “Uh.” A pause, and then a nervous laugh. “Nice joke. Don’t try it on me when I’m eating again though, yeah?” Oh shit. Audrey’s eyes immediately shot back down to her clam chowder, picking at idly with her spoon. Her bangs had grown so long, they easily covered her face while she bit down her lower lip. Her stomach sank, heart pounding, her body knowing she had done something shameful or embarrassing. Rather than pressing the matter, she continued to eat her soup, waiting for the white mage to finish his. It wasn’t until the two were done and sitting in silence that Audrey interjected again. “No, but. I,” he had left her stumbling on her words. “I’m getting engaged with a friend so I can access my inheritance,” she bit her lip, slowly inching herself back into her seat. The sudden withdrawal of her from the meal didn’t go unnoticed, but Darius hadn’t the faintest how to press forward with the conversation either. Instead, he shifted slightly uncomfortable in his chair, and decided that focusing on the food in front of him - which shouldn’t be hard considering how hungry he was - would be best for now. At least, until dinner was done, and then maybe he’d have enough brain power back to be able to focus on how to handle why she’d ever bother making a joke like that in the first place. Though, she beat him to it. His brows rose when she spoke again, forehead wrinkling when she paused again, and worry then became apparent. Had he done something wrong? Was she in some sort of trouble? Was….. Oh. His face instantly twisted into a pensive frown. There were words there, he wanted there to be words, Darius scream inside his own head for his mouth to work, but it seemed to be against him the entire time. “A friend, huh?” Yup, that was the best he had. “Yeah.” Audrey had almost immediately gone back to her empty bowl as a form of escape, but upon realizing she had no soup left, she stared back. “Just for a bit. I mean, you even suggested it.” Darius paused at the confirmation, swallowing hard enough to make his adam’s apple bob for a moment before he rolled his lips in with a nod of his head. This sure a fuck was a situation all it’s own, now wasn’t it? Admittedly, she was right, he’d suggested she marry someone if the money was that important but… He hadn’t really thought she’d do it, or that she’d spring it on him like this. When you were seeing someone weren’t you supposed to talk to them about this shit? “Who?” “Basil Norwood,” she replied promptly, watching him across the table. Her eyes had drifted down to the chocolates, an urge in her stomach pinching her to reach for them and relieve herself of stress. Her elbow came up to rest on the table as her palm held her chin up. “They’re just legal papers, when you think about it. Just a stupid paper that needs a signature,” she drawled into a mumble. “Once I get the money, I can rebuild the house, then I can just disappear and everything can go back to how it used to be.” Pausing Darius gave a slow nod, his mind instantly set racing. This made him the other man, a thing he’d vowed to himself never to be. Sure, this wasn’t breaking up a family, and if Audrey said she was doing this with a friend, surely, the friend knew the parameters too, but…. “It won’t though.” His voice was fairly even, only a hint of emotion creeped in around the edges, something nervous about it all, but still remaining steady. “You’re getting married Audrey, in a religious city, with gossips on every street corner just waiting for the next big thing to ruin the next person’s name. You can’t just get married, and then pretend it’s nothing. Not in Emillion.” “People marry for stupid reasons all the time,” she was quick to retort. “It’s less and less about love and more about what’s convenient. People who believe otherwise are in denial.” “I’m not committing social and career suicide for you. I do home visits. I don’t need husband's thinking I’m going to come in and steal their wives away from them when I’m there to cast esuna and cure.” It was the strongest point he had, and really, it was the biggest truth in this moment. While he technically wasn’t the other man - not that the gossips would see it that way -, and he technically wasn’t hurting anyone, he couldn’t take the risk of what people might say. The slander of his name, and white magick practices that could come from it. “I’m sorry Audrey, I’m not losing my career over this.” There was nothing. She had no reaction. Audrey hadn’t even gotten to the point of asking, but Darius made himself very clear. Her eyes blinked slowly, never once looking at him. “I understand,” she didn’t let her voice break. Tucking both her lips in her mouth, Audrey stood up from her chair. “Thanks for the dinner.” She couldn’t look at him. The blonde had been ready to exit out the door when she remembered something. Walking back to the table she picked the white and strawberry chocolate out, shrugging. “I won’t have white chocolate on Howaito De and I actually really wanted to try the strawberry one.” It was, if anything, the most forced grin Audrey had ever given. She had reached the door again, stopping, wanting to say something—anything. Nothing came out. Closing the door behind her, she went out into the hall vanishing as soon as she heard the door click shut. She didn’t want to be found. |