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Brigitte Regan Derrick (opaquely) wrote in rent_asunder,
@ 2008-03-26 20:57:00

rp: brigitte and nickolas.
Who: Brigitte Dunstan and Nickolas Derrick
What: A rainy day in London spoils everything
Where: First downtown London, but then back at the Derrick Manor
When: After lunch on Wednesday
Rating: Somewhat high. They're going to get drunk. (It'll be Brig's first drunk experience!)
Status: Started!

To say that Brigitte was nervous about her fitting for her dress for the engagement announcement gala was definitely an understatement. She hadn't been nervous until Nickolas said that he wanted to come with.. and then requested to have lunch and a day out with her. Brigitte still found herself nervous around the Derrick heir. She had only moved into his manor about a month ago, and she hadn't rarely ever spoken to him before then. Needless to say, this would be their first big outing, if it could be called that. It would be the first time they had been seen in public.. and the first time Nickolas would hear her measurements. Brigitte found herself so fearful of the outing, she had barely managed to get any sleep the night before.

The morning was stiff. Brigitte couldn't manage to eat anything at breakfast. She didn't trust her stomach to keep anything down. The fitting went fine. Brigitte jumped at every unusual sound, and cowered at everything said to her. It wasn't that she was always so submissive, but she just didn't know what to expect or how Nickolas was going to act. She didn't know anything about him or his family. A very large part of her just wanted to go back home to Scotland, especially the Isle of Skye. Merlin, how she missed the Dunstan Castle. Nevertheless, the fitting went fine. Nickolas' plans for an afternoon out in London were dampened by the London rain that had set in. By the time the two were done with their double fitting appointment, the rain had turned into a thunderstorm.

Once out of the seamstress' shoppe, Brigitte shivered against the cold, winter rain. She hadn't worn enough layers to be walking outside- let alone in the rain. Not to mention that rain didn't make for the best outing weather. She turned to Nickolas for the first time the entire day. "Did you still want to.. spend the afternoon here, sir?" she inquired. It took a lot for Brigitte to pipe up like that. She shivered once more and wrapped her arms around her tiny frame. She hated London for its weather alone.

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nickderrick
2008-03-27 04:15 am UTC (link)

Nickolas had been a bit nervous himself. He wasn't sure exactly why he wanted to get out, but he knew he needed to. After his antics at Blaise's party, he felt the need to validate himself more than he had already. It was strange for him to be attracted to males let alone actually act on those feelings. He figured this would be a way to show even himself that he was still the man he felt he always was.

After the fitting he noticed the rain. It put a complete damper on any plans he had made. It was a cold rain. He disliked rain above any other weather and decided it would be best to go to a pub to warm his lady up. "No, I think it may be best for us to get a warm up and then we'll head back to the manor," Nickolas said with a slight disapproval in his voice. It had nothing to do with her, but he knew neither of them could wander around in the cold wetness, and he really had wanted to get out today.

Nick lead her to the Leaky and ordered a few Firewhiskey's. It was about the only alcohol he enjoyed and he figured it'd warm them both up enough to be able to face the growing thunderstorm that was brewing outside.

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opaquely
2008-03-27 04:40 am UTC (link)

Brigitte couldn't help but notice the tone of Nickolas' voice when he spoke. She shuttered a bit, half because of that disapproving tone she assumed was towards her piping up, and half because she was freezing cold in the stupid black dress she had deemed appropriate for a day out. Stiletto heels clomped over the cobblestone walkway as Brigitte allowed her fiance to lead her. Her bare legs had very visible goosebumps on them. She was frozen.

Once at the Leaky Cauldron, Brigitte still remained quiet. After receiving such a disapproving tone the last time she spoke up, she did not plan on doing that again. How many times had her father told her not to speak until spoken to? It was very sixteenth century, but it was the way she was raised.

Brigitte watched as the two glasses of firewhiskey were placed on their table. She blinked at the dark liquor almost questioningly. Brigitte, though almost twenty-two, had never been drunk. In fact, the only types of alcohol she had been exposed to were wines and champagnes. She had never been curious about liquor either. But she couldn't not drink the drink Nickolas ordered her, right? Brigitte raised the glass to her lips and took a tiny sip before coughing and choking on it. It was so bitter, and it burned her throat! Her cheeks flushed bright red. "Sorry, sir," Brigitte muttered between chokes. The drink was simply awful.

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nickderrick
2008-03-27 04:47 am UTC (link)

It was hard for him to actually show anything towards the girl, he really just didn't know her. He was afraid to let himself get close in case she may not like him, but he felt horrible about ordering her such a potent drink. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, even if a little bit, "I'm sorry. I need to get you something a bit less potent. I really should think more. Please, call me Nick from now on. I don't think sir exactly suits me."

It made Nick a little unnerved to see a woman of her standing calling any man sir, and he didn't exactly know how to react. His grandmother never told him to expect this, and it was just not something he was going to get used to. This girl wasn't beneath him by any means. Woman or no, he didn't see any reason to shun her in anyway.

"And please, don't be sorry. I really must think a bit more before I order you such things. It was my fault and I appologize to you. Please forgive me for my carelessness, my Lady," Nick said with a smile and he ordered her a butterbeer. He also ordered some wine to have back at the manor to warm them up after they were out in the weather once again.

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opaquely
2008-03-27 04:55 am UTC (link)

It was hard for Brigitte to imagine being anything but severely submissive to the dominate male in a household. It was the way she was required to treat her father, and also how she saw her mother treat her father. It was a casting system that Brigitte was raised in, and it didn't help that she didn't have much confidence in herself.

"Please," Brigitte begged, making sure to keep her eyes and voice low. She hadn't even properly looked at Nick's face. She probably couldn't even tell you what colour his eyes were, for she never looked at them. "Do not apologise." Her cheeks were still beet red. Why was he saying sorry? He had provided her with a drink she could not drink. That was her problem, not his.

For a brief moment, Brigitte's eyes flashed up, but only to Nick's chest. She couldn't raise her eyes fully towards his face. "Of course, Mr. Nickolas," she replied very softly. She was always soft-spoken around males. She could be loud and outgoing around her best girl mates, but never around men. "I do apologise, sir." Brigitte's cheeks flashed bright red again. "I mean Mr. Nickolas."

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nickderrick
2008-03-27 05:03 am UTC (link)

Nick felt slightly overwhelmed by how this woman was acting. It was hard for him to imagine her being told she had to refer to people this way. He wasn't a mister yet. He was still young and so was she. So why had someone done this to her? "Please, no Mister or Sir for me. I'm not that much older than you, not to mention we are to be married. Nick or Nickolas really is okay for me. Actually, I'd rather you call me that."

He walked to the bar again and grabbed the white wine and red just incase she perfered the other. Nick was going to do his best to please her. It wasn't a matter of just spoiling her, but he didn't want her to have a horrible time being with him. He wasn't raised in a way to treat women like they were nothing. That wasn't his nature.

"And it is my fault for ordering you a potent drink. Please, just accept my appology so we can head back to the manor," Nick had a slight urgency in his words. He didn't want things to be like this forever, and he planned on helping her open up to be a woman and not a meak little girl.

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opaquely
2008-03-27 05:14 am UTC (link)

Brigitte simply was never put in the situation to not act the way she was. True, she went to Hogwarts, but she was so meek and young then that she mainly stuck around the girls. The majority of her time was spent alone studying. The only reason she got away with it was because she was a Ravenclaw. "Are.. are you certain?" she asked hesitantly. She had never called upon anyone without a formal title.

Brigitte's head raised slightly when Nickolas walked away towards the bar. He was intriguing her with the things he was saying. A part of her wanted to know what he looked like. Of course she had seen photographs, but she hadn't actually seen his face for herself in person. When he turned to return to the table, her head immediately lowered. That was what she was supposed to do, right?

The urgency in his tone made Brigitte think he had a meeting or someplace important to be. She had no idea he had every intension of spending the rest of the afternoon and evening with her. Brigitte had big plans. She would owl her mother.. update her journal.. perhaps read a little bit- all in her private chambers, of course. Brigitte offered her hand to Nickolas. "If there is someplace you must be, then I shall not keep you," she replied very, very softly. Who was she to say anything on the contrary to what he wanted? She never liked the Leaky Cauldron anyways. Brigitte rose slowly. As awful as it sounded, she almost felt a bit lightheaded from the sole sip of firewhiskey.