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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-27 06:31 am UTC (link)
Brigitte was making effort now. She was attempting to make some sort of valiant effort in trying to be nice. A part of her wanted Nickolas to simply leave her alone.. leave her to her private chambers until they had to make an appearance. And then have her wallow in her misery alone. A very small part of her, though, wanted her fairy tale ending with him, the most unlikely candidate for such an ending. She just didn't know what to think or do.

Brigitte frowned when Nickolas reached for her hand. She immediately slipped her hand out of his and crossed her arms over her chest, and sidestepped away from him. "The effort is appreciated," she replied as politely as possible. "But I do not like to be around fags at all." Brigitte hated cigarettes with a passion.

A brow raised in response. "I am not a charity you can throw money at," Brigitte snapped taking high offense to the idea of being spoiled by this man. Her arms remained fully crossed over her chest as she looked away. "And even if I told you what I truly wanted, you do not have the means for getting it for me. So, no. There is nothing I want from you."

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-27 06:36 am UTC (link)
Nick threw away his cigarette. He wanted to make her comfortable not to be disgusted by him. He didn't see a point in living near someone who hated things he was doing. He didn't do much of anything for the most part, and he really wanted her to be comfortable in the manor with him. If she didn't want him to smoke, he'd only do so outside when she wasn't with him. He didn't smoke much as is, and he felt it might be better for her to not be around it. It wasn't the best habit and he knew it.

"I will only do it when you aren't with me, then. I don't want you to feel awkward around me or anything of the like. I'll only do it alone and that way you won't ever need to know I do it at all. I'll even brush my teeth before speaking to you, this arrangement should be no more awkward than it is already," Nick smiled and laid his hand on her shoulder, he didn't know what else to do to comfort someone, he'd never done it before.

"I didn't intend on upsetting you, I am sorry for that. I wasn't implying anything by it. And I'm sorry if it seemed that way. I'm not the kind of man that's used to this sort of thing, so I'll make sure to make things a bit different for you. If I seem cold and uncaring I am sorry," Nick was really confused on what to do now. This wasn't a sort of thing he was used to. It surprised him he even offered to change, especially due to the fact he'd never been willing to do so before.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-27 04:30 pm UTC (link)
Brigitte blinked at the flying cigarette. She never knew a man to listen to what a woman preferred before that moment. Her father did what he liked and wanted, and her mother dealt with it. That's what Brigitte was used to. Women's opinions didn't matter. Right? She shook her head in disbelief. She could hardly believe it. It did sound old school and of old tradition and all, but when one had a family that traced back as far as the Dunstan line, old tradition was the only tradition- and it would never die.

"I-" Brigitte started, but had no idea what to say. She shook her head again. "Excuse me please, I am just.. in shock," she whispered finally. Her arms uncrossed over her chest and wrung nervously. What did he want from her? Was he trying to butter her up to penetrate into her brain and hurt her in some fashion? Brigitte didn't mean to be so skeptical, but she didn't know what to think. "I'm just not used to.. to people caring so much." Her head tilted slightly, hair fell to the side, revealing the side of her face.

"You did not upset me," Brigitte retorted before lowering her head again. Well, maybe he upset her a little. Well actually, Brigitte was used to being spoiled. She rather enjoyed shameless presents for no reasons at all. "I.. but it is true. What I truly want you cannot provide for me. No money can buy it." For the first time in a month, Brigitte looked up at Nickolas. Her features were just as lovely as the curves of her face suggested, but her eyes were deep and sad. No smile or laughter were evident. She blinked and did not say anything, but then lowered her head again. "It's not just you.. no one can get me what I truly want."

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-28 04:13 am UTC (link)
Nickolas was at a loss for words. It was always a shock for him to not know what to say. His mind couldn't process things are quickly as he had assumed it was always supposed to. He didn't know whether he cared or not, at least not yet, he didn't know her. All he did really know was that it was a matter of making her comfortable in his presence. He wasn't the type of person to make someone uncomfortable unless he had some sort of contempt for them.

"I just want you to be comfortable with this arrangement. I can't imagine any woman would like to be near a man that they are disgusted by," He smiled and reached out his hand this time. He didn't want to push her too quickly. He knew he wasn't always the best person to be around, but he felt the need to let her know that he wasn't going to make things anymore complicated than they already were.

"Well, if it can't be bought, I can only hope that someday you will achieve it. It's not the best situation to be in, and I understand that. I'm not always everyone's favorite person because I speak what I think regardless of how people are going to react, but I can promise I will make things as nice as possible for you," The smile on his face was overshadowed by the pure shock of her looking at him. He noticed just how lovely she was for the first time, and could hardly stop himself from speaking on it. "You're lovely, I hope you know that," that was the best he could muster at that moment.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-28 04:53 am UTC (link)
Brigitte continued walking in silence. She hadn't meant to floor Nickolas like this. She was simply being honest with him, probably for the first time too. It wasn't that she lied to him before, but she told him what she knew he wanted to hear.. or she simply avoided conversation. They were making progress, and Brigitte was grateful for that.

Brigitte shrugged at that comment. "Does a woman have a choice?" she asked quietly. Who was she to question her father's choice for her suitor? Brigitte cleared her throat. "I.. erm.. I just mean that a woman does not necessarily have an opinion in the matter," she added very quietly. She wasn't talking about Nickolas, but it was true. She had no say in the matter. She was shipped off to his manor whether she liked it or not, and she didn't really have the right to say anything about it.

Brigitte could feel her eyes swell up with tears. Her hand was in his when she turned her face. Her fingers were ice cold. She was freezing, and her hand fell lifeless for but a moment as she said, "I.. I want true love." It was very soft and lost in the wind. She didn't know if Nickolas heard her or not. It did not matter. She could not obtain it. She never would. Brigitte's cheeks flushed at Nickolas' compliment. "Th-thank you," she whispered, tears still stinging her eyes with her head lowered.

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-28 05:10 am UTC (link)
Nick couldn't believe that things had progressed this far in just a short time. He was only saying what he felt, he didn't really feel the need to hide or make things differently for her. It was just a matter of being more comfortable with their surroundings. It was hard for him, too, living with someone he'd only seen in photographs. And it would take him a bit of time to adjust.

"I think all women have a choice. Honestly. I doubt you would've given me a second look otherwise, and I know I might not be your first choice, but I will make sure you're happy," Nick was thinking on the whole matter of women not mattering. It wasn't fair to them. Nick wasn't that type of person by any means. He thought everyone had a choice. Nick knew he certainly did. He wouldn't have ever agreed to this arrangment had the women been something less than he felt he deserved.

Nick slowly put his hand on her face and whiped away the tears with his thumb, "I don't know about true love, but we can just be happy as friends and see how that progresses. Sure, we're going to be married, but I won't act as a husband completely until you're ready for that. And if you're never ready, thats fine too. We can have a friendship at least, even if people think we're more than that on the outside. Does that sound good for you?" He didn't know what else to say. It was the only thing he could really think of. He wanted to be her friend at the very least, and he felt maybe that would help her.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-28 07:07 am UTC (link)
Brigitte didn't enjoy waiting on house elves. Couldn't she open her own door? On the other hand, she had her own set of personal elves back at the castle. They were tailored to her liking, and if they were too slow, they were dismissed. It sounded horribly shallow, but if she was going to have elves, they were going to be decent, no questions required.

"I apologise," Brigitte retorted. Once more, her saddened eyes flashed up at Nickolas for only a moment. "Shall I.. shield my eyes further from you? Shades, perhaps?" She didn't know what he was getting at with this. She wasn't trying to be annoying. She just wasn't used to people pointing out things about her.. that is, unless they wanted those things to change. This was going to take a long while to get used to, Brigitte could tell already. She could sense it would be manageable though.

"I do not mean to mutter," Brigitte retorted at once. It was a defense mechanism. She flushed. "I apologise." She didn't mind that Nickolas heard her mutters into the wind. What did he intend to do about it? Or the better question was, what could he do about it? Brigitte shifted uncomfortably in the foyer of the Derrick Manor. "Are you planning on retiring now, sir?"

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-28 07:18 am UTC (link)
Nickolas felt horrible about saying he heard what she was saying. She obviously hadn't meant for him to hear. But he couldn't help himself and sometimes he'd hear things even that he didn't want to hear. He'd hear his grandmother constantly saying rude things about him from a room in which he was never allowed.

"No, I'd rather you didn't sheild them. I'm just mentioning it to you. I don't like seeing you sad. It kind of upsets me. I understand I haven't known you, or even do know you infact, but you're beautiful, and I'd love to see your eyes when you're happy," Nickolas felt horrible more than he could even express. He was intrusive and he knew it. He always had that problem with people around him.

"I wasn't complaining about you muttering. I just wanted to let you know in case you'd say something you didn't wish for me to hear. Most people don't know just how well I can hear. Please, don't appologise as much as you do. You have nothing to be sorry for. I just don't want you to think I'm intruding on your personal thoughts and feelings," Nick walked into the parlour and poured them both a drink, handing her a nice glass of red wine. "I wasn't sure which you preferred, so I got both. I hope it's to your liking."

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-28 07:33 am UTC (link)
Brigitte hadn't even truly realised that she was muttering. She wasn't used to having other people around her, so usually her soft spoken statements to the wall or into the wind were forever lost. The tips of her ears turned red with embarrassment though. It was one of her quirks. True, she did blush, but when she was truly embarrassed, the top most points of her ears flushed as well.

"Oh," Brigitte whispered very softly. She didn't know how to respond to that. What were you supposed to say when someone told you that you looked sad? "I do not understand. My eyes are no different from the day I was born." And that was true. There were very few instances where Brigitte's eyes reflected happiness and laughter.

"I am sorry," she started, but clasped a hand over her mouth. "You must excuse me for making you feel like such. It is certainly my fault." Brigitte sighed and followed Nickolas into the parlour. She was starting to get tired of keeping up this facade. She feared it was starting to break down. "I.." Brigitte glanced up at him. "I must admit that I have not drank often in my life. Nothing more than wine with dinner or a glass of champagne during New Year's."

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-28 07:49 am UTC (link)
Nickolas couldn't help but wonder why things were this way. He'd never met anyone else that felt this way. It was hard for him because he just never thought that way. He did exactly what he wanted and rarely ever cared what anyone thought. His grandmother did do this, though. She received the money and perks and he had recieved a wife. You could hardly call it fair.

"Maybe you just need a few days of happiness to change the sad look they have to them. You're lovely, I can't stand thinking that someone as lovely as you hasn't had happiness that most of us take for granted," Nickolas always took his happiness for granted. He never thought twice. He did things for himself, always for himself.


"I understand. Most women of your standing haven't. But a glass of wine every now and then will not hurt you. Or change my opinion. It may loosen you up actually. Make you feel more comfortable around me," Nickolas reached the glass to her once more. He'd already finished his but felt it may be rude to take another when she hasn't finished one.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-28 08:05 am UTC (link)
Brigitte found Nickolas to be an interesting case study. She had never met a bloke who actually cared about like this before. Even though it was subtle, the care she recognised in his face was still there, and she appreciated that. She did not know anyone to care as Nick was alluding to.

"I do not understand," Brigitte replied as she tilted her head. "Is this not happiness? How do you have days of happiness?" Her head never raised, despite the fact that she was talking to him. It was how she was raised. It wasn't something she thought to do consciously. "I.. Please, sir. Please stop calling me lovely." Brig found herself to be ugly, or at least painfully ordinary. She had never thought of herself as lovely.

"Of my standing?" she asked with a bit of an edge. Brigitte frowned as she stared at the bottles of wine. "I have had avenues to pursue drinking if I so chose, but I did not." She shrugged and reached for the glass of red wine Nickolas was offering her. It would be rude of her not to take it. She glanced out of the corner of her eye for a moment. "Please do not wait for me. If you so desire another glass, then who am I to stop you?"

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-29 07:08 am UTC (link)
Brigitte looked at the newly filled glass of wine as she shook her head. She set the glass down, yet glanced over at it with envy. She never had more than one glance of wine. It was improper. "I couldn't possibly!" she exclaimed to the taunting glass of red wine. Before she knew it though, she was snatching it up and taking another greedy sip.

Brigitte tilted her head at Nickolas, her hair falling to the side to reveal her face again for the second time. "It is not so much a word," Brigitte started but then cut herself off. How do you explain it? A feeling? An emotion? She couldn't do it. It was all so terribly confusing, or so it seemed!

"I do appreciate your trying, Nickolas, it's just.." Brigitte cut herself off. She could feel her eyes begin to swell with tears. "It is as if I am some sort of business transaction. Does one not take one's feelings and emotions into account? I am not an elf, nor a slave, nor a piece of property. I am a human being, and I deserve to not be traded like a stock item!" By the time Brigitte had finished, tears spilled down her cheeks.

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-29 07:19 am UTC (link)
Nickolas began to down his 4th glass of wine, and felt his head becoming more than loopy, a bit more dizzy to tell the truth. "You can, it's alright. We are in our home," Nickolas began to stare because he was intrigued by all of this.

"I suppose so, maybe we'll both get the chance to experience it. I'm not saying with each other because it'd be hard with someone we don't know," Nickolas took another glass of wine and continued to stare. It was rude of him to stare, but he couldn't do much else right now.

"I agree with you. He got some things from my grandmother that belonged to me, too. I didn't like it either. That's why I wanted you to have things to call your own here. I was being as considerate as I can with this situation as it is. There will also be a puppy delivered to the manor so you may have a friend here. Incase you don't like me, you'll have something to keep you occupied. Any kind you'd like?" Nickolas head was swimming. He began to savor the feeling. It was so much easier for him to be honest.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-29 06:48 pm UTC (link)
The exquisite liquid tasted divine as it went down Brigitte's newfound dry throat. This was a lot to process, and it seemed to be one of those incidents that absolutely needed liquor to enjoy. She drained the glass and presented it to Nickolas to refill. It wasn't until Brigitte finished about half of her third glass that she turned to address the situation at hand.

Brigitte's head tilted. "I do not ever expect to find love," she announced fairly loudly and firmly. It was evident the wine was beginning to get to her. "Love is for fables and tales. Love is not real." She sighed and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, revealing the side of her face once more. "I do not believe in love, though I desire it greatly."

Brigitte chewed her lip in thought. She knew her father did not regard women as people, but she was his daughter, not just some random bird. "I'm sorry he has your things," Brigitte whispered as she looked up at Nickolas again. Instinctively, her hand reached out and gave his a reassuring squeeze. Her eyes widened. "I'm sorry." Her hand and head dropped. "A.. a puppy?" Brigitte inquired, her head shooting up to look at him again. She could hardly contain her excitement. A puppy was what she always desired, but never was allowed to have at the Dunstan Castle. "Are you most certain you would want a puppy here? It.. it could ruin everything." It was difficult for Brigitte to talk about. She was dying for a little puppy of her own!

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-29 10:20 pm UTC (link)
Nickolas was amazed at how much she was drinking at this point. Sure, he drank more than she had, but it didn't bother him much. His tollerance for alcohol was a bit higher than hers and he knew that he needed to drink at least 4 to her 3. He refilled her glass without a word.

Nick walked over to the window, he began to gaze out of it before he began to reply, "I believe it must exist in some form or another. I just find achieving it impossible. My parents had it before they grew ill," he kept staring out of the window with a vacant expression. Speaking of his parents always made him feel sad and unhappy.

"Please, do not be sorry. It's fine. I just want you to have something out of this as well. I feel saddened to think you had no idea what you were getting into," He walked away from the window and stood above her, not intimidating, more reassuring if anything, "I'm certain I'd like a puppy. There is nothing in this home that cannot be rebought. And it will be yours. Name it and train it as you choose." Nickolas smiled widely. He noticed her eyes grow bright, if only for a moment, and he felt rather good about himself.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-31 05:41 am UTC (link)
Brigitte had never done anything like this before. Then again, she always had her father breathing down her neck. She was never permitted outside of his home really, and when she was there, his word was everything. Brig was fairly certain he had ordered the elves to give her sparkling cider instead of actual wine or champagne. It was as if he did not trust her. Nickolas seemed to not follow that same philosophy though.

Brigitte tilted her head. She couldn't help but watch him stand at the window. He was beginning to intrigue her greatly.. or perhaps the wine was clouding her judgement. "Oh," she said gently, kindly even. She stood, a bit shakily, but stood nevertheless and walked over. Her hand gently rested on his shoulder. "What happened with your parents?" She didn't know. No one told her anything about this man.

Brigitte moved back to her seat though. Her forwardness was getting to her. She retreated, hanging her head again. It wasn't until Nickolas was standing over her that she noticed he was no longer by the window. "It doesn't matter," she said softly as she toyed with a lock of her hair. "Father does what Father wants. Mother and I joke about it, but it is true." It was true. No one mattered in the Dunstan household other than the one in charge. "I.. I can do that," she said almost hopefully. A puppy would keep her from being terribly lonely. "Th-thank you." A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but it quickly vanished.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-31 09:05 am UTC (link)
Brigitte could not control herself anymore. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute, and yet was fuzzy all at the same time. She desired to do things she had never done and priorly thought to be absurd: like running in the cold rain in the winter. She hated cold rain, yet it was the only thing she wanted to do at the moment. She was smashed, essentially, and she had never been smashed before in her entire life.

"You ought to read!" Brigitte exclaimed so suddenly, that she bolted up from her laying position on the floor. It was such a sudden raise, that she immediately fell over from pure dizziness again. "Is there more wine?" Brigitte wrinkled her nose. "It's almost a sin not to read. Honestly. It was a good thing that you were not of the Ravenclaw house. I think it's better than the Slytherin house becaus-" But a huge hiccup cut her off, and once it passed, she had forgotten what exactly she was saying.

Brigitte's head was pleasantly swimming. She had lied and told him earlier that she managed to eat, though she hadn't. And, in fact, she was so nervous about the fitting that she hadn't really eaten dinner the night prior either. "I want to run in the rain," she repeated. "And get completely soaked, and roll through the mud, and cry as the raindrops caress my face. I want to do all the things I've never done!" Brigitte was nearly delirious. "I want wine and champagne, and bloody hell, maybe firewhiskey too! Come on, Nickolas. Let us go and act our ages!"

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[info]nickderrick
2008-03-31 09:30 pm UTC (link)
Nick smiled at her. Although his mind was shocked at the moment, it was hard for him to say much of anything. The wine seeping through his veins stopped any other thoughts at that point, and he really had no idea what more to do. He followed her instruction, mostly due to the fact that his mind just wasn't working.

"I've read some things, just not recently," he downed yet another glass of wine, "Yes, there is more wine. It is white wine, but it appears to be just as tasty," smiling, he walked over and filled her glass once more. He didn't want to get into the fact that there had been some debate on which house he was to be in. Slytherin had always been his choice.

"We can do whatever you'd like. It seems quite refreshing out there to some point, and I suppose that we should make the best of the situation. If that is what you'd like to do, we'll do it. I'll be sure to have the elves set some fires so we don't get ill," With that, Nick summoned and elf and explained to him what to do for their return. Then he began to walk from the parlour and to the door, gesturing his hand for Brig to take.

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[info]opaquely
2008-03-31 09:56 pm UTC (link)
Brigitte was staring at the ceiling silently. Though she was silent, her torso shook as if she was laughing uncontrollably, which she was- only silently. She felt free. She had never felt free like this before. Had she not been drunk, she would never had acted like this, but the wine had completely impaired her judgments.

"Well you ought to read, Nickolas!" Brigitte exclaimed loudly with a hiccup at the end. "You've got a love-ovely library here. I-I've discovered that already." She hiccuped twice more as she attempted to speak. "More!?" Brigitte bolted up again, but was smart enough to grab the leg of the chair to steady herself. She was going to have a lovely swell tomorrow where she hit her head earlier. Brigitte drained her glass almost as quickly as Nick refilled it. She was so tipsy now that she could not even sit up straight and still. Her body swayed from side to side. "More!? I like the white one better!"

Brigitte barely managed to pay attention as Nickolas told the house elf what to do. She barely heard anything. The only thing on her mind was running free in the rain. She wanted to.. to fly or something. She felt like she could! "Hm?" Brigitte managed when she saw his hand outstretched for her. She struggled up, only to fall into the chair behind her. Lucky it was there.

Once she finally managed to arrange her appendages to stand up, she stumbled forward literally bumping into Nick. She couldn't walk straight nor stand for the life of her. All of her torso pressed against his back as she began giggling. Her feet were sliding back out from under her. As she slowly fell to the ground, she wrapped her arms around Nick's waist to try to grab on, but she only managed to dug down his slacks a few inches. She couldn't help but giggle at that. When Brig looked up, a large smile was over her face. She attempted to say something incoherent to Nickolas. She wanted to ask why he was all the way up there, but she couldn't form words anymore. Instead she offered her hand. Nothing was more important to her than running in the rain.

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