Lilah Selwyn {is a damsel in distress} (inastorm) wrote in alsointocaaaats, @ 2020-05-11 16:53:00 |
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While Leo had been a bit put off when Hector had chosen Draven over him for best man, he also hadn't actually cared. He might have if he'd been out of Hector's groomsmen entirely, but hey. Even Leo knew it wasn't about him; it was about Hector marrying Nyx, and then the reception party and booze. He knew his priorities. Delilah was, of course, his date. He was courting her, still. 'Dating' didn't seem like the right word. He'd dated girls, and dating was not what he was doing with Delilah. They weren't really flirting, he was being his most gentlemanly self, the idea of sex was fully off the table. Courting. Towards the middle of the reception, he decided it was time to locate his date, probably. She was with her family, somewhere, while Leo had been with his family (or, well, with a couple of buddies). And indeed, there she was at a table with her step-mother. Corette Selwyn seemed to be talking, while Delilah seemed to be... drinking a bit too much. Time to swoop in and be her wizard in shining robes. He'd seen for himself that Mrs Selwyn was a fucking annoying woman, the kind of hovering parent who never turned off. He was glad his parents were more focused on what Hector was doing, or what Marguerite shouldn't be doing. "Pardon me," he said as he approached. "But might I steal Delilah for a dance?" The conversation with her father had been an emotional, yet sobering interaction. Though she might have looked it, Delilah was most definitely not alright. She had, in essence, been told not to come home until she was willing to--what? Betray her brother? What did 'act like a Selwyn' even mean? Of course, she couldn't ask her father what he meant, he hadn't given her the chance before leaving, and even if he had, she was fairly certain she wouldn't have liked whatever response he gave her. Even if it didn't feel that way, perhaps it was better this way, at least for now. Delilah had spent a good ten minutes after he left crying in the ladies' room before fixing her make up and trying to hide the evidence of it; every time someone came in, she had to duck her head or pretend to dig through her bag for something, never more thankful in her life that she was as isolated as she was--it was a lot harder to hide from people who actually cared about you, which was exactly the reason she stayed until she was certain that her brother wouldn't immediately pick up on what had happened from a single glance. It would be a fantasy to think she could avoid telling him the entire night, but she could hope for a second or third glance before he knew something was amiss. Finally back at the table with her step-mother, who was yet again complaining about something or everything, Delilah had already developed a headache by the time Leo came over and gave her an escape. "Oh thank Merlin," she muttered under her breath as she tipped back the rest of her champagne glass and stuck her hand in his. Honestly, she didn't actually care of Corette was fine with her leaving her or not (though she probably was), she just needed to get away from her. Away from everyone really, but if away from just that woman was the best she could do for the moment, that was fine. |