Brandie Bale (brandie_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-09-05 19:45:00 |
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First Date, First Dance
Who: Brandie and Julian
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday Night, Sept. 4th
For someone with enough dark magic flowing through his veins to cause massive amounts of chaos and destruction, young Julian Lasher felt oddly awkward, weak, and vulnerable. While almost 17, he'd never actually been on a date before, and while the girl giving him that 'first date' honor was only 14, he found her to be the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. So as he sat at a table with young Brandie Bale, clad in a black and gray suit (minus the tie), he hoped he wasn't coming off as strange by being unable to take his eyes off of her. "I can't believe your mom was ok with me taking you out... I'm very glad though."
"I think she finds it weirdly adorable or something," Brandie said, making a slight face. "My mom is kind of weird, actually." Her father would not find this adorable, probably, but he was Ben Bale, and had become amazingly protective over this young girl that was Brandie Bale. "Still, I'm happy to be out with you."
He reached over, placing a hand on hers, and squeezing it lightly.... before just leaving it there, a sweetly awkward attempt at holding her hand. "So..." yes, he sucked at small-talk. "Do you play any music at all? I know a lot of time, that stuff runs in the family..."
"Actually, I am learning to play the guitar," she said to him. She was also a fairly good singer, although her style of singing was nothing like her mother's. She just didn't have that metal scream like Skylar did.
"...I probably shouldn't find that so hot." He admitted with a laugh, blushing as he looked away, giving her hand a little squeeze.
She blushed. "Well, I can't exactly OBJECT to you finding something attractive," she said with a slight giggle.
He brought her hand to his lips, sweetly just dying to find SOME way of giving her a kiss, even in that innocent of a way. "Well, good. Because I'm... ok, I admit: I'm seriously, RIDICULOUSLY attracted to you. Like... in a 'I-lay-in-bed-at-night-thinking-about-yo
She blushed a tiny bit more when he admitted that he basically thought of her while laying in bed. "Wow...I'm attracted to you, though." She wasn't going to admit just HOW much, though.
He paused, trying to truly put into words what he was thinking. "I just don't want to sound like some.. some psycho or something. I just can't get you out of my head. I close my eyes, and I see that smile. The sparkle in your eyes. And it makes me feel... I dunno... for the first time in my life, I feel... hope."
"I think it sounds really romantic," Brandie said to him with a smile. If she really gave him any sort of hope about his life, well, that just was totally great, right? It certainly made her feel important.
"I hate sounding this... selfish... but if it means having you a part of my life..." He looked away, feeling like shit for saying this but being honest as always, "I'm glad you ended up being sent here."
She simply shrugged at that. "It was either be sent here or die, you know?" She would much rather be here, thank you. "Stuff happened that wasn't even my fault." Although it was kind of her brother's, and his friends. Or something. She wasn't sure.
"It occurred to me... that I have no idea what you like to do for fun." Comically enough, he asked because HE really had nothing he liked to do for fun. He read, he practiced magic... but hobby-wise? Nothing.
"Play softball in the right season, read, learning music...just random stuff, really," Brandie told him. "Why? What do you do for fun?" She had to admit, she really couldn't picture him going to movies and watching comedies.
"I'm kind of... boring, really. I mostly practice my magic. I like to read novels sometime..." Oh god, he was making himself sound SO dull... "When I can, sometimes I like to go to a concert or two..."
"Ooh! Concerts?" That was a little unexpected. "Who do you like?" Strangely, she actually could picture him listening to someone like her mother's band, or basically just about anyone on her father's record label except for Haylee James.
"Since we moved here a few months ago I've really gotten into, well..." He hoped it didn't seem awkward, "Your mother's band, really. I also really like Eternal Embrace..."
She smiled. "They actually come up with really good music, so it's not THAT weird," she told him. "Just...stay away from the lead guitarist please. She has a penchant for warlocks and I wouldn't appreciate anything happening." What? The girl might be dating her brother, but Mere had a thing for emo-like warlocks. Everyone KNEW it.
"She... she does?" Ok, so he blushed there. Meredith was HOT, ok? Actually... Christ. Every girl IN that band was hot. Including Skylar. Shush. "No fears there, though. Honestly? At the risk of freaking you out..." he looked deeply into her eyes, his tone and expression showing plainly that he meant every word, "There's really only one girl I have eyes for right now."
She grinned. "No freaking out here," she admitted to him. She was just happy to not have to compete with her brother's hot girlfriend over a guy. "And, if my memory of her serves me right, yeah, she does." Hopefully she DIDN'T break her brother's heart.
"Will you dance with me?" He asked meekly, standing and offering his hand to her as a slower song began to play.
She smiled at him and, with a nod, accepted his hand and stood up. Her first dance with a boy. So exciting!
He led her to the dance floor, softly pulling her to him, feeling more than a little nervous as he set one palm upon her hip, the other eagerly taking her own hand.
She bit her lip a little as she gave him on of her hands to hold, while placing the other hand on his shoulder, assuming that was the right place for her to put it. Her heart was racing right now, just trying to make sure that she didn't step on his foot or anything.
Funnily enough, even if she DID, he wouldn't care. His own heart was doing bouncing in his chest like a damn pinball right now, as he tried not to focus on all the things going through his head. His fathers words: "You were born to bring suffering to others... you were created to bring pain. Never allow others to love you..." were breaking his heart right now, as all he wanted was to devote himself to this young, but wise, vibrant, and beautiful girl he held in his arms.
She actually wasn't sure if she should start to make conversation or something right now. People in movies seemed to talk all the time while dancing, but movies were kind of stupid. Finally, instead of talking, she just put her head on his shoulders and enjoyed the feeling of dancing with him at the moment.
As the song was coming to an end... he closed his eyes, taking a DEEP breath as he found the courage to say the words he'd been thinking since he first held her. "Brandie... would you mind... if I kissed you?"
She shook her head. "Actually, I think I'd really like it," she said to him as she continued to gaze up at him with a slight smile on her face.
He reached down, gently cupping her chin, as if she were made of some fragile material, and sweetly tilted his head down, lightly brushing his lips against hers.
She pressed her lips against his, holding back the smallest of squeaks when his lips actually hit hers. Her first kiss. Could it be any more adorable? Only if they were surrounded by kitties, and it would have to be a lot.
As badly as he wanted to... he didn't deepen the kiss at all, not wanting to rush her into anything. He was happy to just leave his lips on hers for a few seconds, holding her just a little tighter.
Finally, because she hadn't thought to do anything like breathe during the kiss, she finally had to pull away so that she could suck some oxygen into her lungs. "Wow..." she said, sounding breathless.
"Your lips are as sweet as your personality..." He said with a little blushy grin, sweetly running a hand through his hair out of nerves.
She blushed as well. "Thanks," she said. She paused as the song also ended. "Wanna go sit down again?" she asked him, hoping that didn't sound ridiculous or anything like that.
"I think right now I would do anything you asked." He admitted as his blush threatened to overtake his entire face. "So... sitting. Yes."
Still holding one of his hands, she walked back over to the table that they had been sitting at before, sitting back down in her seat and looking over at Julian, smiling.
He placed his hand on the table, palm-up, grinning to her. So he wanted to hold hands. Shut up. He was 17, but dammit... he was like a little kid here. He'd seen a lot of evil and a lot of horrid things... but he'd never had a date before.
She reached over and took his hand. "So, guess I'm not being presumptuous in hoping that there's going to be a second date after this?" she asked him. She certainly hoped that she wasn't. The night was going SO well, after all.
"If I'm lucky enough, I'm already hoping for a third and fourth." He admitted with a laugh, his voice lighter than she'd heard it yet.
She did notice, and it made her quite happy, actually. She wasn't pulled to him because he was dark or whatever. She was pulled to him for the person that he was past all of that. The person who was peaking out a little bit now. "Maybe even a fifth and sixth."
"Shall we start planning the honeymoon now?" He teased, eyes sparkling a little. "Maybe where the children will be attending college?"
She giggled. "I'm kind of partial to LSU, myself," she said, joining in on the joke a little. "My grandparents met there, actually." Her maternal grandparents, obviously.
"Damn. I was considering Harvard. Now we might have to have a messy divorce, divvy up the earning and the houses between us..." He teased, feeling light and carefree as he'd ever felt.
Finally she just started laughing. She couldn't hold it in, anymore. "Hopefully no one would divorce over something like that," she finally said, taking a sip of her coke in an effort to try and catch her breath again.
"I've been having SO much fun with you, you know that?" He squeezed her hand, holding it like it was his lifeline.
"Well good! Dates are supposed to be fun," she told him. "Of course, I've really only got movies and TV shows to go on for that assessment, but this one has been living up to that idea very well so far."
"Hey, I don't have much more to go on, you know!" He laughed. "Between trying to keep away from people in general, and not exactly being a girl magnet... yeah. I've been on a little dry spell. For the last 17 years."
"I don't have much, either," Brandie told him. "And girls are totally missing out on not being magnate-ed to you, but that just means that I actually get to date you and not have to fight all those crazy girls off with sticks." Or werewolf powers. Whatever.
"...you'd actually fight to be with me?" He asked, blinking a little there, feeling more than a little humbled by that thought.
She nodded. "Of course I would. I know just what a sweet guy you are. Why wouldn't I want to fight for someone like that?" The idea just baffled her a little.
"I guess the idea of someone finding me that... wonderful kind of boggles my mind." He admitted, before realizing something. "So... if I'm that great... does that mean I've got a decent shot at getting a second kiss?"
She giggled. "I think I can be amendable to that," she said to him. "Of course, you might want to save it until the end of the night," she teased, "or I'm going to get addicted and try and drag you off into a dark corner or something." Of course she was teasing, though.
"Yeah. Because that would be just horrible. God, I don't know how I'd deal with that..." He deadpanned, trying not to laugh.
She giggled again. "OK, so maybe not a terrible thing," she admitted after pretending to think about it again for a second.
"GOD, so not a terrible thing..." He muttered, as clearly the visual of that kind of... invaded his brain now.
She laughed a little. "Well, either way, I wouldn't like, fight you off with my werewolf strength or anything if you tried to kiss me again."
He just leaned over the table then, softly kissing her again, trying to fight off the rather... ungentlemanly thoughts he was having.
She kissed him back, leaning forward so that she could meet him half way. She was starting to have some unlady-like thoughts of her own, but she KNEW that she wouldn't act on them.
"You're seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen, Brandie..." He said, a little breathless, as he finally made himself pull away. "I'm so afraid of... of hurting you somehow."
She actually pouted at him when he said that. "I wish that you would quit worrying so much about that," she said to him. "I can more than take care of myself, you know?" She felt like she could, anyway.
"I'm scared, Brandie. Not of just hurting you PHYSICALLY." He broke down a little, finally really admitting his other fear to her. "I don't want you to get attached to me... and then have something have to happen to me."
She sighed, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I would do everything that I could to keep you from being hurt or taken away," she said, looking him in the eye. "If it still happened, then I'd be grateful for the time that we did get to spend together. I think that I'm better off having met you."
"But what if... *I* have to be the one to make something happen?" He asked, gulping a little there.
"I'm...I'm not quite sure what you mean by that," she admitted after thinking about it for a moment. She wasn't sure what he meant by that.
"If... if my 'destiny' ever starts to happen... I swear I'll kill myself before I allow that... that THING to take control of me. Use me to hurt innocent people." He said bluntly, not wanting to sugar coat it.
She nodded, having figured it was something like that but wanted to be sure. "Hopefully we can find a way to avert it if that times comes before something like that has to come to pass," she said to him.
"I was right, you know." He said then, reaching over to gently brush her cheek with his fingertips. "You really ARE a brave, brave young woman, Brandie."
She smiled at him. "Well, I do try," she said simply to him.