Amelia Sterling / Rose Red (holdontothepast) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-08-09 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, amelia sterling, elias bishop |
WHO: Elias Bishop and Amelia Sterling
WHAT: Amelia's hiding from her prince. Elias is amused.
WHEN: The Ball!
WHERE: The Ballroom
WARNING/RATING: Nothing really. Bitching.
Amelia had been enjoying herself at the ball. She came after pre-gaming in the limo, with her crew, looking hot, feeling hot, and got a pretty decent martini. And then she was reminded of why sometimes going to these public events was a pain in the ass. Enter Miguel, the plague of her existence, and she only lasted a short time before fleeing from him. She didn't need to register for people to know who she was; she was fairly vocal, but he publicly complained about her being his princess and refusing to date him. So there was that. She knew it was likely he'd eventually try to follow her, so she ducked and weaved around people and spotted Elias. Good. Amelia moved right at him, and then grabbed him by the arm, moving him to stand in front of her. It was difficult not to spot her in her bright red dress, so she needed someone to block view. For now. "I haven't had enough to drink to deal with Miguel tonight." Elias had only just parted from Sharona when he was grabbed by Amelia, who appeared to be using him as shield. He didn’t need to look back at where she’d come from to know what was going on - or, rather who she was running from. “Have you actually found the perfect formula to deal with him yet? I thought it’d be more likely that you’d die from alcohol poisoning first.” "This is my punishment for deciding to sleep with someone who seemed nice and normal." Amelia liked bitchy and challenging, just like her, but occasionally she tried to date good people so not to be predictable. Plus it was nice for someone not to be an ass 24/7. Yet all it took was one accident to lead to this. She rubbed hands over her face, careful not to smear her makeup. "I'm going to murder him one day, how would that look for the sanctity of Tales? Rose Red, murdering her prince, would anyone blame me?" “I certainly wouldn’t,” Elias admitted. “In fact, I might even pay admission for such an event.” A smile spread onto his face as thought of all the possibilities. “You might not be able to physically hurt him with all these bleeding hearts around us. But, surely, the public would love a good verbal lashing, maybe we build from there. Create a whole business out of Red Rose humiliating her poor little Prince.” "It wouldn't be poison or anything either. It'd bludgeon him with something heavy." Amelia's feelings about Miguel were probably the most chaotic thing about her, and that was saying a great deal. This was one of those times when she absolutely believed that her Tale made an impact in her life, and in this case, Rose Red was screwing her up. "You'd think that would be worth it, but you don't know him. The meaner I am to him, the more he is determined to make me love him. And he's like a puppy. A puppy you want to drown in a sack." She was frazzled, something she hated, and scowled. "I blame Gavin and Finley for this shit sometimes. If they didn't have the oh we're so perfect just like our Tales relationship, my family wouldn't looked pointedly at me about it." Elias laughed at that imagery. “I still maintain that I’d pay admission.” Although he didn’t know where the sugary sweet couple in question was, he looked around to see if he could spot them anyway. “You should give them a verbal lashing about it too. Scream at everyone.” "You should pay admission. If you think my cattiness is amusing, just wait until you see me actually get pissed at someone." Amelia's general meanness to people didn't always come from a place of spite. Boredom, maybe, indifference or apathy toward their pain, but anger and hate were specified to special people. "I used to. During big social events." She grinned. "Drank hard, had all my tattoos on display, whatever it took to get uninvited. Ah, good times." She didn't fit in with her family in the least, and it only occasionally annoyed her. "You know a bit about not being what your family wants, right?" “Oh, no, I get the friend discount,” Elias disagreed with a smile. “I preferred to disappear instead of trying to point out exactly how different I was from the rest of them. The Ugly Duckling storyline was never appealing to me.” Finally, he put down his drink, then took her by hand. “Come along, we’ll dance and get him to mope about why you won’t do the same with him.” "I'd never expect you to do the disappearing act," Amelia teased. But he was from a family of witches, and she was from a family of Traditionalists. Her running around the world was paid for, her shiny apartment was paid for, everything she owned was from the world that she scorned. So she made it pay. "You've always been a beautiful swan, baby." She smiled, her panic forgotten, because Elias knew just the type of mocking that made her happy. "I do like breaking his heart." She twirled under his arm, her lips curling into a wider grin. Rose Red was unimpressed by the cruelty toward her prince, but this wasn't her life. "Thanks, Elias." |