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dennis creevey is moving forward ([info]artfuldennis) wrote in [info]flippedrpg,
@ 2012-09-09 12:48:00

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Entry tags:ch: bdh: dennis creevey, ch: bdh: madeline max, p: emmy, p: lisa

Who: Dennis and Mariebdh
What: MOAR DANCING. Actually, with them, it's more figuring out what is going on.
When: YULE BALL!
Where: YULE BALL!
Warnings/Status: IDK, likely/Incomplete


Dennis was only a tad nervous. He had never actually learned to dance in his childhood and it was not something that he needed to know for his 'profession' in the Ministry. It had never been important or even relevant. The dance lessons held by Zeta and Epsilon were quite possibily the first he had ever attended. Still, he had seen more than enough movies to have a grasp on the basics. Or so he thought. He had just lead Marie to the dance floor and he was trying to hold back how nervous he actually was.

He had a lot to make up for. He had thoroughly fucked up with her in the recent weeks and it just wouldn't do. Marie was simply one of the only people he had to count on and he wasn't about to burn the few bridges he had. Still, the feelings were new, and confusing, and he didn't know what to think of them. For fifteen years she ahd solely been his sister. Perhaps he had chosen that relationship identifier to prevent ever messing it up because he had needed her so much. He wasn't sure but the term no longer could apply. She wasn't his sister. He wasn't sure what she was to him now, other then his dearest Marie.

Closing his hand around hers, as his other hand slid onto her hip, he leaned in close, allowing his forehead to rest against hers as he began to sway timidly to the slow beat.



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[info]marienoir
2012-09-09 06:00 pm UTC (link)
He was the only person she did not want to regret sleeping with, however, with what transpired next, had hurt more than she anticipated. In her time, they had only been together for a few years and even then, she used the term brother to keep it healthy. She couldn't afford to risk her heart with her profession. If she stopped prostituting herself, they would have no where to live, nothing to eat, nothing. Survival mattered most than whatever it was she could have had then.

Yet here, at the compound, things could be different. A second chance. It was hard to let go of old habits, to not try for anyone's business. She was simply Marie and with each passing day, Valentine was slowly disappearing. She only had one or two people here other than Dennis to call friend and it was a start to something new. Marie didn't want to go back to who she was, but where she was currently was different and down right terrifying.

If she was being honest, Marie was somewhat reluctant in attending the ball. There was too much planning involved. What to wear, how to look, the dancing, the conversations. Her plan was to stay by Dennis' side and hopefully not pay attention to much of anything but to what was happening. She smiled a bit as Dennis rested his forehead against hers. Marie rested her hand upon his shoulder, drawing herself a little closer to him. "Thank you for taking me."

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[info]artfuldennis
2012-09-09 06:36 pm UTC (link)
"I wouldn't have considered taking anyone else," he whispered, for this was a very true statement. He had intentions to dance with Andromeda and Arayna, the only other two in the compound that he would consider companions, but Marie was the only one he would have ever considered going with to this event.

He shut his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the closeness of her in his arms, before he finally pulled his head away and glanced down into her eyes.

"You look lovely," he then offered up. His tone was completely honest.

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[info]marienoir
2012-09-09 07:50 pm UTC (link)
"Bollocks. There are plenty of beautiful women here who wouldn't mind going with you." He was a different sort of person who wasn't easy to get along with or understand at times, but he was a gentleman and knew how to treat a lady. Not many, in Marie's experience, knew how to treat a woman right.

Marie then blushed and looked down for a moment. "Thank you. You look..." Glancing upwards, Marie caught his eyes and couldn't help but to flash a brilliant smile. "You've always looked handsome but even more so with age. And I mean that in a good way."

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[info]artfuldennis
2012-09-10 06:03 pm UTC (link)
"When have I ever cared about beautiful women?" He whispered. He was a bit uneasy in the swarm of people. All were terribly close and he wanted his conversations to be private. "They might not have minded going with me, but I would have minded going with them," he chose to clarify, pulling back enough so he could look into her eyes.

He returned the smile. "I look old. You can say it," he teased.

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[info]marienoir
2012-09-10 08:58 pm UTC (link)
"Well you care about me..." Marie smiled playfully and followed through with each step as she leaned in to hear his whispers. It was true. They normally had these conversations in private and to be surrounded by so many made them both a little uncomfortable. Marie did enjoy having him close once more and that meant speaking in whispers, she didn't mind.

Her hand that rested upon his should moved of to touch his face. "No. Not old. Just more handsome than I remembered."

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