Dominic/Adelaide
Part of her wished to step outside with Dominic, to spend some time just the two of them. It was then that she always felt the most comfortable with him, strangely enough. At the same time, she knew it was more proper for them to remain in the building where all eyes could observe them. She was afraid of what she might say or even do if they were by themselves. The past couple days found herself battling this internal struggle that was becoming more and more difficult to push down.
Dominic had to resist the urge to just snap at her, to throw out ugly words. The image he projected was startlingly calm, lips are straight, firm line opposed to the internal struggle he was facing, the very idea of staying in her company was painful, and yet...
As a gentlemen, as Pureblood and the son of the Avery family, he had to stay rooted to the spot.
As often as he tried to upset his parents, he knew their anger would be nothing like he had previously faced if he were to do wrong in the eyes of so many of their equals. He would never live it down, and he did not feel up to facing the scorn.
Instead, he gave a simple shrug, reaching out to draw a chair out for the Witch. “Alecto has other matters to attend to. We have spent more than an adequate amount of time together this evening.”
Dominic pulled out an opposing chair and dropped down into it. While if he were to be compared to the other young Wizards in the room, Dominic would appear strangely casual, and yet the mark of the occasion showed in the way his usually messed dark hair was smoothed back, his posture rigid.
Taking a sip of the glass, he gave her a long stare, dark eyes smoldering with all of his suppressed anger, annoyance and jealousy. Because that was what he was feeling, what he had been since he had first spotted Adelaide earlier into the ball, with that proof for a date.
“How about yours’?” He questioned, voice surprisingly calm. “I expected you to keep a firmer leash on young Rabastan.”
She smiled when he admitted knowing who she was. She leaned back in her seat, taking in his appearance. He didn’t seem to open up any more with her identity known, something that seemed to throw her off. He was always so open and joking with her, but now he was giving her the cold shoulder. Her gaze narrowed, wondering why he would care about Rabastan. She had told him about Rodolphus, hadn’t she? She couldn’t quite remember at the moment, but it didn’t matter really. It was her business, why should he always be in the know of it?
“I could care less about Rabastan,” she said. “I accomplished what I needed to for tonight so I wish to enjoy the rest of my evening without having him stammer about how lovely I look this evening.” She rolled her eyes. She had hoped she could rub some confidence off on the boy, but he seemed to grow more and more nervous with her as the time went on.
“You seem to be in a rather foul mood,” she said rather bluntly. “To have a beautiful girl like Alecto on your arm, I would think you would be dancing and drinking the night away. Tell me Dominic, what has you so upset this evening?” She leaned towards him across the table, her eyes studying his. She had never seen him in such a serious mood that she was almost a little worried.
What did that mean...?
Dominic eyes narrowed, brows drawing down in a scowl behind the mask. He knew about what she and Rodolphus had discussed, and yet he had paid that no mind when he had first noticed them together at the Ball.