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Wesley Wyndham-Pryce (AU) [Angel The Series] (paythepryce) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-06-12 22:23:00

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cimorene, wesley wyndham-pryce (au)

Who: Wes and Cimorene
What: A Ball
Where: His place, then port keying to the ball
Warnings: Cuteness? Will update, if there's more.

Wes had dressed in his tux, though it was awkward and uncomfortable. He wanted to look his best for Cimorene. especially if he was going to meet her family. He felt apprehensive about that, but he would suffer through it, for her. He was thankful she wouldn't have to suffer through meeting his parents, as far as he knew, they weren't in this universe. He was qiute all right with that. He missed his mother, but he could do without seeing her if it meant he never had to see his father, either.

He had classical music playing low on the stereo, for background noise. He caught himself humming along with it, as he waited for Cimorene.

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justnotdone
2009-06-12 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Cimorene was normally very punctual. Digital clocks made it very easy to make sure you were on time. Tonight, though, there had been unexpected delays. First, she'd found herself having to check her ensemble in the mirror far more times than usual. And in her nervousness, she'd had to run back to the room to make sure she had all of the ingredients necessary. She was about ten minutes behind by the time she finally reached Wesley's home.

She knocked twice as a courtesy before letting herself in. She was dressed in an emerald green gown far lovelier than any of the everyday gowns she had worn when she visited him. She wasn't any more comfortable in her finery than Wesley was in his, really, but she was good at disguising it. Her hair was pinned up in curls and she was wearing makeup.

Her heart fluttered in her chest when she saw Wesley. She was momentarily speechless. She dipped into a mostly proper curtsy. "Wesley.." she breathed.

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	paythepryce 2009-06-13 11:24 am UTC (link)
	"Cimorene," he responded with a little smile of his own. Damn, but she was beautiful, and the dress she wore really brought out the color of her eyes and her skin and everything. She looked radiant. "You look...positively glowing," he breathed out. He shifted a little, his arousal making itself known in a most inappropriate fashion. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

justnotdone
2009-06-13 11:38 am UTC (link)

She blushed. She probably was glowing, from the rush she'd been in to get here if nothing else. "Thank you." She felt as nervous and giddy as she had before they'd started courting. They hadn't really been together long enough to be completely comfortable with eachother, but now it seemed like they'd returned to the start. Or maybe it was just the nervousness of attending the ball.

The sound of the big dog's tail thumping against the coffee table as it wagged drew Cimorene's attention and she broke eye contact with Wesley. "Hello," she greeted the lab, scritching her behind the ears. "No, this isn't for you," she said, pulling the bag of spell ingredients away from the curious nose.

"I brought everything," she said, raising her gaze to look at Wesley. She wished she'd had a chance to try the spell beforehand so that there wouldn't be any surprises, but some of the ingredients were rare and needed preparation time. She wouldn't have time to prepare more if she'd used the first batch in a practice run.

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paythepryce
2009-06-13 03:17 pm UTC (link)

Wes nodded. He glanced at the dog, and smiled. He felt awkward, like when he'd first met Cimorene. He felt foolish then, he was far too old to act and feel like a school boy, and yet there it was.

He pulled in a breath. "All right. Let's...give it a go." He was a researcher. He knew there was as good a chance the spell would work, as not.he was prepared for either outcome, though he was hoping for success. It wasn't so much that he wanted to walk, as to see her succeed. That was more important to him, in the end.

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	justnotdone 2009-06-13 04:23 pm UTC (link)
	Cimorene pulled a small clay jar out of her bag of a salve she'd mixed just before she left her room. "We need to.. um.." She looked at the jar and blushed brightly. "This needs to be rubbed onto your legs." This had been a lot less awkward when she was performing the spell on the dog. "Do you want to, or, um.." She wasn't sure which approach would be easier. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	paythepryce 2009-06-13 04:37 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh. I." Wes made a face. He felt doubly foolish now, as he shouldn't have been dressed for the ball, already. "I suppose. I should...do it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

justnotdone
2009-06-13 05:06 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sorry, I should've told you beforehand." She'd been too distracted with everything. "Um. If it isn't too much trouble. I can help if it would be easier." He wasn't helpless, and she didn't coddle him like a mother hen. He'd made it quite well on his own before she came along, and he didn't need her offering him sponge baths and such things. She did feel bad for making him go through all this extra trouble, though.

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	paythepryce 2009-06-13 05:18 pm UTC (link)
	"If you wish." Wes smiled a little. Okay. Awkward. But, he could do this. He shifted, leaning back to unfasten his slacks. He shimmied his hips, working the coarse tuxedo material off his legs. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

justnotdone
2009-06-13 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Cimorene turned around, her back to him. She pulled other items and jars out of her bag, readying the other ingredients. There was no reason for her to be so uncomfortable. It was a spell. It was necessary. It wasn't as though they were doing it for any sexual reason.

She opened the clay jar and turned back to face Wesley. She gathered her skirts some to kneel down. Maybe she shouldn't have dressed beforehand. She started applying the balm to his calves first, rubbing it in to his muscles. She wasn't even really sure how much feeling he had in his legs. "This part is mostly for the muscles," she explained. She wasn't sure how well it would work.. Her test subject, Lyta, didn't have any atrophy, but the herbs she'd used were supposed to help. She rubbed the remainder of the mixture into his thighs, trying to put any inappropriate thoughts out of her head. She needed to focus on the spell.

"So mote it be," she whispered. The spells and preparation she had made earlier on the salve seemed to take effect, and the sticky substance on his legs instantly seemed to be absorbed into his skin, leaving the legs clean and dry. She couldn't see any outward signs of change yet, but this was only the first step. She turned back to her jars. "You can get dressed again, if you want. That's all we needed to do with your legs." At least, the rest of it could be done with pants on.

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paythepryce
2009-06-13 09:09 pm UTC (link)

Wes kept himself as still as possible, trying to not react. He couldn't feel her hands on his legs, per se, but he knew what she was doing and that created an odd sensation for him.

He breathed out when she'd finished, and went about getting his legs back into his slacks. It was an awkward, uncomfortable process, but he was used to it and managed it without much fanfare.

All the while, he was hoping above hope, that this would work.

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justnotdone
2009-06-13 11:42 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't a very long spell. Most of the time that went into it had been in preparation. She lit a candle and poured some dried herbs over it, causing a cloud of sweet smelling blue smoke to puff up. Another handful of herbs was blown onto Wesley as Cimorene said the spell she prayed would work.

"Power of water, wind and earth,
Give these weary legs rebirth,
Raise the fire to stop the harm,
By the power of this charm."

The candle blazed high and bright for a moment, then blew out. Cimorene was holding her breath.

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paythepryce
2009-06-14 01:16 pm UTC (link)

Wesley sat patiently, while Cimorene worked the spell. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but he knew to expect pretty much anything. There was tingling in his legs, a sensation he hadn't felt before. He rubbed at his thighs,a nd felt his fingers, the weight of his palm, on his legs.

By no means did it mean he could stand and hold his weight, but it was something. It was working, on some level, at least. He smiled a wide, bright smile. It was working, he could feel it. he knew it.

There were not words, to be said, just then. There was only the act of standing, which he would do, slow, and steady. Cautious. Even if he could stand, he hadn't pout weight on his legs for a very long time, and he expected weakness, in any case.

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justnotdone
2009-06-14 01:44 pm UTC (link)

When Wesley smiled, Cimorene felt the breath she'd been holding rush out and her lungs started to work again. It must be working. When he started to stand, she followed suit, ready to reach out and support him, if she was needed. The salve was meant to help the muscle weakness, but after years of being in a chair, she imagined the initial shock would be enough to throw off someone's balance.

She didn't know what to say. Her eyes were bright and focused on his face, looking for any signs of distress or pain.

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paythepryce
2009-06-14 05:00 pm UTC (link)

He stood, precarious, as someone on roller skates for the first time. he kept his arms out for balance, slowly lowering them as he became more comfortable.

"I..." he looked at Cimorene. "I don't know how to thank you." Even if it didn't last, he was on his feet. he was standing. He thought maybe he could even take a step, though his legs were unaccustomed to the effort of walking.

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	justnotdone 2009-06-14 05:27 pm UTC (link)
	She smiled brightly. "Oh, Wesley!" She was just so glad it had worked, she didn't even know what to say. She wrapped her arms around his chest leaning in to kiss him. "You look wonderful," she gushed. "You know, I don't even mind being 'proper' for an evening if it's with you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	paythepryce 2009-06-14 05:56 pm UTC (link)
	"You did this, Cim. All the credit goes to you." He fingered her hair, standing several inches above her, he looked down at her and smiled. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	justnotdone 2009-06-14 06:24 pm UTC (link)
	She smiled up at him. "You're tall." She was, too; taller than a princess was supposed to be. It was good that he was tall, too, so she wouldn't tower over him. She was tempted to just stay here in his embrace, but arriving on time was an important part of getting Wesley on the King and Queen's good side. "Are you ready?" she asked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	paythepryce 2009-06-14 07:07 pm UTC (link)
	"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," Wes answered, putting an arm out for her. Taking a step, he felt a little wobbly, but he managed to stay upright. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	justnotdone 2009-06-14 08:23 pm UTC (link)
	She took his arm, offering some balance. Since the apartment was handicap accessible, they didn't have to worry about navigating steps just yet. The portkey wasn't far, so before she knew it, they were at her parents' castle. She felt like she was floating. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	paythepryce 2009-06-14 08:36 pm UTC (link)
	The port key left him a bit off balance, but all in all, he handled himself well. He smoothed a hand down the front of his jacket. He was still adjusting to the height of standing, and the balance of walking. "This...is where your parents live?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

justnotdone
2009-06-14 10:02 pm UTC (link)

Cimorene nodded. "I try to avoid it most of the time," she said, her voice low as they approached the entrance. They were early, but a few other guests were already arriving.

She was careful to take the steps slowly and let Wesley lean on her if he needed to. The ballroom was decorated to the hilt, with servers carrying around all sorts of colorful trays. When Cimorene and Wesley reached the entrance, a servant announced them and trumpeters blew a fanfare reserved for members of the royal family.

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	paythepryce 2009-06-14 10:48 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh my," was all Wes could think to say. it was all a bit over whelming,a nd he felt the scene before them sort of like a blur. he was focused on his steps, and the beautiful woman beside him. The rest was second, to those things. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

justnotdone
2009-06-15 06:16 am UTC (link)

The surprised look on the King and Queen's faces made it clear that Cimorene hadn't warned them ahead of time that she would be bringing a guest. Luckily, this left them too stunned to barrage him with questions, at least for now. Cimorene kept Wesley close all night, both for protection and to keep watch over the spell.

"Would you like to dance?" She asked softly in his ear. He seemed to be a little more balanced, now.

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	paythepryce 2009-06-15 07:03 pm UTC (link)
	"I would love to dance," Wesley replied, looking a little bit smug. he led her to the dance floor. "Go easy on me, it's been a while." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	justnotdone 2009-06-15 07:29 pm UTC (link)
	Cimorene smiled, feeling as though she actually belonged here, on Wesley's arm. "We'll start slow." The music was provided by a string quartet, and a slow waltz played. She placed a hand on his shoulder and one in his, waiting for his lead. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)