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Thanks! and no that's okay. You always post once a day, so I figured you were just busy. As anxious as I am for a reply, I know mine took forever because it was just so LONG, and I needed to do some reading for it lol Good to know I shouldn't wait around for one today, though, so Im not constantly checking tho haha
Vera wasn't sure what to do. She was always one to make decisions quickly and take action, so when it came to someone that didn't want to talk, all she knew was to sit with them until that changed. Kiara said no to every question so Vera just nodded, looking forward and leaning back in the seat, waiting.
“He m-marked… me.”
Vera growled, looking toward the forest in the distance that she assumed this loner wolf was in...somewhere. "Well, can't say I don't know how that surprise feels," she laughed, stretching back the collar of her long sleeve shirt to show the mark Jaii had given her. Though she had to admit, the wolf inside her was itching to mark him right back next time they had a moment alone...
"Kiara, I'm so sorry...but hey, if he's not the one then maybe Rhea can do something about it?" she asked, unsure herself. She'd never heard of anyone forcing a mark, though she assumed that's exactly what Rick had planned on doing. "Come here." Vera stood, slowly moving to wrap her arms around the slightly younger woman in a comforting hug. "I'm so sorry, I can't imagine how- how violated you must feel! Well, when you find your real mate, he can cover it up for good, right?" she offered, though she knew it wouldn't do much good." She sighed, the boards creaking beneath her as she took a step back. "If I see him again I swear I'll run him off this land, else I'll break his neck," she hissed, again looking toward the woods. "At any rate, staying on the property as much as possible would probably be best right now. Maybe we can go shopping together later, I know you probably need some stuff now..."
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"Huh. Can't say I've ever been there," Jasper commented, shrugging a couple bags over his shoulder before tossing a small one at Kennedy. "Here, you can carry that for me," he grinned, walking past her and down the dusty hallway. He ducked into each room until he found one in the corner. "Have you been out back?" he asked, setting his things on the desk and chair, nodding toward the window. It overlooked a lake with a dock on both ends, a flock of geese just settling in the grass by one. "This place could be gorgeous, really, if somebody cared to fix it up." He paused, his thoughts going back to the kitchen below. "Crap. You guys are going to eat all my food, aren't you?" he laughed, moving to the window. "You guys are all the negatives of having a pack without a single positive. Thank you so much," Jasper added, looking at her with that same smile, a hand on his hip.
“He m-marked… me.”
Vera growled, looking toward the forest in the distance that she assumed this loner wolf was in...somewhere. "Well, can't say I don't know how that surprise feels," she laughed, stretching back the collar of her long sleeve shirt to show the mark Jaii had given her. Though she had to admit, the wolf inside her was itching to mark him right back next time they had a moment alone...
"Kiara, I'm so sorry...but hey, if he's not the one then maybe Rhea can do something about it?" she asked, unsure herself. She'd never heard of anyone forcing a mark, though she assumed that's exactly what Rick had planned on doing. "Come here." Vera stood, slowly moving to wrap her arms around the slightly younger woman in a comforting hug. "I'm so sorry, I can't imagine how- how violated you must feel! Well, when you find your real mate, he can cover it up for good, right?" she offered, though she knew it wouldn't do much good." She sighed, the boards creaking beneath her as she took a step back. "If I see him again I swear I'll run him off this land, else I'll break his neck," she hissed, again looking toward the woods. "At any rate, staying on the property as much as possible would probably be best right now. Maybe we can go shopping together later, I know you probably need some stuff now..."
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"Huh. Can't say I've ever been there," Jasper commented, shrugging a couple bags over his shoulder before tossing a small one at Kennedy. "Here, you can carry that for me," he grinned, walking past her and down the dusty hallway. He ducked into each room until he found one in the corner. "Have you been out back?" he asked, setting his things on the desk and chair, nodding toward the window. It overlooked a lake with a dock on both ends, a flock of geese just settling in the grass by one. "This place could be gorgeous, really, if somebody cared to fix it up." He paused, his thoughts going back to the kitchen below. "Crap. You guys are going to eat all my food, aren't you?" he laughed, moving to the window. "You guys are all the negatives of having a pack without a single positive. Thank you so much," Jasper added, looking at her with that same smile, a hand on his hip.
Alice grinned at his comment, shaking her head. "Nah, it's fine. Actually makes me feel a little better, more at home," she answered, watching him sit and gesture for her to do the same. Uh, maybe coming to his bedroom wasn't the best plan of action. Oh well...they were here, and he seemed to have good intentions. She slipped her shoes off and sat down on the bed crosslegged, facing him. "Ah...so," she said, clearing her throat. "Guess we have a lot to talk about. I haven't exactly done this before. Told anyone, I mean," she added, biting her bottom lip. "And by the way, I can think of a few people you could tell. Like everyone at school. Nobody would want to be with someone who could read their emotions. Which reminds me...I've been reading yours. I'm sorry," she added quickly, using her hands as she spoke. This was common for her, Alice wasn't one to sit still for very long.
"Usually I wouldn't. But it's more work than it's worth. You're pretty boring, so no worries there," she added with a nervous laugh, shrugging. "Not quite as big of a creep as other guys at school can be," Alice added, joking. "So...when did you find out? You could do- well, that? Can you do anything else?"
"Usually I wouldn't. But it's more work than it's worth. You're pretty boring, so no worries there," she added with a nervous laugh, shrugging. "Not quite as big of a creep as other guys at school can be," Alice added, joking. "So...when did you find out? You could do- well, that? Can you do anything else?"
Vera smirked, leaning down so her face was closer to Jaii’s. “Look at that. You’ve got your own pack going on now.” When Kiara didn’t say much, however, she looked up with a frown. “Do you know her well?” she asked, wondering why someone so shy would follow a pack into such a dangerous situation.
“Hey! Hey, uh…Kiara, right?” she called out, putting a hand on Jaii’s shoulder before walking quickly to catch up with her fellow shifter. “Hey…uh, can we talk?” she asked, smiling. They continued outside, but once on the front porch Vera nodded toward the long bench swing, sitting down and gesturing for her to do so as well. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving. I don’t know what’s going on between you and that guy, but if he’s not your mate then forget him. I know this place doesn’t look like much, but I’m sure as soon as I talk to my dad we can have this property. I’ll play all the right cards and this place will belong to you all. Well, us, as soon as I join,” she said with a small shrug.
“Come on, you’re way too tense…what is it? Can I help? You want to go for a run or something?” she asked, trying to think of what could possibly help her feel more at home…or at least speak, she’d barely spoken a word since they met. Vera swung her feet beneath the seat, unable to sit still for very long. It'd been a busy day, and she wasn't ready to rest yet. “Or we could go find you a room upstairs. What would you like to do?”
“Hey! Hey, uh…Kiara, right?” she called out, putting a hand on Jaii’s shoulder before walking quickly to catch up with her fellow shifter. “Hey…uh, can we talk?” she asked, smiling. They continued outside, but once on the front porch Vera nodded toward the long bench swing, sitting down and gesturing for her to do so as well. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving. I don’t know what’s going on between you and that guy, but if he’s not your mate then forget him. I know this place doesn’t look like much, but I’m sure as soon as I talk to my dad we can have this property. I’ll play all the right cards and this place will belong to you all. Well, us, as soon as I join,” she said with a small shrug.
“Come on, you’re way too tense…what is it? Can I help? You want to go for a run or something?” she asked, trying to think of what could possibly help her feel more at home…or at least speak, she’d barely spoken a word since they met. Vera swung her feet beneath the seat, unable to sit still for very long. It'd been a busy day, and she wasn't ready to rest yet. “Or we could go find you a room upstairs. What would you like to do?”
“I can’t be a part of this. I cannot help like I want to, not until after the wedding,” Claire protested, gripping the reins of her chestnut Arabian horse, Willow.
“Miss Abbot, you can and you will. You signed up to help. Don’t you believe in our cause, in bringing down those that are on the wrong side of-“
“I know, Sir, and I will, but you have to give me time if I’m going to do this properly. All eyes are on me since this damned wedding announcement. I can’t go outside without being asked what type of flowers I’m having or-“ Claire sighed, seeing the look of frustration on her contacts face at being interrupted. Any man with such a pronounced goatee and round face could never demand a ton of respect from her on sight, but since he was her main form of communicating with those in charge, she had no choice but to keep him at least moderately happy. Unfortunately if he was the one arranging a meeting, it usually meant she had done something wrong. It would be a lot easier to carry on a conversation if he would let her know his name. “I just need to get through this. Afterward I’ll be able to get my ears near anyone I want in London without me falling into a situation like last time…”
“How long until the wedding?” he asked, glancing to the side to make sure they were still alone. Anyone could meet by chance at the stables where riding classes were taken, so their hope was it didn’t look too suspicious.
“You mean you haven’t heard?” she replied sarcastically, to which he stared at her with the same cold, annoyed look in his eyes. “A week from today, early in the morning so we can spend all day thanking others for attending,” Claire sighed, her horse getting a bit antsy beneath her. “I swear, let me get through the next week and I’ll continue being just as dedicated as ever.” She would make sure the future family she’d been dreaming of lately wouldn’t have to hear of a war going on, that it would be over before they were even born.
“Fine, Miss Abbot. You’ve been given a lot of responsibility…I trust you’ll not get your cover blown or forget your priorities with this bloody marriage. If you do, there will be consequences,” the arrogant man said before making his horse to trot away. Claire stared after him with an even more somber expression than usual. She’d gotten yet another note to meet at the park only to be lectured. They were angry she hadn’t done her job, and rightly so. Claire patted her horse, directing her home with a deep sigh. First Nicholas hadn’t spoken a word to her since their meeting, and now this? She was going to have to get something big out of the military officials to make up for it.
That last afternoon with Nick had, to say the least, made her feel more comfortable about marrying him. The kiss had been incredible, as was every deliberate touch with those soft, caressing hands of his. She’d rode in the carriage back to her father’s house in a daze, and like a young girl with her first crush had waited for that ‘constant contact’ he’d promised. Yet with each passing day, the butterflies in her stomach turned to a knot of anger, both at him and herself. How could she be such a fool in thinking he meant anything with the gift, the kiss, and most importantly his words. It hurt worse than if he’d just let it be and not try to woo her. Well fool me once, shame on you, but it wouldn’t be happening again. Children would just have to wait for a long, long time, and she hoped the couch in their room was as comfortable as a stack of bricks.
*****
“Ma’am, may I speak freely, if only for a moment?” Claire looked back at her maidservant, the one that was always at her side when getting ready for special events. They were locked up in one of the many rooms within the Palace of Westminster. Everything was more elaborate, well lit, and more decorated than she ever could have imagined in her wildest dreams! Despite being against the entire ordeal Claire had to admit that this was every woman’s fantasy, and all she could do was sit and pout.
The Duke’s daughter nodded, to which Mary responded by quickly speaking her mind…as if faster speech would make it less painful. “I know you do not wish to marry this man. I’m sorry m’lady, but you make it painfully obvious when it’s just me in the room,” she sighed, shaking her head. “But sitting here when they’ve asked for you downstairs multiple times won’t make a bit of difference. Your father will have my head if I don’t get you dressed and down that aisle. Come on, you were so happy after seeing his estate, you said it was beautiful. Focus on that, hm?”
Claire scowled, but stood all the same. “I think next time I’ll just make you hold your tongue,” she snapped back, raising her arms for the bundle of lace, fabric, and flowers to be shuffled over her head and body. The rest was already put into place, including slip that made the dress wider at the bottom and a corset that she had to admit made her look eye-catching to any male. Hmph, she hoped the entire ensemble drove him crazy. Serves him right for teasing like that.
“Apologies, m’lady,” Mary replied, turning Claire around toward the mirror so she could lace up the back. There was more to be done on this one than her usual attire. “My goodness,” the bride whispered, running her hands over her hips. “It looks even better in here than it did at the tailor’s, doesn’t it? And the veil, that next?” The dress was almost completely made of lace and covered in miniature silk flowers at the short sleeves, neckline, and hips. The stomach area held no silk but a beautiful white cloth that dipped down into a V at her hips, just as it did above at her breasts. Her headpiece was simple, the real detail in the flowers, her long train behind her, and the gorgeous lace cloves that had gold bracelets over them. “At least the ring will look nice with these on,” she commented, mainly to herself as she held her left hand up, imagining it on. She had forced someone else to pick it out- Claire didn’t even know who took over that part of the planning. Why would she want to? The woman had thought she and Nick could do that together, had even written note after note to him about it, but then thrown each and every one of them in the trash before asking anyone to take one to him. If he wanted to have any part in this he would have said so. Nicholas Rochford wasn’t a shy man.
A knock at the door brought her out of the past. “Come in,” she called, turning to the large decorated door. She was ready from head to toe, her heels making her a couple inches taller than she was barefoot.
“Are you ready, Miss Abbot?” the man dressed very professionally asked, bowing to her. He must be a servant of the palace, because he wasn’t employed by her father.
“Yes,” she answered, giving the older man a smile. “Lead the way.” Simple as that. If she was lucky, no more words would need to be spoken until the vows. Claire thought it would be a grand day if she could just keep her feet moving, much less answer one more question today besides the dreaded one that would end her life as she knew it.
Westminster Hall was packed with people, all chattering away as a soft violin quartet played near the front of the room. There was an aisle lined with many white and pink flowers of all kinds for the season, a priest from the Church of England at the end, and her future husband should be waiting for her there as well. Claire couldn’t see any of it yet, but she could hear the people and it made her jittery as they came to the entrance.
“Dear Claire…look at you.” It was her father. Duke Abbot was grinning ear to ear, wearing a black suit that actually helped his figure look slimmer. He also wore a hat and the chain of a pocket watch hung down in his front pocket. “You are absolutely stunning. I swear, you look just like your mother. She…would be very proud of you, you know. I haven’t told you that enough.”
The sincere, heartfelt words humbled her and brought tears to Claire’s eyes. “Thank you, father. That means a lot.” She knew how much conversations like this made him uncomfortable. But he’d said it, despite barely making eye contact until he’d finished.
“Yes, well…eh, are you ready? Everyone’s been waiting to see the beautiful bride.” And all eyes of the servants around were on her, just as the eyes of London would be once the doors in front of them opened. Claire swallowed hard, wrapping her arm around his for support. Hopefully it would be over before she knew it, and Nick could go back to ignoring her like he apparently preferred. With one more breath the wooden double doors opened, light from the wide, open room making her blink until her emerald eyes could focus once more. One step at a time, Claire, and for the love of all that is holy do not trip…
“Miss Abbot, you can and you will. You signed up to help. Don’t you believe in our cause, in bringing down those that are on the wrong side of-“
“I know, Sir, and I will, but you have to give me time if I’m going to do this properly. All eyes are on me since this damned wedding announcement. I can’t go outside without being asked what type of flowers I’m having or-“ Claire sighed, seeing the look of frustration on her contacts face at being interrupted. Any man with such a pronounced goatee and round face could never demand a ton of respect from her on sight, but since he was her main form of communicating with those in charge, she had no choice but to keep him at least moderately happy. Unfortunately if he was the one arranging a meeting, it usually meant she had done something wrong. It would be a lot easier to carry on a conversation if he would let her know his name. “I just need to get through this. Afterward I’ll be able to get my ears near anyone I want in London without me falling into a situation like last time…”
“How long until the wedding?” he asked, glancing to the side to make sure they were still alone. Anyone could meet by chance at the stables where riding classes were taken, so their hope was it didn’t look too suspicious.
“You mean you haven’t heard?” she replied sarcastically, to which he stared at her with the same cold, annoyed look in his eyes. “A week from today, early in the morning so we can spend all day thanking others for attending,” Claire sighed, her horse getting a bit antsy beneath her. “I swear, let me get through the next week and I’ll continue being just as dedicated as ever.” She would make sure the future family she’d been dreaming of lately wouldn’t have to hear of a war going on, that it would be over before they were even born.
“Fine, Miss Abbot. You’ve been given a lot of responsibility…I trust you’ll not get your cover blown or forget your priorities with this bloody marriage. If you do, there will be consequences,” the arrogant man said before making his horse to trot away. Claire stared after him with an even more somber expression than usual. She’d gotten yet another note to meet at the park only to be lectured. They were angry she hadn’t done her job, and rightly so. Claire patted her horse, directing her home with a deep sigh. First Nicholas hadn’t spoken a word to her since their meeting, and now this? She was going to have to get something big out of the military officials to make up for it.
That last afternoon with Nick had, to say the least, made her feel more comfortable about marrying him. The kiss had been incredible, as was every deliberate touch with those soft, caressing hands of his. She’d rode in the carriage back to her father’s house in a daze, and like a young girl with her first crush had waited for that ‘constant contact’ he’d promised. Yet with each passing day, the butterflies in her stomach turned to a knot of anger, both at him and herself. How could she be such a fool in thinking he meant anything with the gift, the kiss, and most importantly his words. It hurt worse than if he’d just let it be and not try to woo her. Well fool me once, shame on you, but it wouldn’t be happening again. Children would just have to wait for a long, long time, and she hoped the couch in their room was as comfortable as a stack of bricks.
*****
“Ma’am, may I speak freely, if only for a moment?” Claire looked back at her maidservant, the one that was always at her side when getting ready for special events. They were locked up in one of the many rooms within the Palace of Westminster. Everything was more elaborate, well lit, and more decorated than she ever could have imagined in her wildest dreams! Despite being against the entire ordeal Claire had to admit that this was every woman’s fantasy, and all she could do was sit and pout.
The Duke’s daughter nodded, to which Mary responded by quickly speaking her mind…as if faster speech would make it less painful. “I know you do not wish to marry this man. I’m sorry m’lady, but you make it painfully obvious when it’s just me in the room,” she sighed, shaking her head. “But sitting here when they’ve asked for you downstairs multiple times won’t make a bit of difference. Your father will have my head if I don’t get you dressed and down that aisle. Come on, you were so happy after seeing his estate, you said it was beautiful. Focus on that, hm?”
Claire scowled, but stood all the same. “I think next time I’ll just make you hold your tongue,” she snapped back, raising her arms for the bundle of lace, fabric, and flowers to be shuffled over her head and body. The rest was already put into place, including slip that made the dress wider at the bottom and a corset that she had to admit made her look eye-catching to any male. Hmph, she hoped the entire ensemble drove him crazy. Serves him right for teasing like that.
“Apologies, m’lady,” Mary replied, turning Claire around toward the mirror so she could lace up the back. There was more to be done on this one than her usual attire. “My goodness,” the bride whispered, running her hands over her hips. “It looks even better in here than it did at the tailor’s, doesn’t it? And the veil, that next?” The dress was almost completely made of lace and covered in miniature silk flowers at the short sleeves, neckline, and hips. The stomach area held no silk but a beautiful white cloth that dipped down into a V at her hips, just as it did above at her breasts. Her headpiece was simple, the real detail in the flowers, her long train behind her, and the gorgeous lace cloves that had gold bracelets over them. “At least the ring will look nice with these on,” she commented, mainly to herself as she held her left hand up, imagining it on. She had forced someone else to pick it out- Claire didn’t even know who took over that part of the planning. Why would she want to? The woman had thought she and Nick could do that together, had even written note after note to him about it, but then thrown each and every one of them in the trash before asking anyone to take one to him. If he wanted to have any part in this he would have said so. Nicholas Rochford wasn’t a shy man.
A knock at the door brought her out of the past. “Come in,” she called, turning to the large decorated door. She was ready from head to toe, her heels making her a couple inches taller than she was barefoot.
“Are you ready, Miss Abbot?” the man dressed very professionally asked, bowing to her. He must be a servant of the palace, because he wasn’t employed by her father.
“Yes,” she answered, giving the older man a smile. “Lead the way.” Simple as that. If she was lucky, no more words would need to be spoken until the vows. Claire thought it would be a grand day if she could just keep her feet moving, much less answer one more question today besides the dreaded one that would end her life as she knew it.
Westminster Hall was packed with people, all chattering away as a soft violin quartet played near the front of the room. There was an aisle lined with many white and pink flowers of all kinds for the season, a priest from the Church of England at the end, and her future husband should be waiting for her there as well. Claire couldn’t see any of it yet, but she could hear the people and it made her jittery as they came to the entrance.
“Dear Claire…look at you.” It was her father. Duke Abbot was grinning ear to ear, wearing a black suit that actually helped his figure look slimmer. He also wore a hat and the chain of a pocket watch hung down in his front pocket. “You are absolutely stunning. I swear, you look just like your mother. She…would be very proud of you, you know. I haven’t told you that enough.”
The sincere, heartfelt words humbled her and brought tears to Claire’s eyes. “Thank you, father. That means a lot.” She knew how much conversations like this made him uncomfortable. But he’d said it, despite barely making eye contact until he’d finished.
“Yes, well…eh, are you ready? Everyone’s been waiting to see the beautiful bride.” And all eyes of the servants around were on her, just as the eyes of London would be once the doors in front of them opened. Claire swallowed hard, wrapping her arm around his for support. Hopefully it would be over before she knew it, and Nick could go back to ignoring her like he apparently preferred. With one more breath the wooden double doors opened, light from the wide, open room making her blink until her emerald eyes could focus once more. One step at a time, Claire, and for the love of all that is holy do not trip…
also, this is where I kind of got some info from, to make it easier if you haven't read anything yet. If you're like me and you want to get things at least semi correct. Not on the dot, but you know. Just so I knew that yes there was a ring for the woman, yes weddings happened in the morning...
http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview?id=581620
http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview?id=581620
wedding gown inspiration. just fyi, I don't like their dresses back then. Just a comment haha well, it's more that I don't like their head pieces. That is NOT her headpiece. lol
Ciara O’Conner hadn’t been home practically all year except for holidays, and even then the visits were short. She had reason for it, of course, but if you heard it from her parents she was just being a rebellious child. Was it really still viewed as rebellious at the age of twenty-two? She thought of it as wanting to live her own life, finding her own way. Besides, who would want to go home if all your family did was talk about your history, get you to work at the family restaurant, and set you up on dates with the same boy for the last- well, since she was in diapers. Every single time, no matter how much she protested. Arranged relationships were a thing of the past, how could they not see that? Thankfully over her college career they’d let it be; Ciara guessed she either wasn’t giving them a chance to mention it or they’d finally realized what century they were all living in.
The young grad rolled her tired brown eyes and turned down the music, her own frustration within causing the noise of old 70s music to become an irritation. She was almost home anyway, which she would have known by the lack of fields and suburbs even if her GPS didn’t give her the arrival time. It was a shame her parents hadn’t been able to make the drive for her ceremony, but she understood. It was a ways away, and they couldn’t take off work just to see her five seconds of fame. It wasn’t as if she were graduating to be a doctor or lawyer, anyway.
Hm…it would be late evening by the time she reached home. She wanted to stop for dinner, but her mother, Anna, had made her promise to eat dinner with them. She’d sounded excited, it made her wonder if the extended family that lived in the States were coming over. Not that there were many, but still. Her father, Liam’s parents were still living and quite involved in the family’s well-being. It would actually be kind of nice to see Grandpa Finley and Grandma Fiona, and even her father’s brother, Stanley. They may be a rough bunch of idiots, but they could be pleasant if they tried really, really hard.
The rest of her family, especially her mother’s side, was still in Ireland. While in elementary school she would visit them every summer, but it was so boring there that she had resisted once old enough to put her foot down.
Ciara yawned, tucking a lock of black wavy hair behind her ear. She was wearing the same white, knee-length lace dress she’d worn underneath the hideous green gown that was now thrown into the back of the old blue car along with boxes and boxes of belongings. Yes, now that school was officially over Ciara was coming back to New York. She didn’t want to stay, but leaving for good would mean finding a well-paying job out of state, and that was going to be near impossible with no contacts to start off with. In photography you needed to know someone, and her best bet at success would be to stick around. Oh, this would be a fun summer…
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The house barely had any lights on, Ciara didn’t understand it. She knew it was past dinnertime, but it wasn’t that late! She’d sort of expected a greeting from someone, anyone at the door. Even her little brother Daniel was old enough at sixteen to know it was rude to not come help her unpack. With a curse of annoyance Ciara parked the car just outside the two story brick house, turning off the engine with relief. It had taken two days of driving to get there, and all she wanted to do was eat and sleep. Thankfully she’d at least changed out of those stupid heels in exchange for flip-flops. “Thanks for the help guys,” she muttered to herself as she popped open the trunk, grabbing a couple duffle bags and shuffling onto the front porch, past the wide, rusty swing, and to the front door. What a welcome home, by the looks of things they were already in bed!
The young grad rolled her tired brown eyes and turned down the music, her own frustration within causing the noise of old 70s music to become an irritation. She was almost home anyway, which she would have known by the lack of fields and suburbs even if her GPS didn’t give her the arrival time. It was a shame her parents hadn’t been able to make the drive for her ceremony, but she understood. It was a ways away, and they couldn’t take off work just to see her five seconds of fame. It wasn’t as if she were graduating to be a doctor or lawyer, anyway.
Hm…it would be late evening by the time she reached home. She wanted to stop for dinner, but her mother, Anna, had made her promise to eat dinner with them. She’d sounded excited, it made her wonder if the extended family that lived in the States were coming over. Not that there were many, but still. Her father, Liam’s parents were still living and quite involved in the family’s well-being. It would actually be kind of nice to see Grandpa Finley and Grandma Fiona, and even her father’s brother, Stanley. They may be a rough bunch of idiots, but they could be pleasant if they tried really, really hard.
The rest of her family, especially her mother’s side, was still in Ireland. While in elementary school she would visit them every summer, but it was so boring there that she had resisted once old enough to put her foot down.
Ciara yawned, tucking a lock of black wavy hair behind her ear. She was wearing the same white, knee-length lace dress she’d worn underneath the hideous green gown that was now thrown into the back of the old blue car along with boxes and boxes of belongings. Yes, now that school was officially over Ciara was coming back to New York. She didn’t want to stay, but leaving for good would mean finding a well-paying job out of state, and that was going to be near impossible with no contacts to start off with. In photography you needed to know someone, and her best bet at success would be to stick around. Oh, this would be a fun summer…
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The house barely had any lights on, Ciara didn’t understand it. She knew it was past dinnertime, but it wasn’t that late! She’d sort of expected a greeting from someone, anyone at the door. Even her little brother Daniel was old enough at sixteen to know it was rude to not come help her unpack. With a curse of annoyance Ciara parked the car just outside the two story brick house, turning off the engine with relief. It had taken two days of driving to get there, and all she wanted to do was eat and sleep. Thankfully she’d at least changed out of those stupid heels in exchange for flip-flops. “Thanks for the help guys,” she muttered to herself as she popped open the trunk, grabbing a couple duffle bags and shuffling onto the front porch, past the wide, rusty swing, and to the front door. What a welcome home, by the looks of things they were already in bed!
Name: Ciara O’Conner
Age: 22
Likes: being outside, school (specifically her major in photography)
Dislikes: the rain, the idea of finally getting a career back home
General Personality: The young irish recently graduated college student has always had a strong, independent nature. Ciara usually has a bruise or scrape somewhere from how much time she spends being active outside. At school or on the job she feeds her social wants, and has even gone to her share of parties once the sun set, but that part is mostly to just piss her parents off and get the, as other students call it, the “full experience” while at school. When it comes down to it, however, at the end of the day Ciara would rather curl up with a book out on the balcony. But hey, nobody needed to know that right? She didn’t want to look like a nerd or something. While her family Is more than proud of their heritage, Ciara isn’t exactly so sure why it matters so much, and makes a point to let her parents know it.
Bio: Ciara was a handful growing up. While most liked pink frilly clothes she could be found with dirt on her face and holes in her jeans- that is if you could get past her parents to see it. They put on a show of making her wear dresses and only spoke of her manners in an attempt to put her in the best light possible. She wasn’t necessarily a “bad” kid, but her parents were so hard on her that as a child she may have been decently respectful, but by high school she did her share of rebelling. By college she was ready to move out of state, going out to Michigan for school. Now that she’s finished it looks like she has no choice but to move back home and look for a job…
(when do you think the last time they saw each other would be? Early high school? I don’t think she’d agree to see him late in high school, she would have been a bit childish about it, running out to a friend’s house from school before having a nice dinner together…)
If I missed anything let me know.
“What?” Alice tilted her head to the side a bit, her hand gripping the strap of her bag even tighter than before. Same as…did he mean-? And then he did it. Tiny bits of electricity flashed above his hand so quickly it took the girl a moment to realize what it was. In fact, even after it registered she still had a hard time believing it.
Could he have faked it? No, there’s no way. “You said you didn’t know anyone,” she whispered with a small smile, those grey-green eyes flickering from his hand up to his own gaze. Of course she hadn’t exactly been honest either. “Ah…look, if you’re not playing some game with me then could we go up to your room and do this? I just get freaked,” she sighed, looking outside before shutting the door. “If this is for real, it’s staying between us.”
Stay calm, Alice. This could potentially be a really, really great thing. Or it could go horribly bad. She just had to be careful and do everything she could to read the situation, not give too much away unless she knew it was safe, and not assume he’s friendly just because he’s a psychic. It didn’t mean anything…right?
It was horribly to judge like that, and Alice knew it. “Look- all I want to do right now is run out that door and play it safe. Or lie as much as I can while sticking around to see if you’re lying. But that’s not me, I don’t like having to assume you’re being deceitful,” she said, holding out the hand he’d grabbed moments before for him to take again, this time for a hand shake. “Seems like we have a thousand things to talk about, and I- I really want to. I promise I’ll try and be open if you do the same. No more lying. Deal?”
Could he have faked it? No, there’s no way. “You said you didn’t know anyone,” she whispered with a small smile, those grey-green eyes flickering from his hand up to his own gaze. Of course she hadn’t exactly been honest either. “Ah…look, if you’re not playing some game with me then could we go up to your room and do this? I just get freaked,” she sighed, looking outside before shutting the door. “If this is for real, it’s staying between us.”
Stay calm, Alice. This could potentially be a really, really great thing. Or it could go horribly bad. She just had to be careful and do everything she could to read the situation, not give too much away unless she knew it was safe, and not assume he’s friendly just because he’s a psychic. It didn’t mean anything…right?
It was horribly to judge like that, and Alice knew it. “Look- all I want to do right now is run out that door and play it safe. Or lie as much as I can while sticking around to see if you’re lying. But that’s not me, I don’t like having to assume you’re being deceitful,” she said, holding out the hand he’d grabbed moments before for him to take again, this time for a hand shake. “Seems like we have a thousand things to talk about, and I- I really want to. I promise I’ll try and be open if you do the same. No more lying. Deal?”
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