somewhere beyond the sea. -rhee-

[ALESSIO MONTAGUE]

Much like everything else there with a penis (yes, even the dogs had on little suits and masks, exaggeration at it’s finest) Alessio was decked in head to toe Armani, his classic good looks outlined by a bit of dark contrast that wasn’t usually present. He frequented the light, airy fabrics that kept his lithe frame cool and uncomplicated, along with the occasional band t-shirt and a blazer, if he was feeling particularly creative. Not much effort went into his personal style, if he was being honest, and those days where he didn’t wish he could just stay in his boxers all day weren’t as infrequent as some people might tell you they were. But tonight was different. Tonight was the annual winter-ball thing. He wouldn’t be missing this for the world, especially because every single year, after the crowning took place, hundreds of the sheep-like males crowded around Delilah Barnes and tried to get into her padlock-guarded pants. It was ridiculous how tightly that bitch held on to her virgin title, until of course, her brother came around, and then all inhibitions went out the window and she was as slutty and disgusting as ever. Much like the majority of other old money families, he didn’t particularly care for the tastelessness of the new money people, but other than those with absolutely no ability to maintain a good level of consciousness at a given party, the others were okay. They just sort of stuck out, especially in their lacking confidence. Some people were always well off, others had earned it through their years of hard work, but Alessio’s family in particular was just.. Born with it, so far as he was concerned. Not to mention, when it came to pussy, there was absolutely no reason why he should hold off of a beautiful girl for no reason other than how quickly her family came into their money. It certainly didn’t change the fact that she was more than likely a screamer, did it? Brushing a hand through his carefully disheveled hair, he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips and took a small sip, feeling the burn and letting an easy smirk flow over his lips.

People were looking beautiful, as per usual of the upper echelon. It was like living with the richest people on Earth; word was, The Gates kids were going to be attending the school sometime in the future. Whether or not he’d be there to see it happen didn’t matter much; he’d still be around to hear about it, hopefully. And it was just as he was schmoozing over some bullshit with some of the administrators that a particular blonde beauty caught his eye. Tall, but not taller than he was, proportional, athletic, blue eyes. Stunning. A jaw-dropper. He had yet to tap that, and it was definitely on his manwhore list, as well as making her take the walk of shame. Eyebrow raised conversationally, he excused himself from the ongoings and made his way to the figure, just as the music changed to some Frank Sinatra song, one of his favorites despite his inability to remember the name of it. Something with witches. It was so damn catchy, and he found himself humming it for hours later whenever it was on. “He jests at scars that never felt a wound,” he murmured, the quote sourced from one of his absolute favorites. Alas, it had nothing to do with the romance of the tale, but more the irony that was teenage love, and why he didn’t believe in it under any terms or conditions. Romeo and Juliet were just the prime example of something that could happen to anyone stupid enough to believe that love carried you on it’s wings. Love was a product of someone’s imagination. He had to agree with the crazy Austerlitz on that one. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Lillian is the sun.”

He chuckled at his own play on words, snatching a drink off of the waiter’s tray without paying much attention and handing it to her, “Absolutely Ravishing, Ms. Austerlitz. I do so approve.”

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[LILLIAN ELIZABETH AUSTERLITZ]

Students at Santa Croce Academy always thought of excuses to dress in their finest and most ornate attire. Unless a guy was metro, it was probably mostly the girls who enjoyed dressing up in the extreme and fabulous gowns more than the guys did wearing the finest suits money could buy. Maybe some guys liked to do it every now and again, but Lillian felt it was more for the girls and that a lot of the guys would not have dressed up at all if it wasn't mandatory. It was always nice, in her opinion, to see everyone dressed up and suits could definitely be sexy. Plus, one of the many cues of telling whether someone was new money or old money--which was second nature to her by now--was judging what they wore. New money people tended to either wear very plain gowns or completely ostentatious to try and prove that they were just as rich but they really only ended making themselves look like fools and stick out like sore thumbs. Besides, most did not have the sheer amount of confidence that old money students did to be able to pull off the outrageous look. Of course there were exceptions but typically she found that tended to be the case.

Lillian was always one who never had a problem wearing something ridiculous, in fact she enjoyed it. She could get away wearing anything due to her extreme confidence alone and also her curvy body didn't hurt either. However, for the ball she decided not to go with something crazy and dress more modestly than usual. Of course that didn't mean simple and definitely didn't mean cheap. Her parents had billions of dollars, spending a few thousand on a dress for the winter ball wasn't going to put any sort of dent in their bank account. Besides, her parents owed the money to her to make up for being so shitty. So, she had the dress custom made for her. She wouldn't risk showing up in the same dress as someone else, it would be unthinkable. So she was vain and superficial at times, but it was more out of pride like it would be a shame to her family if someone ended up wearing the same thing as her. It was probably irrational, but it didn’t stop what she thought. The curve hugging gold dress had designs on it in a darker shad of gold as well as a large slit on the left side that revealed a generous amount of one of her long and toned legs. She had opted for pulling back half of her voluminous, wavy blonde hair and leaving the rest of it as it normally was. Once again, there was no reason for her to do anything crazy. Unlike new money students she didn’t need to do something crazy in order to be noticed and get attention.

There was another part of the annual ball: the crowning of the newest Virgin Mary. Rumor had it that Deliah Barnes was no longer a virgin. Whether it happened when she was off in New York or her and her twin finally fucked, Lillian wasn’t sure. Either way, Lillian never had anything to do with her and seeing as she was having some incestuous relationship it just went to prove her point even more that new money was trash. Her youngest sister, Brigitte was up for nomination. Lillian had talked with her briefly about it and Brigitte had seen somewhat thrilled about being nominated which Lillian couldn’t exactly understand. Once she arrived, she walked around a little bit, making casually conversation with people around her as she waited to see someone who was worthy of her time. As she looked around, she heard a voice and turned to face a male. Of course, they were all wearing masks, but Lillian could tell by his voice and overall appearance it was Alessio, who apparently felt like quoting Shakespeare. So despite the fact that Lillian would say Alessio was an asshole or a tool or a douchebag most likely until the day she lied, she had to admit to herself at least that she didn’t despise him as much as she let on; he was certainly amusing, but she just wouldn’t be admitting it.

Quick with a reply she quoted Romeo and Juliet as well, “O Alessio, Alessio! Wherefore art thou Alessio?” Anyone who knew Shakespeare or Romeo and Juliet knew that wherefore meant why, not where. She smirked a little at her own joke asking why he had to be who he was and implying that she wished it had been someone else who came to talk to her instead of him. She figured he’d catch on. “Oh, why thank you, Mr. Montague. I’m glad I have your approval. I was thinking of you when I was having the dress being made and hoping it would get your approval. I always strive to get your approval with everything I wear if you didn’t know.” It was obvious sarcasm, but she said it like usual in more a joking tone than cold and bitter one. “And I must admit, you certainly clean up well. I almost didn’t recognize you.” She took the drink out of his hand as he handed it to her. It was the punch and as she took a sip just as she suspected it had already been spiked. “Giving up on sober me and trying a new tactic now? Hoping if I’m drunk I’ll sleep with you?” She asked him with a smile. It’s not like he hadn’t tried before to get in her pants; he tried to get in every girl’s pants. “You might have a shot with Deliah now. Though, you might not be her type. I heard she prefers her own flesh and blood, her own twin to be exact. How does that make you feel? Knowing she chose her twin over you and all the other guys?” Whether or not Deliah and her brother had sex was besides the point; they had definitely been doing things that was leading up to sex.

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[ALESSIO MONTAGUE]

“Lillian, I don’t appreciate your sarcasm in response to my romanticism.” he stated, playfully chastising her. He did get her disdain, in all reality, but it was consistent that he had to hit on her. That’s the way it’d always been and the day he stopped was the day he died. Even after forty years, he doubted he’d be changing that much of his personality. He would still be that social reject of a flirty, slightly ridiculous, vaguely annoying rich playboy. It just happened that way and frankly, it was going down any other way for a while. He knew it, he accepted it. “I’m beginning to think your mother adores me more then you do, although of course your charms never fail to make me want to ravage you.” he winked, happy she’d taken the drink instead of ignored him as she might have previously done. At least he was getting somewhere. And in truth, she did look absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. The gold dress was just enough to keep her figure outlined and yet subtly covered, the ornate coloring and detailing the handiwork of a couple of Asians and yet still stunning in almost every regard. She always was. That was part of the way things had always been as well, all the way back to when he’d told her he liked her Barbie Band-Aid because it brought out her eyes and she’d smashed the sand from the play box out behind the house they were at - probably Juliet’s - in his mouth. He’d cried then, and he would mourn the loss of his chance at tail now, but still, they chased each other insults in much the same way. It was simply less physical, because after about kindergarten, they’d both learned that hitting a girl was unacceptable.

In response to her next statement about the dress, he chuckled dryly and sipped at the drink in his hand. “It’s a good thing to strive for, Ms. Austerlitz.” the use of her last name wasn’t something he frequented, but it seemed to do well in this situation to underline exactly how much he was patronizing her. “My opinion is valuable in the social hierarchy.” sometimes he felt like sitting outside of her balcony and singing that one song, ‘Why don’t you have some dirty hot sex with me?’ It perfectly described their relationship. He wasn’t asking her to give it up for free. He was just saying hey, I’m beautiful, you’re beautiful, we should fuck. And usually that worked, but at the moment it wasn’t doing much for his appeal. He’d have to try harder. She was one of his most challenging conquests, and even if he did intend to eventually get her, for now things would have to be put on the back burner. “And of course, yours is as well. To some people.” he couldn’t resist the subtle dig at the end of his complement, of sorts. It escaped him before he really even planned on saying it, and he followed it with a chuckle. A couple of people involved maybe two or three of them, maybe a couple more than that. None of them were as rich and fabulous as they thought they were, they were all just mirror images of their parents and what they’d gone through in high school. Strange, but very, very true.

It seemed she was really full of wit and frustration with him on this particular evening, and to be honest, his company could have been spent in better ways. Although he did enjoy bickering with the lovely Lillian, there were doubtlessly things he could be doing apart from being annoyed by her consistent level of comebacks and subsequently digging deep to find an insult for the godly creature. Normally, they fell out of his mouth easily but as of late there was a bit of a struggle and he couldn’t help but feel a little upset, knowing that the alcohol had probably hindered his ability to do so but not really caring. Her words had him laughing, quietly so as not to disturb the other members of the masquerade, “I feel the same about it as you would if Juliet found someone who she actually enjoyed spending time around, as opposed to just you.” holding out his hand in such a way that she might take it if she pleased but didn’t have to, and his rejection wouldn’t be visible if she chose to do so. “Shall we waltz, Darling?” in accordance to the song playing on the speakers, which was something from some old album he knew of but didn’t care. Apparently retro it was retro for the night.

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[LILLIAN ELIZABETH AUSTERLITZ]

“Now Alessio, we both know that is a lie. If I wasn’t able to reply to your romanticism with sarcasm then our relationship just wouldn’t be the same.” She was about to say or as entertaining, but she stopped. She was too prideful to admit to something like that. She felt like she’d be giving in to him somehow; plus, she couldn’t give him that satisfaction, she’d never hear the end of it. Implying it was more than enough. “Besides, I don’t find Romeo and Juliet to be that romantic. It’s more foolishness and impulsiveness than romance.” She had never understood how people found the play to be so romantic; they were just dumb in her opinion and did not understand the deeper meaning of the play. Or perhaps they were hopeless romantics and Lillian would not categorize herself into either of those two categories. She interrupted from her thoughts on Romeo and Juliet when he spoke again. No matter what, he never failed to stop being a flirt or manwhore. Though, she never really failed to be conceited so she couldn’t exactly talk. “Of course my mother adores you. I’m sure she adores all the guys I’ve brought back home. Young, hot guys. I’m sure she needs someone to fantasize about.” Lillian didn’t make it a secret from her siblings that she despised her mother and she didn’t exactly care that Alessio knew she hated her. Now, it probably wasn’t true what she said, but it was possible. Her father was having a secret affair after all she doubted he ever kept her mother’s interests at heart. So, who knew? After the second part of the comment and the wink, Lillian rolled her eyes but couldn’t exactly keep a straight face so she cracked a smile for a brief moment but it was soon replaced with a mischievous smirk as she took a small step towards him; she made sure her leg that had the slit up the dress was subtly closer to him and more in view. “You sure it’s my charm that makes you want to ravage me?” She asked looking him in the eyes, still smirking, and emphasizing the ravaging part. So she was teasing him a little bit. She did it from time to time more for her own amusement than anything. Sure it was possibly messed up that she sometimes got her kicks from seeing guys struggle, but it wasn’t like she had been seriously being a tease at the moment; she could do much better if she wanted. She finished up the punch he had given her and placed it on a tray the waiters were walking around with. She wasn’t a lightweight, but she had drunk it rather faster than usual; plus, the kids certainly knew how to spike punch. She might be feeling it a little bit in a little while.

She had called him by his last name in a condescending way and now he was doing the same; it was only fitting. ”Oh, you don’t have to tell me it is. I already know. Indeed your opinion is very highly valued in the social hierarchy.” That wasn’t a lie; his family, like hers, was extremely wealthy which gave them both a lot of popularity and power so to speak. So people did care what he thought of them she assumed, just like they cared what she thought of them. Or maybe her vanity made her believe that. She had been about to thank him for the compliment but then he had to go and ruin naturally by saying her opinion was only valuable to some people. Instead of replying to that, she ignored and it went back to what she had been saying earlier.[ b]“It’s a good thing for me you don’t have very high standards when it comes to clothing and are easy to please. I don’t have to put much thought into what would please you and what wouldn’t. I mean, even what’s underneath this dress I’m sure would more than satisfy you.”

[/b] She turned her head slightly to wink at him. It was her turn now and she just wanted to bother him a little in all honesty. Maybe it didn’t amuse him but it certainly amused her. And ofcourse he could deny he didn’t find her attractive but both of them knew he did. Just like on the inside Lillian knew she thought he was sexy and his cocky attitude that she seemed to hate, actually helped to raise his attractiveness even more.

Lillian hadn’t really notice his lack of comebacks or that he was even being affected by the drink in his hand yet. He seemed normal as far as she could tell. She didn’t find what he said about Juliette nearly as funny as he found what she said about Deliah to be. “Very funny. Too bad we both know Juliette actually does enjoy spending time with me, as do most people. I know you might not know what that is like so I’ll let it slide.” She smiled sweetly as if she was being genuinely nice. ”So who do you think is going to take the title this year?” It was a random question, something that she was just thinking of. ”Did you vote for anyone?” Her youngest sister had been nominated she knew. Though, Brigitte had seemed pleased about being nominated. Looking down at his hand, she placed hers in his, agreeing to dance. “Of course.” She wasn’t planning on just standing around at the ball after all; that would be incredibly boring. She intertwined her fingers into his and wrapped her arm up around his shoulder as the dance began.

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NOTES: it was fine! and sorry for the wait
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