Fear is no excuse for a lack of perfection

Evolet Lancaster ♥ 21 ♥ Born and Bred a domestic servant ♥ British ♥ 5'0 ♥ 100lbs ♥ Virgin ♥ Unclaimed ♥ Unwilling Slave

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Never before had she attended an event like this as anything more than staff and it was like stepping into a dream. The decorations, the music, the masks. It was hard to feel she fit in, even in her beautiful mask and her matching dress, both covered in sheet music. Mr. Liam had chosen it and it was perfect for her, but it did not quell her nerves. Not even that she’d never felt so beautiful in her life could do that. Swallow hard as she did her best to move through the crowd and mingle, she made sure that her escort was within her line of sight at all times, for the security of his gaze on her.

 Hearing a voice to her side, Evolet turned and looked toward who it was who had spoken to her. “I apologize, I was a little lost in my head. What were you saying?”

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wyattxrutherford:

Wyatt had finally moved to the far side of the ballroom and was leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand. He had mingled a bit and was now standing off the side away from everyone for five minutes of peace and time away from those who were eyeballing him like a piece of meat. He let out a low huff as he heard someone coming toward him. “Is five minutes of fucking peace really that much to ask for?” Wyatt asked, not even looking at the approaching figure before he spoke.

She hadn’t meant to intrude, but the space he’d found was one of the few that was actually quiet an away and she’d retreated there for a breather after mingling around and looking at everything. Glancing over at the male, her eyes fell to the number on his chest before lifting to his face from behind her mask. “I apologize, I did not mean to intrude on your.. bubble. But-... I was just trying to have a moment to breathe. I’ll... I’ll find somewhere else to stand. I really am sorry that I disturbed you.” 

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deanxnotdaniel:

“I said, fuck off.” Though it probably came off as more entertaining than disruptive considering his attire but  the other was really pissing him off. 

The fight had started out of nowhere, exploding like a bomb in the middle of the crowd and the small young woman hadn’t been able to get out of the way. Knocked to the ground as the first punch landed and knocked one of them backwards into her, a fire lit behind her eyes as she unsteadily got to her feet. “Stop! Right now! Not only is this ridiculous, it’s stupid!” Though she wasn’t dumb enough to put herself in the middle of the fight to stop it, she hoped her surprisingly firm tone would do the trick.

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This was by far not the first large formal event that Evolet had seen or attended, but it was the first time she was not attending it as staff. It was the first time she was a guest, on the arm of the most refined and dapper gentleman she’d ever met, and dressed to the nines herself. She’d never felt so beautiful, never more like Cinderella, and she smiled happily up at the man who had brought her as his date. “This is all so beautiful, Liam.” Her steps were timid, fragile, as she adjusted to the heels, though they weren’t very high at all. At least not in comparison to the shoes on some of the other women. “Thank you, for bringing me here with you. I-.... Are you sure you don’t need to pinch me to make sure that I’m not dreaming?” 

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Evolet Lancaster’s Masquerade Ball Look

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liamharrisxn:

“For the innocent chamber maid perhaps. For the wicked, it’s still a sad tale.“ He always identified with the villains in stories of that nature. Under the suit and charm, he was ultimately wicked. Liam could hear her heart skip a beat and figured that he was the cause of it. He didn’t see her as just a slave in a castle for the supernatural. He saw her as a beautiful young lady who was respectful and worthy of much more than her life had given her. The vampire was chivalrous so he pushed her chair in for her as she sat down then sat in his own chair opposite her. "It looks and smells fantastic.” He did hope she would come to call him Liam but he wouldn’t punish her for not doing it. He cut two pieces from the pan and put each onto their respective plates.

“Those who are wicked, generally have a reason to be.” It was why she could not hate. Not even the masters here, the ones who had been so cruel to her, were hated in her eyes and in fact she felt pity for them more than anything. Would could happen to a person, any person, that would make them so cruel? Mr. Liam and Miss Annabelle had shown her already that just because one was a creature of supernatural origins, that did not mean they had to be monster, it did not mean they had to be cruel or scary. For despite the fact that he made her heart flutter and skip, it was not out of fear, but infatuation. “I’m glad you think so, Sir.” Following his motion with her eyes, she thanked as he made her plate, her napkin unfolded into her lap to protect the precious dress and it’s beautiful fabric. “Sir, May I ask you a question?”

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Emily Browning as Frances Shea in ‘Legend (2015)’.

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shifting-cassius:

Cold eyes watched her take a drag of the cigarette. A shark like smirk creeped across their face at the fit of coughing that expelled her.

“You would do just about anything I told you to wouldn’t you?”

They said. And that thought - it brought such a delight. They jumped up - suddenly! - and grabbed her by the wrist. With a fierce tug, they pulled her along, not really checking to see if she kept up.

“Evolet. That name.” They asked over their shoulder. “It means - “the lovely” doesn’t it? And if you spell it backwards - it almost spells “the love.” What a coincidence don’t you think?”

They dashed across the stone floor, feet pattering like rain. They were still pulling, to an unknown destination.

“Why did your parents name you Evolet?”

The smile, especially on the innocent face that was presented to her, was almost chilling, even having only caught it for a moment at the end of her coughing fit. “I didn’t want to be rude, Sir. I-” Words cut off with a surprise yelp when a hand closed around her wrist and practically yanked her from her chair, Evolet found herself following him without any idea what was happening.

“Um... Sir... Where are we-..” Once more she was interrupted as he started to speak, mouth snapping closed as to not be rude, her head nodded to confirm his thoughts, his words. “Yes, Sir. It’s a very nice coincidence.” 

Blinking as he continued to tug her forward, she did her best to keep up, but this entire situation was throwing her off and something was telling her she’d rather be back in her cell than wherever it was he was taking her.

“I was named for my Grandmother, Sir. And she for hers, and she for hers, as far back as we know... or so I’ve been told. I assume my first granddaughter will be named Evolet as well.. if I ever have one.”

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liamharrisxn:

Liam couldn’t help the smile on his lips. “Cinderella is such an ugly tale.” He took the box from her and opened it up to fetch the contents. He stood behind her and with the gentlest of hands, clasped the necklace and let it lay against her milky chest. "You’re not dreaming.” He shook his head, though she wouldn’t see it on account of her looking away. He leaned down and kissed the human’s bare shoulder. He digressed, he had to get the lasagna from the over. He put it on the top of the stove and turned to face Evolet. “Shall we eat? I’ve set the table.” He told her, motioning to the dining table that was set with plates, wine glasses, and candles.

“It is... but at least it has a happy ending for her.” Fingers lifting to brush over the precious piece as it rested cold against her pale skin, Evolet sighed softly to herself and hoped she would never wake up. The touch of his lips to her shoulder caused all of her to pause. Her heart, her lungs, her step. It froze her for a moment as she tried to remember how to function. Turning as she heard him move away, she finally drank in the room, impressed by the effort he was putting it. Like he was courting her, trying to woo her. It was different than the others and for a moment she forgot she was a slave and not a princess. “Yes, please. Thank you, Sir. It will be nice to eat something not made from cardboard.” Lowering into one of the chairs at the table, she smiled across at him, every movement he made utterly capturing and holding her attention. “I hope you like it, Sir. I used to be well known for my lasagna.”

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liamharrisxn:

Liam had watched the lasagna, taking the salad from the fridge and assembled a bowl of it for both of them. The vampire heard her expression of surprise and smiled to himself. It wouldn’t be long now, so he rolled his sleeves back down and pulled his jacket back on. He knew she would enjoy her prizes, especially considering he had carefully picked them out for her. Though, he’d come to own the necklace throughout his life, when it wasn’t considered “vintage”. Liam knew that Evolet was back in his presence. Her heartbeat grew louder with each step she took, with an ever so subtle flutter to it. Turning toward her, his breath hitched. She was stunning, and even if she didn’t feel like it, she looked like royalty. His smile never faltered as he spoke. “You look magnificent.” His eyes dropped to her neck where he noticed she wasn’t wearing the necklace but his eyes soon trailed to her hands where she gripped the velvet box tightly. “Come here and let me put that on you.”

He made her heart flutter every time she looked at him, and for a moment when he turned she could only stare at him. Every single time it was like he’d stepped from her dreams and it pushed the breath from her lungs like a vacuum. Blinking when his voice pulled her from her gazing at him, Evolet’s face flushed bright at his compliment. “I feel like Cinderella.” Voice a whisper and the box in her hands forgotten it was his mention of it that brought it back to the forefront of her thoughts. “Oh.. Yes, of course, Sir. That’s why I brought it. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been given and it only seemed right.” Making her way over, she held out the box to him and then turned so he could place it around her neck, her hair already pinned up and off of the back of it. “Mr. Liam... Am I dreaming?” Breathing the words as she more felt him come close than heard him. “It feels like a dream.”

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Emily Browning 

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dariuspalmer:

Her thighs relaxed, and it was enough; their path was fixed and would not be altered in the face of fear alone. ( This was the way things were: even gentleness came with such cruelty. ) He watched her carefully, curiously — how did innocence fair against the encroachment of such sin? And he was sinful, slowly pressing his middle finger inside of her. “Good girl,” he murmured, a whisper to encourage her fall from grace. ( Just as the devil had hissed into the ear of the first woman. ) He did not shift his gaze, eyes of beast meeting eyes of lamb. She was braver than most, that was for damn sure, but he encouraged more than that. His finger moved within her, ever so slowly. 

Lashes fluttering as his wide finger pressed inside of her, another rippling noise falling from lips that parted in surprise and a hint of discomfort at the unfamiliar invasion. That tone solidified into a whimper at the praise that he breathed out onto her skin, pupils blown wide and hazing over as her breath shallowed. The press of fingers turned into nails taking hold as if to keep her on her feet. The rosy dusting that filled her face spread down her neck and blossomed into her chest as she did her best to focus on keeping her composure as the sensations he was sending through her started to change to pleasure, despite the shame that came with that, as if she was betraying her dreams. Maybe it would be easier to let herself go to it, but it wasn’t that simple.

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Emily Browning

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liamharrisxn:

Liam’s suit was emmaculate, changing in the time that she had been cooking. It would be an understatement to say he was impressed by the status of the kitchen. It was as if she was never there at all. She seemed to be his perfect woman. In a different world, he would have courted her immediately, no matter their different statures. “I eat food to remind myself that my humanity is not completely lost.” He stepped closer to her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Go ahead and dress for dinner and I’ll finish up.” He shook off his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves. 

He dressed for his station in clean lines and immaculate tailoring, down to the smallest detail everything was perfect and in place. He stood confidently, the squaring of his shoulders strong and sure, the picture of every man that had caught her eye through her time amongst royalty. He put them all to shame and it made her chest tight and her stomach flutter just to be near him. Like swarms of butterflies coming alive in her stomach, Evolet would have been unsurprised should one burst from her mouth as his fingers brushed at her face, his words melting her heart in an instant. Lashes fluttering like the wings in her stomach, she nodded her head, her step pausing as she watched him make his way into the kitchen, the motions he made suddenly so casual that it caught her off guard. “I won’t be long, Sir.”

Turning from the kitchen toward the spare room, she didn’t even glance in the direction of the master, out of respect for him and his privacy. The moment she stepped into the room, it took her breath away, the sight of the dress on the bed stopping her in her tracks. Was this a dream? It felt like a dream. Fingers dusting over the fabric, she ignored the box for now, unable to bear more until it settled in that this was really happening. First things first, her hair,  and after carefully pulling the two pins she had, Evolet fashioned her hair into as elegant a twist as she could manage before she finally turned to pull on the dress. The fit was perfect, and it took several full minutes of staring in the mirror for her to work up the guts to open the box. Sitting on the bed and sliding on the flats, her eyes never left the velvet covered box, the shape suspect enough at what may be inside. 

When had she become Cinderella?

The moment she finally opened the lid it came with an actual small scream of shock as her fingers flew to her lips. Closing the lid once more and hugging it to her chest, she stood and took one last look in the mirror with a breathless smile before heading back in the kitchen and stopping in the door to wait for him to see her. She wanted to see his face, see if that would be like her dreams as well.

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liamharrisxn:

Liam saw the woman as a lady, not as a slave. She was quite fetching to him and he adored her smile. “That’s alright. I’m sure that in time, we’ll become more familiar. For now, whatever you like will do just fine.” He made his way to one of the guest bedrooms where he laid out the dress for her along with heels or flats, not sure which she would prefer. He also laid a velvet covered box with a necklace from his family’s own collection. He returned to the kitchen about an hour later. He had to gaze at the female admiringly. He looked natural in the kitchen, tending to dinner. It seemed ironic since he was a vampire and only ate real food to hold onto any shred of class and decency he still possessed. “How is dinner coming along?”

Nodding her head, she gave a little dip as he left before she turned to start preparing dinner, her happy humming filling the space as she moved around it, and before long the smell of cooking food joined it in the air. The time went by quickly, and it was just as she was checking on the lasagna in the oven that he returned. Looking over at the sound of his voice, the smile he wore brought one out on her own face before she turned to check the time. “Nearly done, Sir. Salad is in the fridge to keep it crisp, and there is nearly fifteen minutes left on the oven.” The dishes she had used were already washed and put away, and besides the scent of food in the air one would never know she’d even prepared anything at all. “I do hope you enjoy it, Sir. I know vampires only eat food for appearances, but... I do hope to impress you.” She couldn’t lie for it was true. “Shall I change now, Sir? I do not want to hold up dinner.”

He was gentleman through and through, that much was obvious, and it was as if he was a figured that had stepped straight from her dreams of the perfect man, so even as she came close her cheeks still flushed. 

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dariuspalmer:

“You will be,” he promised. His hold on her was firm and unwavering, stronger than humans and far more stubborn. And all the while, his fingers continued their pace over that thin material of her outfit. The white lace made her appear more delicate, if such a thing was possible. But the change in her — that moment of gasping realization, gaze meeting gaze — was instant. He pressed against her harder, trying to chase thoughts of romantic dreams away. “Relax, girl. We’ve got plenty of time.” He leaned closer, the black of his eyes showing something dark as shadows on the moon. “You’ve been good so far. Be good for me now. Give in. Let me have you.” Gently, if such a thing was possible for a man like Darius, his hand moved beneath that thin material.

Her held firm and his hand on her back was like being up against a solid wall, immovable and unwavering. She trembled through nerves as his fingers moved along her, the sound of it in her breath making it impossible to hide even if she wanted to. The growing pressure of his hand send a confusing mixture of sensations through her, slender thighs trying to close on instinct, though there was a distinct sense of pleasure as well, her hesitation was stronger. Taking a deep breath as she did her best to relax as he said, her fingers were still curled hard into his shoulders, large eyes locked on his own face as she tried to force her fear away. She wanted to be good, for good meant protection and good meant a better chance that he would keep his word and be gentle with her, as he was being. Nodding her head, Evolet took one more deep, calming breath and finally let her thighs relax around his probing fingers, though she still flinched a little the first time he touched her in her most unexplored place. She was trying, but it was not easy for her to let herself go, to give in to pleasure that felt so sinful.