Iris Frost

If she stayed there, silent as the grave, Iris could really convince herself that there was peace, true peace.

[honourandclass]

I don’t.

[frostontheiris]

Thank you.

[nathanael-darcy-deactivated2020]

Right, she’s the scary grandmother, I forget. But I’m so sorry.

[frostontheiris]

Don't lie, you're not sorry and I'm not either.

[honourandclass]

Of course. Such beauty stands alone against Europe’s finest.

[frostontheiris]

I doubt that.

[honourandclass]

I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.

[frostontheiris]

Me?

[honourandclass]

[frostontheiris]

Can I help you with something?

[thebrooke-ohearn]

What are you doing so alone?

[frostontheiris]

I'm waiting for someone. It's not important.

How was your trip?

[nathanael-darcy-deactivated2020]

Granny?

[frostontheiris]

No, actually. If she caught me I'd be dead meat. 

I'm actually not speaking to her right now.

[honourandclass]

[frostontheiris]

[nathanael-darcy-deactivated2020]

Are you waiting for a ride or something?

[frostontheiris]

Umm, no... I mean... I'm waiting for someone. 

[honourandclass]

[frostontheiris]

[frostontheiris]

[frostontheiris]

A Rose by Any Other Name | Mason & Iris

[mason-carmichael-deactivated201]

It was obvious by the small eye contact she gave him on who picked the shoes out. He should have known, but the thought never came to him. Raising an eyebrow at her words he shook his head a little. “So, wearing insanely high heels and nearly breaking an ankle is all worth it when trying to impress someone?” He looked over to her with a smirk on his face. “I don’t see how it is worth it in the end. Yeah, you might get the guy but what did you achieve while doing so? I know you didn’t get enjoyment out of it so I don’t see how it is worth it.” 

His eyes fixed upon the dress she wore only to await and see what she was to say. The dress didn’t seem like her, but he wasn’t going to question it like he did the shoes. He could only figure that maybe the whole thing was planned by her Grandmother. Of course it had to have been or she’d not have attended any of it. He glanced out the corner of his eyes over to her. A smile appeared on his lips at her words. “Are you sure about that? I’m not your Grandmother so i’m not forcing you to stay in that dress.” He shook his head at the idea of he Grandmother controlling her.

As she began to talk about her fears he was hesitant to interrupt. She was finally beginning to ramble about something. Oddly, it was something he found relaxing and yet cute at the same time. It eliminated the worry that her mind was else where or she wasn’t comfortable. “It’s very understandable. Most people don’t like swimming in water with unknown creatures in them.” Looking over to her, his eyes locked with hers for a second before glancing away. Sitting his glass down on the railing he walked over to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist he rested his head on her shoulder. “It’s okay to ramble about something. I actually like when you ramble about something. So,  next time don’t apologize for it.” 

[frostontheiris]

"The enjoyment comes from getting the guy." Iris commented. Perhaps Mason would never know the thrills she got when he looked at her, or when he spoke sweetly to her, or when he touched her and kissed her.

 The words against her Grandmother stung a little. Not because they insinuated that her Grandmother was a controlling bitch, but because they pointed out how easily anyone could see she was a controlling bitch. How had Iris never seen how manipulated she had been over the years. She thought to tell Mason what she had learned about the block in her powers, the reason she had all those nosebleeds and fainting spells. But she bit her lip instead, it was hard enough for her to accept all that she had learned at the pageant, let alone speak the words out loud.

The anxiety of her discoveries underneath the nervousness of her girlish jitters felt like a shadow over her until Mason set his drink down and wrapped his arms around her. His head seemed to fit perfectly on her shoulder and she felt free to talk. She placed her own hands over Mason's and took a deep breath, readying herself for her next ramblings, though this time they would be about something very important.

"I found a box in a secret room in my basement. I couldn't open it or see anything about it, like with the paper we found. So I took it to Katherine to see if there was a spell on it or something. Well turns out there was, it was a spell to block my powers when it came to one person." Her eyes unfocused as she fell into her confession. She squeezed Mason's hands for the strength to keep talking. "Beathan Craig, my Father." She bit her lip to stop the tears that wanted to rush up before continuing. "He's been trying to reach me in spirit but the block was only hurting me when he tried. Now that it's gone he told me everything." Her voice began to chock up but Iris pushed past it. "I didn't want to believe him but when I confronted my family there was no denying it. They put a block so I would never find out about who he was, what he was," the sadness in her turned to rage as she spat out her last words. "Or what my Grandmother had done to him."

[adelaide-darcy]

…How the hell do you know that? 

[frostontheiris]

Oh sorry, I didn't mean to..... but then again I guess its a family trait. 

I'm a psychic.

[adelaide-darcy]

Bad day or something?

[frostontheiris]

Bad week, usually dancing helps but I guess not today. 

[Iris sighed] Airing out the family secrets can do that, I guess. You probably understand more than most.

[thebrooke-ohearn]

Really? i wouldn’t be able to handle that.

Thank you, but i won’t get mad if you ever do it because you can’t help it but i would get a little bit mad if you do it on purpose. It wouldn’t last long thought since its you.

[frostontheiris]

You get use to it after a few years.

I promised I wouldn't, didn't I? [Iris laughed] Really?

[adelaide-darcy]

Having fun?

[frostontheiris]

[Iris sighed] Not really, which is odd for me.

[frostontheiris]