devlish in my innocence

She is childhood, she is the dream you never want to wake up from. she kisses you in excitement one day and you never forget the way her lips feel. this is love, this is a castle you can never gain entry to

[iris-delacour]

She refused to look at him now, having a nice conversation with the man that was so gracefully dancing with her. Many though Iris great at schmoozing, but in truth, Iris was good at enjoying almost every conversation she had to have, regardless of who it was with. And so she ensured her entire attention was on this man in front of her, so as not to be rude. It’s not that she still didn’t know that the man was circling around her, she did, but there were more important things right now - like trying to figure out what this man had been saying for the past minute. 

It was almost her turn to reply when the waltz ended and another began, and she was gracefully interrupted from looking a fool (although she most definitely would have been able to find a way out of it). Silently, Iris shook her head no. Just because she didn’t quite play games like everyone around her didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the air of mystery surrounding the pair right now. Gently laying her hand on the tall mans shoulder, she let them fall quickly into rhythm before making her move. “Is dancing with strangers a specialty of yours, or am I just the lucky winner?” she asked, no hint of disdain or anger in her voice, only curiosity and wonder as she looked up at him. 

[schmidttywrites-blog]

“A bit of both?” he asked with a cheeky laugh, as they swirled around the room in time to the music. He still found it hard to believe sometimes that he had picked up a skill like being able to dance at these kind of events. It was certainly a skill he didn’t use in his regular day-to-day, and one that if his closest friends knew about would have given him shit for. “I do this out of necessity. And as a way to acquaint myself with people who are clearly very well acquainted with everyone else around them. Call it a selfish way to save myself from the social awkwardness of having to introduce myself to everyone with terrible small talk.” With a small tilt of his head, and the practiced smile, he looked down at her with her long eyelashes and sculpted face, “That isn’t a problem, I hope?”

[iris-delacour]

She only hummed in acknowledgment, head tilting to the side as she let herself lean on him so he could take the lead. The dancing was her favorite part, and she allowed herself to watch all the pretty dresses sway as everyone around her moved in beautiful ways. It was easy for her to zone out with the stranger, always dazzled by everything around her despite how accustomed she had become to most of them. “Quite literally waltz in, make an impression? I don’t know - I’m sure this could have it’s ‘awkward’ repricussions.” she shrugged, finally meeting his gaze with a raise of a perfectly arched brow.”It’s not a problem until the next song.” she joked.

[iris-delacour]

Iris had been told many times that she was devious in her looks, many believed her to pretend she didn’t know how attractive she was, use it to make others even more interested. This was far from the case, Iris knew - she loved how she looked, marveled every second, but she didn’t care much about using it, didn’t care much about the looks as long as she was happy with what she was doing. 

It was easy to look away from the stranger at first, Iris was stared at all the time. But in-between the shared giggles she and her few friends shared, in-between the gossip she didn’t pay attention to, this man kept staring at her, and she couldn’t help but catch his eye. For a second, she felt as if she had spilled something, ripped something on her dress, but after a quick check of making sure this wasn’t the case, she shot him a strange look from across the room, before being whisked away to dance with one of the donors, one of her fathers friends, her eyes still almost trained on the handsome stranger.

[schmidttywrites-blog]

Noah worked the room, eyes leaving the striking young woman as his attention turned to the others around him. As a rule of thumb it wasn’t wise to focus on a single target right off the bat, and Noah preferred to keep his options open, but there was something about the way that she carried herself that had a distinct air of difference compared to everyone else in the room. 

He slipped in and out of the crowd, schmoozing and socializing with whoever happened to stop him or cross his path. It was a skill to know where someone was in the room even without looking at them, and he always kept her within his peripherals, while simultaneously ensuring that he was in hers. The waltz that played overhead came to a gentle close, and it was then that Noah made his move. His lean figure cut through the crowd, and he materialized beside her and her partner, giving both of them a humble nod and a slight smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt but would you mind if I had the next dance?” 

[iris-delacour]

She refused to look at him now, having a nice conversation with the man that was so gracefully dancing with her. Many though Iris great at schmoozing, but in truth, Iris was good at enjoying almost every conversation she had to have, regardless of who it was with. And so she ensured her entire attention was on this man in front of her, so as not to be rude. It’s not that she still didn’t know that the man was circling around her, she did, but there were more important things right now - like trying to figure out what this man had been saying for the past minute. 

It was almost her turn to reply when the waltz ended and another began, and she was gracefully interrupted from looking a fool (although she most definitely would have been able to find a way out of it). Silently, Iris shook her head no. Just because she didn’t quite play games like everyone around her didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the air of mystery surrounding the pair right now. Gently laying her hand on the tall mans shoulder, she let them fall quickly into rhythm before making her move. “Is dancing with strangers a specialty of yours, or am I just the lucky winner?” she asked, no hint of disdain or anger in her voice, only curiosity and wonder as she looked up at him. 

[iris-delacour]

She rather loved these events… the extravagant dresses, the beautiful people. Unlike those around her, she didn’t loathe going to the galas and charity events, wasn’t forced by her parents. She loved dressing up, loved going around and seeing everyones eyes light up like the sky at the sight of her. Conceited? Maybe, but she loved entertaining almost as much as she loved the dresses she was blessed to afford. She would be running around laughing, but her mother told her she was supposed to be photographed serious. Putting on her best impersonation of half the girls she grew up with, she looked around the large hotel in which this one particular event was being held. She knew everyone here, that’s how it was supposed to be, how it always was, which was why it seemed as if the room fell silent when a stranger walked in - one that most certainly was not a name she recognized off the guest list. She ignored the whispers of “Who’s that?” next to her, just shrugging her shoulders as she kept him under her eye.

[schmidttywrites-blog]

There was something perverse about the build up to these events that Noah couldn’t deny that some part of him liked, even though he’d deny it till he ran out of breath. Getting ready and getting cleaned up was part of the act, part of his grand spectacle that happened every time he felt his alter ego had to surface. It was easy to gain access into the party of the rich and infamous, so long as you had the right connections, and that’s exactly what Noah had. Tonight had been no exception to the easy rule, and a fake name had magically appeared on the guest list, thus beginning his newest charade.

As far as anyone was concerned, the minute he stepped out of ‘his’ expensive Bentley and onto the pebbled pathway, he was Xavier Hou - a prodigal Taiwanese son, set to inherit a massive fortune. It was the talk of the party, and Noah could feel the wave of gossip that rippled across the room as soon as he walked in. He non-chalantly readjusted his cufflinks, practiced eyes scanning the room for the next step in his plan. It wasn’t long before a face stood out from the crowd, and he saw a pair of doe-like eyes flicker over him, before he allowed his eyes to fully meet hers. The game was on.

[iris-delacour]

Iris had been told many times that she was devious in her looks, many believed her to pretend she didn’t know how attractive she was, use it to make others even more interested. This was far from the case, Iris knew - she loved how she looked, marveled every second, but she didn’t care much about using it, didn’t care much about the looks as long as she was happy with what she was doing. 

It was easy to look away from the stranger at first, Iris was stared at all the time. But in-between the shared giggles she and her few friends shared, in-between the gossip she didn’t pay attention to, this man kept staring at her, and she couldn’t help but catch his eye. For a second, she felt as if she had spilled something, ripped something on her dress, but after a quick check of making sure this wasn’t the case, she shot him a strange look from across the room, before being whisked away to dance with one of the donors, one of her fathers friends, her eyes still almost trained on the handsome stranger.

[mondnymphe]

[sarah-kolb]

when he left i swallowed his name, shoved it down my esophagus. trapped it between my ribs. i couldn’t risk it being heard again. i feel it when i breathe in, and at night, it sits against my tongue. you never did do what you were told.

s.k. (via sarah-kolb)

[iris-delacour]

She rather loved these events... the extravagant dresses, the beautiful people. Unlike those around her, she didn’t loathe going to the galas and charity events, wasn’t forced by her parents. She loved dressing up, loved going around and seeing everyones eyes light up like the sky at the sight of her. Conceited? Maybe, but she loved entertaining almost as much as she loved the dresses she was blessed to afford. She would be running around laughing, but her mother told her she was supposed to be photographed serious. Putting on her best impersonation of half the girls she grew up with, she looked around the large hotel in which this one particular event was being held. She knew everyone here, that’s how it was supposed to be, how it always was, which was why it seemed as if the room fell silent when a stranger walked in - one that most certainly was not a name she recognized off the guest list. She ignored the whispers of “Who’s that?” next to her, just shrugging her shoulders as she kept him under her eye.