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Time stamp: 02:47am.

Location: Ezra's sleeping chambers.

(pre natural-ish disaster)

He had awoken violently from the voices echoed through his head from multiple people speaking at the same time. Horrific memories he had carved himself from unwilling people over the years. Those memories that the owners had either forgotten themselves or were no longer alive to remember; he was now the one who shouldered them all. A burden he had self sacrificed like some gods forsaken idiotic self-deprecating self-made martyr no one had asked for to take on.

Ezra clamped his hands over his head, interlocking his fingers and drawing his knees up to his chin. He vaguely recognised his body rocking gently as he squeezed his eyes shut in poor attempts to block out those voices. He felt something wet drip down and hit his bare chest, realising in some self depraved horror that it was tears.

The pain pounding through his head didn't let up, even as his stomach twisted nastily when he heard his bedroom door creak open. There was only one other person in the house, no physical possible way for anyone that didn't live here to enter it. Ezra released his stiff fingers from the hold his hands had on themselves and pressed his palms against his eyes to try and somewhat hide the mortifying tears that would not stop leaking from his godsdamned eyeballs from Linden.

"Get out." He snarled at her.

#ezra;linden #post ball #pre event #Let's go oooo

alltrixnotrust

where: ballroom who: linden & ezra

the one and only (at least that she was willing to admit) good thing about being forced to marry? not having to be presented as a debutant for the masses. linden knew from a very early age that this would never be her fate. instead, she was forever tied to a dark, soiled magic feud solution of a sham marriage. taking a look at the man beside her, diligently making sure she didn't allow her eyes to linger, she sighed. "do you ever wonder what this would have been like for us?" maybe, had they been at a soiree like this, underneath of masks and unable to tell who one another was, they would have actually liked one another as they had when they were younger. maybe, had their families not meddled into their business and demanded that they marry, their pride wouldn't have gotten in the way and poisoned the care they once held for one another.

alas, here she stood with ezra, the man she was doomed to love fated to hate her. linds hid behind carefully acted contempt every day, there was no need for a mask like the one she was wearing. "i'm sure you would have loved trying to swoon a potential bride."

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There was a space between them, as much as Ezra dared allow under scrutiny of their elders. But despite the space he still felt suffocated, his chest tight and his lungs fighting for their life. He felt her eyes however brief glide over him and his fingers closed into fists.

"I don't have to try. It comes naturally." Ezra's smug words were calmer than his body, as if nothing was wrong and he didn't want to destroy everything in sight for even breathing the same air as Linden. As his wife. No amount of years would ever make him forget the moment the magic tied them together forever. He would never forget the way she had knocked the breath from his body when she walked through that door in her wedding dress.

Oh how he fucking hated the woman.

"See everyone looking?" Ezra gestured towards the room. "They're looking at me, not you. I'm gorgeous, Linds. You're... mediocre. "

Oh how he fucking loved the beautiful woman.

#ezra;linden #I'm cackling #Youre mediocre #Biggest lie in history

spellsandscandals

where: the ballroom with: caspian & open "ladies, ladies, one at a time! i do love multiples, but a man only has two hands to dance with." caspian grinned at the flock of ladies surrounding him, dazzling them with his smile and sharp canines. it seemed his mask didn't hide his identity very well when he had such a distinctive smile. he noticed someone appearing at his side, and he raised a brow teasingly. "trying to cut the line?"

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"I-- uh, no." Lorelai spoke more bluntly than she had meant to. Purely and shamefully taken aback the second he had looked her dead in the eye and spoken in that tone and with that mouth. "I-- uh, I just noticed, uh. " fuck sake Lore, spit it out already. She could practically hear her father's voice in her head, condemning her for the way she could never quite articulate her sentences fully in the way she was expected to.

Focus!

"You're bleeding." She instead pointed at him and then at the small trail he had seemed to have left like crumbs in a forest for someone to follow. Lorelai's eye for detail had alerted her to it. And like a lost child in the woods, she had followed the trail straight to this ridiculously cursedly freaking handsome man. "I uh, came to see if you needed some help not staining these lovely floors. I don't want to dance with you."

Liar.

#lore:caspian

spellsandscandals

where: the ballroom with: scarlet & open! gaining people's trust was far too easy for a sweet, innocent woman like scarlet. little did those in the ballroom truly know they had a viper in their midst. she'd been charming intel out of a baron when she noticed someone familiar beginning to make their way by. in a hushed whisper, her eyes flickered gold and the man she'd been talking to nodded, enchanted by scarlet's persuasion magic. in a quick movement, he tipped his wine all down the front of the person passing by. scarlet gasped, acting shocked. "oh, my! your beautiful gown/suit..." the man she'd enchanted looked confused for a moment, and profusely started apologizing while scarlet stood there, acting like an empathetic deer in headlights with her fan over her smirking mouth. what a scandal.

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Mother fucker. It took a split second too long for Ezra to rein in his temper. A split second that had a hand full of the man's jacket fisted between Ezra's fingers. Cold seeped through his wine soaked, and stained, suit. He ground his teeth, his gaze going from the red spreading across the soft grey fabric to the man's face.

"Oh, my."

The female voice rattled through him and Ezra forced himself to peel his fingers off his victim and brush down the dry side of his attire. "I strongly suggest you go home. Before your clumsiness gets someone hurt." The blond mage bit out carefully before turning his back on the man and facing the blonde lady hiding herself behind a fan.

Ezra clicked his tongue, recognition waving across him but not quite giving him a name to place with the masked woman. "Did you remain unscathed, my lady?"

Tightness coiled around his words, feeling a tremble rattle his fingers that curled back into a fist. Gods dammit, this had been a favourite suit.

#ezra;scarlet

spellsandscandals

where: the grand library, close to the ballroom with: open

it had not taken long for salem to grow tired of being asked to dance, or being flirted with. the rumour his intolerable step-mother had spread about him being on the lookout for a wife to pressure him to marry had been giving even commoners the gall to approach him. he glared at them until they ran away crying, which amused him as it unimpressed the queen. anything he could do to earn her ire was worth it. growing tired of the ball, salem exited with haste and made for the grand library, using his diversion magic to sneak away unseen. or so he had thought. the door cracked open just as he was pouring himself a glass of whiskey. he didn't bother to look up. "i should hope you have a good reason for interrupting," he warned whoever had joined him.

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"The reason is simply to not be in there. Even I would take your miserable face over the lot in the ballroom." Ezra took a seat on one of the plush armchairs, his fingers finding and pulling at a loose thread on the arm of the seat. "I take it that the night isn't going so splendid for you, brother?"

Gods help the lot of the unlucky unmarried circle this year. It already felt a lot more bloodthirsty than previous years.

"I expect I should probably thank my parents for setting my life up for me. At least I never had to sit through... whatever the fuck this is." Ezra gestured loosely towards the closed library doors.

#ezra;salem

spellsandscandals

where: the ballroom with: open cordelia had nearly revolted when maron had advised the king to include her in the list of debutantes. she was three and twenty, and the last thing she needed was to be put on display for people's entertainment. though she was used to doing that for gaining information, and she turned heads whenever she went. but putting on a white gown to symbolize her virtue? that had to be a joke. as the ball had progressed, cordelia had done as she had been instructed. she was there for one purpose alone, after all, and that was not seeking a husband. she gathered information, using her siren's voice to collect important pieces to report back to maron after the festivities. there was no shortage of suitors (thankfully her dance card only held so many names) but she did her duty, seducing men suspected to be loyal to emrys, and taunting them to tell her what in their minds was idle gossip, but in maron's eyes was ammunition. she couldn't exactly complain about the attention, though. attention, she did enjoy. being paraded around as some potential wife? that was not an interest of hers. still, she was loyal to maron and would do as she had been told. even salem danced with her, to her surprise. no doubt maron had something to do with that, too.

after what felt like an eternity on the dance floor, cordelia snuck away from her suitors to find a smaller refreshments table on the outskirts of the ballroom. there was only one other person there, and when they handed a glass of champagne to her, she smiled ever so devilishly. "all alone, i see." she admired their mask and lifted the glass to her red-tinted lips. "not searching for a.." what was the word? "love match?" she taunted in her mixed accent, clearly finding the whole thing ridiculous.

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"I'd rather search for a rusted splinter to take out my other eye than try for a love match." Ezra snorted. He picked up a glass of champagne for himself, swirling the contents and eyeing it before likely deciding it was worth the risk of poison if that meant he'd get out of this frivolous bullshit.

Ezra tipped the liquid past his lips and turned to lean his back against a wall. "But you, Cordy, shouldn't you be in there searching for that exact thing?" Amusement skittered across his features, knowing damn well exactly what would befall any poor fucker that landed her as a trophy wife. Cordelia wasn't the sort to allow just any man or woman to tell her what to do.

"Especially since you look absolutely ravishing tonight, my dear."

#ezra;cordelia