knightsoflegend | after-party ♔ april

after-party ♔ april

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (if you are uncertain if your character would be at the castle for this, ask!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || April 1st, 2016, 6:00PM [backdated]
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Her eyes close as his hand settles to her lower back. Everything seems to remind her of something she gave up. She ended things with him almost two years ago and now he's back in her life and where it felt like it could have just been so simple to slip back into what they could have had... now she's not sure if that's what she should want or not. Maybe she's not meant to be so comforted by his presence here. Maybe she's supposed to let it go.

She doesn't reply when he tells her that it'll be okay. She knows that eventually it will be. Eventually it'll get straightened out. She'll find answers or she'll just leave it behind. Right now, though, she can't really think about what part she's supposed to let go of. The things she hasn't felt or the things she gave up feeling.

She takes a few steps into the darkness of her room, dropping her heels with an unceremonious clatter to the floor. Her fingers move into her hair, pulling at pins and letting it fall in small gatherings of waves and curls. She didn't shut her door, but she figures Scott will either come in or he'll close it. She can't even be sure which one she wants right now.

Things had been going well. Really well, hadn't they? Why did she press? Why did she need to know why Isaac was upset?

She navigates to her dresser, pulling out a shirt and cotton shorts. The shorts go up under the skirt of her dress before she leans against the edge of the dresser itself to try and attempt to take the dress off. She knows that even though it's dark, Scott can probably see her. She looks up to try and see where he is.]

I can't -- I.

The zipper. [When she wasn't tired and a little inebriated she managed jsut fine on her own, but now she's trapped in this dress.]

[ Scott lingers in the doorway. At least until he hears the shoes hit the floor. He takes another step inside the dark room and for a moment his red eyes glow in the darkness. With her back turned she can't see him. Not his eyes anyways. He's silent as he watches her though. Not trying to invade her privacy or catch a glimpse, but he's worried about her. One wrong step in here in the dark--well, he just wants to make sure she's okay. Maybe for selfish reasons. He did tell her all of that.

He frowns as she struggles. When she just about asks for help Scott moves towards her. His hands don't shake. Which seems to be a nice change of pace. ] Okay. [ He comes up behind her and takes hold of the zipper. He pulls it down slowly to release her from the confines of the dress. Once it's down his hand lingers. Knuckles brushing her back before he steps back away from her. He turns around. ]

[She lets out a soft breath as his knuckles touch the bare of her back. It shouldn't be such a confusing moment, but it is. The dress falls a bit and she collects it in her hands before she lets it drop and she steps out of it carefully. She pins it between her hip and the dresser as she puts the t shirt on before moving to hang the dresser up over a nearby chair.]

Don't go anywhere. [She doesn't know why she told him that, but she did and now she can't take it back. She can't tell him that she changed her mind and really it wouldn't be true. She steps into the bathroom, the light bright and harsh as she flips it on. She blinks through a blurry moment and keeps her eyes squinting as she brushes her teeth of the alcohol taste. She flips off the light and now her own bedroom is even darker to her eyes. The shock of going from the bright of the bathroom to the dark of her room was a mistake.

She's full of mistakes.]

Are you near a lamp? There should be one on a table.

[ There's a part of him that worries that maybe he should go. Maybe she'd feel more comfortable. Maybe she's waiting for Scott to just excuse himself. Like she's being nice and letting him stick around. Maybe she feels sorry for Scott. He doesn't know. All he does know is that he feels weird. Like he shouldn't be here. Even though he wants to. He desperately wants to be here more than anything in the world. With her.

He does as she asks. He looks for a lamp. Which is easy to find with her instruction. Scott finds it simply and turns it on. He blinks at the sudden harsh invasion of brightness and then shakes his head. He steps back and looks in her direction. ] Climb in. I'll be right back. I promise. [ He steps to the door and then disappears into the hallway. ]

[Her hands rub at her eyes, the exhaustion starting to become something she's more aware of. There's also the lingering haze of the alcohol that's starting to become an issue. Before it had been just a warmth with a hint of dizzy. Now it feels more like she has battery acid in her stomach. She moves over to her bed and sits on it. She knows that he told her to climb in, but right now she doesn't think laying down is best. She stares at the doorway, waiting for him to return, her heels resting on the rail of her bedframe.]

[ It takes Scott an extra few moments to find what he's looking for. The bottle of water is easy from the fridge, but he doesn't have pain killers. So he has to find someone who does. He eventually finds the Tylenol he's looking for and returns to Allison's room. When he appears in the doorway his suspenders are dangling at his hips and his tie taken off. He smiles as he enters her room. ]

I got you a few things to help.

[When she hears him at the doorway, she looks up again. Somehow she'd gotten distracted by a loose thread on her shorts and she's been twisting it around the tip of her index finger. She's not anticipating the more relaxed look of Scott. The ease he has makes her almost wonder if she imagined all the weirdness she'd created. He brought her water and Tylenol, though, so she definitely did drink and definitely did get really upset.]

Thanks, Scott. [She releases her fingertip from the thread and glances to the spot beside her on the bed.] Can we talk? Just for a minute, I promise. [She's not really sure if it'll be a minute, but it feels safer just thinking that it'll be quick.]

I don't have anywhere else I'd rather be, Allison.

[ Which is the truth. Even if something did come up Scott wants to be here. Will always want to be right here with her. He approaches her night stand and puts the water along with the meds there. He steps back and then sits next to her on the bed. He turns on the bed a little. Placing a bent knee on it as he faces her like this. One foot still planted on the floor. ]

You okay? [ It's a question that's been on the tip of his tongue since all of this started. ]

[A nervous sound of amusement slips from her as she shakes her head.] Probably not, but I'll get better.

When we were talking about Stiles, it was hard for me to understand... [She is trying to make sure she chooses her words right. She knows that the alcohol is probably going to make this harder for her, but she's trying.]

I have a completely different perspective on it, now. [She looks up at him, really looks at him and sees exactly what she'd seen before. Scott McCall. Her first love. Someone she knows she'll always remember, always find. Even if he has a Kira or someone else, she'll still feel that way.]

It's not about leaving the past behind. It's about being afraid of what the past should mean for the present. [She pauses, thinking about how she said that and if it makes sense.]

Tonight... [She smiles, slightly, but it's a genuine smile, even if it isn't so broad. It's still pulled from a real moment, from real feelings that she knows she still has.] Tonight started out really good. Even with the little bit on the balcony, I think if I hadn't - [Her hand rubs at the nape of her neck, already feeling a bit gross from drinking all the alcohol.]

I shouldn't have asked. At least, not tonight. Not when everything had been so nice. When you had been so nice.

[ She's right. Maybe Stiles was right. Bringing up the past or things that have yet to happen yet here just brings more problems. He never should have told Lydia about what happened to Allison. He just burdened her because he didn't want to be alone. He hadn't found Malia and he didn't want to carry that by himself. He wanted someone else who knew how he felt about Allison to just know. It was wrong of him though. Not fair.

He doesn't look at Allison anymore. Instead he focuses on the mattress. Trying hard not to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. He wants to be careful. He wants to be delicate. He cares about Allison. So much. She's Allison. He's always going to love her. He told that. Told her he'd wait. She told him she was always going to love him as she bled out in his arms. ]

It's still nice, Allison. [ Scott reaches out to take her hand and squeezes it gently. His smile warm. ] I'm not mad. I'm still happy I got to spend the night with you.

[The inkling is to lean toward him, to nudge him with her shoulder, but even in her slightly tipsy state she can judge the distance between her shoulder and his and realizes that she'd end up toppled into his lap. (knowledge tactics 21). Instead, she just holds onto his hand and gives it a squeeze in return. She looks up at him, after staring at their hands, and smiles.]

Next time - I won't drink so much. [She probably won't drink at all.]

Alright. Deal. [ Because he doesn't want her to stop drinking completely. She should be able to. She's young. That's what young people do. He gets it. He does think that maybe it wasn't the wisest choice if she was already reeling from the information he told her about Isaac and Kira. ] Come on. Let's get you into bed.

[The sigh she exhales is a heavy one. It's filled with all of the things she knows she shouldn't have done, the questions that now have answers she's not sure she wanted, and the reminder of why it was so hard to let go of Scott when she knew she needed to. It could be so easy to try and slip back into what they had, to just let the time and distance fall aside - but that's not fair to either of them. She needs to talk to Isaac, to ask him questions, because she doesn't want to hurt anyone.

Nodding, she moves to pull at the covers of her bed. It feels a little odd that Scott is helping her get into bed, but she's grateful that he's there for her. Of course, now it's a thought that's weighed down by wondering if she's making him uncomfortable.

She tries to push it aside as she climbs into bed. Her hand reaching to pull at the covers.]

You didn't have to do this for me. [She knows that this is just how Scott is, but she still wants to make sure she expresses it.] I am glad that you did, though.

[ Maybe it's selfish of him to hold onto the past so tightly. It's reassuring though and it's helping him get through everything. Stiles not remembering him. Cora not knowing who he is. Lydia doesn't remember anything past what was happening with the Alpha Pack. Derek doesn't have a clue who he is. He can't find Liam. The only one even remotely close to what he remembers is Malia. But even she's behind. He feels a little like he's drowning. ]

I'm always gonna look out for you, Allison. [ He says once she's firmly tucked into her bed. He stares at her for an extra beat. ] Who else is gonna supply you with pens?

[There's a soft laugh at that remark, the way it feels familiar and comforting. Even if it took him a while to find his way here, even if she knows that he's still going to feel that pressure of information, even if she can't imagine all the ways he's trying to manage everything else - she's glad that he's here.]

Thanks, Scott. [She smiles again.] I should probably try to sleep.

[ He nods and Scott then gets off the bed. Letting her have her bed back to stretch out in. He fiddles with one of the suspenders down by his leg and then nods again. Probably too much nodding, but he's nervous. ]

I'll check on you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Allison. [ He steps to the door. ]

[She shifts a bit on her side as he gets up and moves to the door. She starts to say something, but stops herself. It might not be smart and it doesn't make anything easier on either of them. It's selfish and foolish, but she doesn't really want him to leave.]

Or... [There's more hesitation. More unsureness as she tries to figure out if she should keep talking.] Or you could stay.

[ He's reaching out for the door knob when she suggests he stay. Scott thinks it over for a split second and before he gets an actual outline of how this will go he spins around to face her. Smile still big. ]

Of course. [ He steps back towards the bed. ] Anything for you, Allison.

[She doesn't want to be alone and that's mostly because she realizes that if she's alone with all of her thoughts, she'll just over think everything Scott told her. She won't sleep, even if she needs to, and she'll just make herself sick. She knows that Scott will make sure she sleeps. That they can talk or not talk, but she won't be by herself.]

You don't -- I mean, if it's too weird. I just -- [She sighs, softly.] It's been a long night and I don't want to be alone. [She's been alone for two years. Even with Lydia here, it's still not as if they share a room. They both go on missions, both have training, both have other things that they do. She hasn't had someone to be with her, not in a while.]

I understand.

[ He's been alone for three years. Though that was of his own choosing. He had wanted to isolate himself after what happened with the Beast. It felt better to hide away. Keep himself tucked away in seclusion. Now though he doesn't want to be anywhere except for right here with Allison. Nostalgia and his heart win every time.

For a moment Scott thinks about where he's gonna place himself. Finally he takes a deep breath and goes around to the empty side of the bed. He gets on it and kicks his shoes off. He sits back against the head board and smiles at her. ] I'll stay as long as you need me to.

[Allison watches him debate his plan of action. When he decides on the bed, she rolls over to face him. Her one hand tucked beneath her pillow and the blankets pulled up around herself.

His offer is so genuine, so 'Scott' that she can't imagine what would have happened if she had forgotten him. To not have him in her life. She can't imagine how Stiles feels, but she can at least understand the notion of having so much of a future already determined and not wanting to hear that things didn't go the way they were meant to go.]

I think once I fall asleep, I won't argue if you leave.

[ It's like before. Almost. Like when they were together. When they would just lay in her bed. When they weren't all over each other. They could just relax. Melt together into the mattress and talk softly. Trying not to alert her father. The only difference is he isn't holding her. They're separate, but he can take that. At least they're close. That's good enough for Scott. ]

I've got time. [ He reassures her. He relaxes a little bit more. ]

Do you miss Ireland? [She wants to hear more about the Adventures of Scott McCall: Werewolf Island. Or something.]

I miss parts of it. I liked my home. It was mine. It was comfortable.

[ Sometimes dealing with strangers feels like a stretch. Despite his past ability to talk to anyone. ]

I miss the woods.

There are woods I do tracking in. It's about an hour from here. [She talks softly, almost into the covers that are pulled up around her.]

I should take you there one day.

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