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Iason was drunk enough that he wasn't entirely confident who's home he was in anymore. Emilios, Stephanos, and Achilleas had brought him along to a party being thrown by someone somewhere for some reason, and since he was so rarely in town he'd been half bullied, half gently nudged into attending a social event with his cousins. If he'd had his way he would have stayed in for the evening, but it hadn't been presented as an option and so here he was with a glass of wine in his hand that had been refilled more times than he was able to count.
Standing in a corner, he was watching as the crowd got progressively louder and rowdier. His cousins were in there somewhere, flirting and joking, drinking and he thought at least in the case of Stephanos smoking something that he was familiar with from the last time he had partied with them. The hazy memories of the three men surprising him with a whore and a bard a few months back were haunting, and the last thing he wanted was to wake up under another table with a dry mouth and horrible headache. It was enough to keep him to wine instead of the other options on the wilder side.
He was sporting stubble on his cheeks, unlike the apparently fashionable shaved faces that his cousins all had. Every time he came to Vasiliadon he felt as if he was a wildman, an imposter who should just be contained to his hunting lodges in the forests. Certainly compared to the other well bred men he was somewhat feral, even if his manners were good and his reputation fairly spotless, his shyness and general distaste for socializing with those he didn't know set him apart. Some would argue that he had to do things like this more often in order to widen his circle of acquaintance, but when he tried he ended up here on the wall blending in unless he drank enough to build up his courage.
A glint of light hair caught his eye, and he turned to see a girl likely close to his own age, taking a moment to catch her breath from the madness happening before them as people danced and drank and ate. She was beautiful, prettier than most women he'd known aside from maybe the Leventi women who absolutely terrified him. He didn't even realize he'd started moving until he was almost upon her, the movement of his feet in her direction entirely unbidden by the mind. Mouth open to speak he hesitated for what was either just a breath or a full five minutes before taking a glass of wine from a passing servant and holding it out to her.
"Drink?"
Smooth, idiot. Real smooth.
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Iason was drunk enough that he wasn't entirely confident who's home he was in anymore. Emilios, Stephanos, and Achilleas had brought him along to a party being thrown by someone somewhere for some reason, and since he was so rarely in town he'd been half bullied, half gently nudged into attending a social event with his cousins. If he'd had his way he would have stayed in for the evening, but it hadn't been presented as an option and so here he was with a glass of wine in his hand that had been refilled more times than he was able to count.
Standing in a corner, he was watching as the crowd got progressively louder and rowdier. His cousins were in there somewhere, flirting and joking, drinking and he thought at least in the case of Stephanos smoking something that he was familiar with from the last time he had partied with them. The hazy memories of the three men surprising him with a whore and a bard a few months back were haunting, and the last thing he wanted was to wake up under another table with a dry mouth and horrible headache. It was enough to keep him to wine instead of the other options on the wilder side.
He was sporting stubble on his cheeks, unlike the apparently fashionable shaved faces that his cousins all had. Every time he came to Vasiliadon he felt as if he was a wildman, an imposter who should just be contained to his hunting lodges in the forests. Certainly compared to the other well bred men he was somewhat feral, even if his manners were good and his reputation fairly spotless, his shyness and general distaste for socializing with those he didn't know set him apart. Some would argue that he had to do things like this more often in order to widen his circle of acquaintance, but when he tried he ended up here on the wall blending in unless he drank enough to build up his courage.
A glint of light hair caught his eye, and he turned to see a girl likely close to his own age, taking a moment to catch her breath from the madness happening before them as people danced and drank and ate. She was beautiful, prettier than most women he'd known aside from maybe the Leventi women who absolutely terrified him. He didn't even realize he'd started moving until he was almost upon her, the movement of his feet in her direction entirely unbidden by the mind. Mouth open to speak he hesitated for what was either just a breath or a full five minutes before taking a glass of wine from a passing servant and holding it out to her.
"Drink?"
Smooth, idiot. Real smooth.
Iason was drunk enough that he wasn't entirely confident who's home he was in anymore. Emilios, Stephanos, and Achilleas had brought him along to a party being thrown by someone somewhere for some reason, and since he was so rarely in town he'd been half bullied, half gently nudged into attending a social event with his cousins. If he'd had his way he would have stayed in for the evening, but it hadn't been presented as an option and so here he was with a glass of wine in his hand that had been refilled more times than he was able to count.
Standing in a corner, he was watching as the crowd got progressively louder and rowdier. His cousins were in there somewhere, flirting and joking, drinking and he thought at least in the case of Stephanos smoking something that he was familiar with from the last time he had partied with them. The hazy memories of the three men surprising him with a whore and a bard a few months back were haunting, and the last thing he wanted was to wake up under another table with a dry mouth and horrible headache. It was enough to keep him to wine instead of the other options on the wilder side.
He was sporting stubble on his cheeks, unlike the apparently fashionable shaved faces that his cousins all had. Every time he came to Vasiliadon he felt as if he was a wildman, an imposter who should just be contained to his hunting lodges in the forests. Certainly compared to the other well bred men he was somewhat feral, even if his manners were good and his reputation fairly spotless, his shyness and general distaste for socializing with those he didn't know set him apart. Some would argue that he had to do things like this more often in order to widen his circle of acquaintance, but when he tried he ended up here on the wall blending in unless he drank enough to build up his courage.
A glint of light hair caught his eye, and he turned to see a girl likely close to his own age, taking a moment to catch her breath from the madness happening before them as people danced and drank and ate. She was beautiful, prettier than most women he'd known aside from maybe the Leventi women who absolutely terrified him. He didn't even realize he'd started moving until he was almost upon her, the movement of his feet in her direction entirely unbidden by the mind. Mouth open to speak he hesitated for what was either just a breath or a full five minutes before taking a glass of wine from a passing servant and holding it out to her.
"Drink?"
Smooth, idiot. Real smooth.
At least Eleni’s evening was shaping up far better than her day had. Of course, all things considered, that was a pretty easy feat to accomplish. Her day had been rather miserable. Her mother had decided today was a perfect day to lecture her for hours upon end about her numerous flaws. As if her mother had a leg to stand on in such matters. As if Eleni wasn’t acutely aware of each of the woman’s shortcomings. As if she hadn’t witnessed the numerous men who came and went from her mother’s chambers. The blatant greed and ambition she wore like some fine jewel. It disgusted her daughter and yet the men of her family seemed intent on turning a blind eye forever. Reminding Eleni that she should respect her mother and her wisdom.
The one thing she knew, was she was not going to be like her mother. She might lose herself in the pleasures of men and wine night after night, but when the time came to be wed... she would take those vows seriously. Because nothing could be more miserable than a marriage like that of her parents she was certain.
As soon as she was able, she had slipped away into the night. She’d heard tell of a party and that was exactly what she needed. To let the music drown out the taunts and whispers that still lingered in her mind. To let the wine blur the unpleasantness within her away. Maybe she’d get lucky, find a man to kiss in some dark corner, something to make her feel almost good. Yes, that was what she needed now.
How long she danced, she couldn’t be certain, but it was enough to chase away what haunted her. The three glasses of fine wine she’d begun the night with certainly didn’t hurt either. Finally, she broke free of the crowd, face flushed and a small smile on her lips, to lean against the wall and catch her breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the way her heart raced still. It was the sound of nearing footsteps that made her eyes flutter open, glancing about for the source. Her mouth went dry when she saw who it was.
Iason of Dimitrou. Their fathers had done business for many years so of course she was familiar with the family’s heir. Enough to recognize him easily enough. Would he remember her at all? Probably not. After all, she was just a merchant’s daughter - no one worth remembering. She watched him with wide eyes as he opened his mouth to speak, waiting to see what he might say. He grabbed a glass of wine from a passing servant and offered it to her at last. Others might have laughed at his hesitance and the awkwardness it created, but instead, Eleni found it endearing. It suited him somehow and lent a sincerity that the most perfectly honeyed words could never hold.
“That sounds lovely, thank you,” she answered with a smile, reaching out to accept the wine. Her fingers brushed against his own as she took hold of the glass, and she could swear the simple touch sent lightning through her veins. Enough to embolden the blush that already existed upon her fair skin. She lifted the goblet to her lips as she tried to think of something vaguely interesting to say.
“I’m fortunate you decided to catch your breath at the same time I did.”
She looked up at him with a sweet smile, but inwardly she was cringing. Really? That was the best she could manage? Though what did it matter, truly? His reputation spoke for itself. He wasn’t like his royal cousins who thrived in this sort of environment. Which meant the two of them couldn’t be more different. Surely his gaze would quickly wander to someone more worthy of his attention. A proper lady rather than a poor substitute such as her.
“How are you enjoying the festivities?”
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At least Eleni’s evening was shaping up far better than her day had. Of course, all things considered, that was a pretty easy feat to accomplish. Her day had been rather miserable. Her mother had decided today was a perfect day to lecture her for hours upon end about her numerous flaws. As if her mother had a leg to stand on in such matters. As if Eleni wasn’t acutely aware of each of the woman’s shortcomings. As if she hadn’t witnessed the numerous men who came and went from her mother’s chambers. The blatant greed and ambition she wore like some fine jewel. It disgusted her daughter and yet the men of her family seemed intent on turning a blind eye forever. Reminding Eleni that she should respect her mother and her wisdom.
The one thing she knew, was she was not going to be like her mother. She might lose herself in the pleasures of men and wine night after night, but when the time came to be wed... she would take those vows seriously. Because nothing could be more miserable than a marriage like that of her parents she was certain.
As soon as she was able, she had slipped away into the night. She’d heard tell of a party and that was exactly what she needed. To let the music drown out the taunts and whispers that still lingered in her mind. To let the wine blur the unpleasantness within her away. Maybe she’d get lucky, find a man to kiss in some dark corner, something to make her feel almost good. Yes, that was what she needed now.
How long she danced, she couldn’t be certain, but it was enough to chase away what haunted her. The three glasses of fine wine she’d begun the night with certainly didn’t hurt either. Finally, she broke free of the crowd, face flushed and a small smile on her lips, to lean against the wall and catch her breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the way her heart raced still. It was the sound of nearing footsteps that made her eyes flutter open, glancing about for the source. Her mouth went dry when she saw who it was.
Iason of Dimitrou. Their fathers had done business for many years so of course she was familiar with the family’s heir. Enough to recognize him easily enough. Would he remember her at all? Probably not. After all, she was just a merchant’s daughter - no one worth remembering. She watched him with wide eyes as he opened his mouth to speak, waiting to see what he might say. He grabbed a glass of wine from a passing servant and offered it to her at last. Others might have laughed at his hesitance and the awkwardness it created, but instead, Eleni found it endearing. It suited him somehow and lent a sincerity that the most perfectly honeyed words could never hold.
“That sounds lovely, thank you,” she answered with a smile, reaching out to accept the wine. Her fingers brushed against his own as she took hold of the glass, and she could swear the simple touch sent lightning through her veins. Enough to embolden the blush that already existed upon her fair skin. She lifted the goblet to her lips as she tried to think of something vaguely interesting to say.
“I’m fortunate you decided to catch your breath at the same time I did.”
She looked up at him with a sweet smile, but inwardly she was cringing. Really? That was the best she could manage? Though what did it matter, truly? His reputation spoke for itself. He wasn’t like his royal cousins who thrived in this sort of environment. Which meant the two of them couldn’t be more different. Surely his gaze would quickly wander to someone more worthy of his attention. A proper lady rather than a poor substitute such as her.
“How are you enjoying the festivities?”
At least Eleni’s evening was shaping up far better than her day had. Of course, all things considered, that was a pretty easy feat to accomplish. Her day had been rather miserable. Her mother had decided today was a perfect day to lecture her for hours upon end about her numerous flaws. As if her mother had a leg to stand on in such matters. As if Eleni wasn’t acutely aware of each of the woman’s shortcomings. As if she hadn’t witnessed the numerous men who came and went from her mother’s chambers. The blatant greed and ambition she wore like some fine jewel. It disgusted her daughter and yet the men of her family seemed intent on turning a blind eye forever. Reminding Eleni that she should respect her mother and her wisdom.
The one thing she knew, was she was not going to be like her mother. She might lose herself in the pleasures of men and wine night after night, but when the time came to be wed... she would take those vows seriously. Because nothing could be more miserable than a marriage like that of her parents she was certain.
As soon as she was able, she had slipped away into the night. She’d heard tell of a party and that was exactly what she needed. To let the music drown out the taunts and whispers that still lingered in her mind. To let the wine blur the unpleasantness within her away. Maybe she’d get lucky, find a man to kiss in some dark corner, something to make her feel almost good. Yes, that was what she needed now.
How long she danced, she couldn’t be certain, but it was enough to chase away what haunted her. The three glasses of fine wine she’d begun the night with certainly didn’t hurt either. Finally, she broke free of the crowd, face flushed and a small smile on her lips, to lean against the wall and catch her breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the way her heart raced still. It was the sound of nearing footsteps that made her eyes flutter open, glancing about for the source. Her mouth went dry when she saw who it was.
Iason of Dimitrou. Their fathers had done business for many years so of course she was familiar with the family’s heir. Enough to recognize him easily enough. Would he remember her at all? Probably not. After all, she was just a merchant’s daughter - no one worth remembering. She watched him with wide eyes as he opened his mouth to speak, waiting to see what he might say. He grabbed a glass of wine from a passing servant and offered it to her at last. Others might have laughed at his hesitance and the awkwardness it created, but instead, Eleni found it endearing. It suited him somehow and lent a sincerity that the most perfectly honeyed words could never hold.
“That sounds lovely, thank you,” she answered with a smile, reaching out to accept the wine. Her fingers brushed against his own as she took hold of the glass, and she could swear the simple touch sent lightning through her veins. Enough to embolden the blush that already existed upon her fair skin. She lifted the goblet to her lips as she tried to think of something vaguely interesting to say.
“I’m fortunate you decided to catch your breath at the same time I did.”
She looked up at him with a sweet smile, but inwardly she was cringing. Really? That was the best she could manage? Though what did it matter, truly? His reputation spoke for itself. He wasn’t like his royal cousins who thrived in this sort of environment. Which meant the two of them couldn’t be more different. Surely his gaze would quickly wander to someone more worthy of his attention. A proper lady rather than a poor substitute such as her.
“How are you enjoying the festivities?”
She was familiar, but he hadn't put a name to the face just yet. It would be humiliating when he finally did recognize her, the number of times he'd seen her along with her father when he came for business meetings with his own was countless. At the moment though he was blissfully unaware of his potential humiliation as she accepted the offered drink. She smiled, their fingers brushed and he grinned back. Perhaps he could do this, have a conversation with a pretty girl and share a drink and a few laughs. If the Mikaelidas men could do it, so could he.
"Oh, uh yes. I haven't danced, just gathering courage." Iason took a deep drink from his glass, looking back out over the crowd of dancers and wondering if perhaps he should have started with a dance. If he was being honest he didn't know if he could dance, there hadn't been much call for it in his life in the woods and fields of Chaoedia and Meganea. Most of his movement came from training horses and working in the fields alongside the tenants, less so the elegant movements that dancing seemed to require.
Perhaps it was the way she tilted her head when she spoke to him, or her voice on his ears that finally made him realize who she was. His smile widened as he looked down not at a girl he'd never met before but one he was familiar with on at least a casual level. This was a relief, it immediately allowed him to take a deeper breath and ease into the moment. This was talking to a friend, something he could relax into, and he leaned against the wall with ease.
"I don't enjoy things like this." That was a much more blunt response than he'd expected but he was too intoxicated to walk it back. "I'm better one on one, instead of this." Iason gestured to the party beyond them, the antics growing wilder by the moment. "I haven't seen you lately, with your father. Do you not travel with him anymore?"
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She was familiar, but he hadn't put a name to the face just yet. It would be humiliating when he finally did recognize her, the number of times he'd seen her along with her father when he came for business meetings with his own was countless. At the moment though he was blissfully unaware of his potential humiliation as she accepted the offered drink. She smiled, their fingers brushed and he grinned back. Perhaps he could do this, have a conversation with a pretty girl and share a drink and a few laughs. If the Mikaelidas men could do it, so could he.
"Oh, uh yes. I haven't danced, just gathering courage." Iason took a deep drink from his glass, looking back out over the crowd of dancers and wondering if perhaps he should have started with a dance. If he was being honest he didn't know if he could dance, there hadn't been much call for it in his life in the woods and fields of Chaoedia and Meganea. Most of his movement came from training horses and working in the fields alongside the tenants, less so the elegant movements that dancing seemed to require.
Perhaps it was the way she tilted her head when she spoke to him, or her voice on his ears that finally made him realize who she was. His smile widened as he looked down not at a girl he'd never met before but one he was familiar with on at least a casual level. This was a relief, it immediately allowed him to take a deeper breath and ease into the moment. This was talking to a friend, something he could relax into, and he leaned against the wall with ease.
"I don't enjoy things like this." That was a much more blunt response than he'd expected but he was too intoxicated to walk it back. "I'm better one on one, instead of this." Iason gestured to the party beyond them, the antics growing wilder by the moment. "I haven't seen you lately, with your father. Do you not travel with him anymore?"
She was familiar, but he hadn't put a name to the face just yet. It would be humiliating when he finally did recognize her, the number of times he'd seen her along with her father when he came for business meetings with his own was countless. At the moment though he was blissfully unaware of his potential humiliation as she accepted the offered drink. She smiled, their fingers brushed and he grinned back. Perhaps he could do this, have a conversation with a pretty girl and share a drink and a few laughs. If the Mikaelidas men could do it, so could he.
"Oh, uh yes. I haven't danced, just gathering courage." Iason took a deep drink from his glass, looking back out over the crowd of dancers and wondering if perhaps he should have started with a dance. If he was being honest he didn't know if he could dance, there hadn't been much call for it in his life in the woods and fields of Chaoedia and Meganea. Most of his movement came from training horses and working in the fields alongside the tenants, less so the elegant movements that dancing seemed to require.
Perhaps it was the way she tilted her head when she spoke to him, or her voice on his ears that finally made him realize who she was. His smile widened as he looked down not at a girl he'd never met before but one he was familiar with on at least a casual level. This was a relief, it immediately allowed him to take a deeper breath and ease into the moment. This was talking to a friend, something he could relax into, and he leaned against the wall with ease.
"I don't enjoy things like this." That was a much more blunt response than he'd expected but he was too intoxicated to walk it back. "I'm better one on one, instead of this." Iason gestured to the party beyond them, the antics growing wilder by the moment. "I haven't seen you lately, with your father. Do you not travel with him anymore?"
He grinned at her and she felt her heart skip a beat at the sight. Something about him always seemed to undo her. Maybe it was a callback to their childhood innocence. Eleni turned towards him instinctively, so only one arm was pressed to the wall and she had to strain less to look up at him. His confession earned a soft, though not unkind, laugh. “Wine is certainly good for that, no?” She lifted her glass to clink lightly against his before taking another sip herself. “Perhaps if I’m lucky, you’ll save a dance for me once the wine has done its work.”
She saw the moment he relaxed, though she couldn’t begin to understand why. It was like the tension in him suddenly faded and his smile widened all the more as he looked down at her with a new sort of warmth. The look in his eyes put into motion a frenzy of butterflies deep in her stomach. When was the last time she had felt that? Years at least...
His honesty was refreshing, even if it was surprising. Yet it made her grin all the more. It wasn’t something she was used to. She was always surrounded by pretty lies. “One on one is usually far more satisfying than a crowd,” she teased with a wry grin. She knew nothing would happen between them after all, but there was no harm in a little flirting. He was cute when he was flustered. What was the harm in enjoying this just a little, for as long as it lasted.
Her eyes met his as he made mention of her father though. So that was what the shift earlier had been. He had recognized her after all. She laughed softly. “Sadly not so much. He seems to think I’m better off staying in the city with my mother instead.” She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter that I’d rather be with him.” A small sigh. “It’s a shame too, visits to your family’s estates were always the best. Maybe next time you can ask about me. Guilt him into bringing me along again sometime,” she teased before taking another sip of her wine. She had no expectations of course, but a girl could hope. She nodded towards his glass with a small smile.
“Feeling brave yet?”
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He grinned at her and she felt her heart skip a beat at the sight. Something about him always seemed to undo her. Maybe it was a callback to their childhood innocence. Eleni turned towards him instinctively, so only one arm was pressed to the wall and she had to strain less to look up at him. His confession earned a soft, though not unkind, laugh. “Wine is certainly good for that, no?” She lifted her glass to clink lightly against his before taking another sip herself. “Perhaps if I’m lucky, you’ll save a dance for me once the wine has done its work.”
She saw the moment he relaxed, though she couldn’t begin to understand why. It was like the tension in him suddenly faded and his smile widened all the more as he looked down at her with a new sort of warmth. The look in his eyes put into motion a frenzy of butterflies deep in her stomach. When was the last time she had felt that? Years at least...
His honesty was refreshing, even if it was surprising. Yet it made her grin all the more. It wasn’t something she was used to. She was always surrounded by pretty lies. “One on one is usually far more satisfying than a crowd,” she teased with a wry grin. She knew nothing would happen between them after all, but there was no harm in a little flirting. He was cute when he was flustered. What was the harm in enjoying this just a little, for as long as it lasted.
Her eyes met his as he made mention of her father though. So that was what the shift earlier had been. He had recognized her after all. She laughed softly. “Sadly not so much. He seems to think I’m better off staying in the city with my mother instead.” She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter that I’d rather be with him.” A small sigh. “It’s a shame too, visits to your family’s estates were always the best. Maybe next time you can ask about me. Guilt him into bringing me along again sometime,” she teased before taking another sip of her wine. She had no expectations of course, but a girl could hope. She nodded towards his glass with a small smile.
“Feeling brave yet?”
He grinned at her and she felt her heart skip a beat at the sight. Something about him always seemed to undo her. Maybe it was a callback to their childhood innocence. Eleni turned towards him instinctively, so only one arm was pressed to the wall and she had to strain less to look up at him. His confession earned a soft, though not unkind, laugh. “Wine is certainly good for that, no?” She lifted her glass to clink lightly against his before taking another sip herself. “Perhaps if I’m lucky, you’ll save a dance for me once the wine has done its work.”
She saw the moment he relaxed, though she couldn’t begin to understand why. It was like the tension in him suddenly faded and his smile widened all the more as he looked down at her with a new sort of warmth. The look in his eyes put into motion a frenzy of butterflies deep in her stomach. When was the last time she had felt that? Years at least...
His honesty was refreshing, even if it was surprising. Yet it made her grin all the more. It wasn’t something she was used to. She was always surrounded by pretty lies. “One on one is usually far more satisfying than a crowd,” she teased with a wry grin. She knew nothing would happen between them after all, but there was no harm in a little flirting. He was cute when he was flustered. What was the harm in enjoying this just a little, for as long as it lasted.
Her eyes met his as he made mention of her father though. So that was what the shift earlier had been. He had recognized her after all. She laughed softly. “Sadly not so much. He seems to think I’m better off staying in the city with my mother instead.” She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter that I’d rather be with him.” A small sigh. “It’s a shame too, visits to your family’s estates were always the best. Maybe next time you can ask about me. Guilt him into bringing me along again sometime,” she teased before taking another sip of her wine. She had no expectations of course, but a girl could hope. She nodded towards his glass with a small smile.
“Feeling brave yet?”
"You don't want to dance with me, I don't know how."
And now Iason was entirely sure that he was drunk, would have some sort of horrible hangover in the morning, and definitely say things that he would regret when he had the presence of mind. It was just lucky for him that now was not one of those times. Any filter he had, which was rare to begin with, had entirely vanished and now here he was telling a beautiful woman that he was no good at dancing or anything at all at parties. Was it any wonder that he was twenty-four now and had never been kissed?
Most women at the Taengean court had given up even bothering with him, they thought he was boring and feral, which somehow even through contrary descriptions meant he spent most of his time hiding from court whenever possible. It was thanks to his cousins bidding that he even came to the capitol at all, that and when he had duty as a senator. Most of the time he simply listened and voted with his father, still uncertain about the way things were run and trusting the older men like his father and the king to determine how things would be best done.
"You should come with him next time. So I don't have to come into the city to see you." He didn't really know what he was saying, as if he was realizing now that one of the reasons he had come into Vasiliadon was to see her since she hadn't come out to Meganea when he was around. Did he feel more for her than he'd thought? It wasn't as if anything would come from it, she was here in the city living an exciting life of dancing and parties that he couldn't offer in the country. And anyway, he supposed he should marry to better the family name. Not that it was something required of him, but something he felt he should do.
Her question caught him off guard and he realized he'd just been staring at her as he thought, his cheeks flushing slightly as he hoped it had just been a moment instead of staring at her for ages. In response he swallowed, looking down at his wine and draining the cup before nodding. "Braver, I think. Please don't make me dance?" His tone was pleading, the words not quite slurred but certainly not perfectly poised and thought out as he usually tried to be. Actually, if he was being honest, he needed some air and he didn't want to go alone.
"I ah.." He hesitated, leaning into her closer than was probably necessary to whisper into her ear. "I need, to get some air. Will you come with me? Make sure I don't fall over any balcony railings?"
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"You don't want to dance with me, I don't know how."
And now Iason was entirely sure that he was drunk, would have some sort of horrible hangover in the morning, and definitely say things that he would regret when he had the presence of mind. It was just lucky for him that now was not one of those times. Any filter he had, which was rare to begin with, had entirely vanished and now here he was telling a beautiful woman that he was no good at dancing or anything at all at parties. Was it any wonder that he was twenty-four now and had never been kissed?
Most women at the Taengean court had given up even bothering with him, they thought he was boring and feral, which somehow even through contrary descriptions meant he spent most of his time hiding from court whenever possible. It was thanks to his cousins bidding that he even came to the capitol at all, that and when he had duty as a senator. Most of the time he simply listened and voted with his father, still uncertain about the way things were run and trusting the older men like his father and the king to determine how things would be best done.
"You should come with him next time. So I don't have to come into the city to see you." He didn't really know what he was saying, as if he was realizing now that one of the reasons he had come into Vasiliadon was to see her since she hadn't come out to Meganea when he was around. Did he feel more for her than he'd thought? It wasn't as if anything would come from it, she was here in the city living an exciting life of dancing and parties that he couldn't offer in the country. And anyway, he supposed he should marry to better the family name. Not that it was something required of him, but something he felt he should do.
Her question caught him off guard and he realized he'd just been staring at her as he thought, his cheeks flushing slightly as he hoped it had just been a moment instead of staring at her for ages. In response he swallowed, looking down at his wine and draining the cup before nodding. "Braver, I think. Please don't make me dance?" His tone was pleading, the words not quite slurred but certainly not perfectly poised and thought out as he usually tried to be. Actually, if he was being honest, he needed some air and he didn't want to go alone.
"I ah.." He hesitated, leaning into her closer than was probably necessary to whisper into her ear. "I need, to get some air. Will you come with me? Make sure I don't fall over any balcony railings?"
"You don't want to dance with me, I don't know how."
And now Iason was entirely sure that he was drunk, would have some sort of horrible hangover in the morning, and definitely say things that he would regret when he had the presence of mind. It was just lucky for him that now was not one of those times. Any filter he had, which was rare to begin with, had entirely vanished and now here he was telling a beautiful woman that he was no good at dancing or anything at all at parties. Was it any wonder that he was twenty-four now and had never been kissed?
Most women at the Taengean court had given up even bothering with him, they thought he was boring and feral, which somehow even through contrary descriptions meant he spent most of his time hiding from court whenever possible. It was thanks to his cousins bidding that he even came to the capitol at all, that and when he had duty as a senator. Most of the time he simply listened and voted with his father, still uncertain about the way things were run and trusting the older men like his father and the king to determine how things would be best done.
"You should come with him next time. So I don't have to come into the city to see you." He didn't really know what he was saying, as if he was realizing now that one of the reasons he had come into Vasiliadon was to see her since she hadn't come out to Meganea when he was around. Did he feel more for her than he'd thought? It wasn't as if anything would come from it, she was here in the city living an exciting life of dancing and parties that he couldn't offer in the country. And anyway, he supposed he should marry to better the family name. Not that it was something required of him, but something he felt he should do.
Her question caught him off guard and he realized he'd just been staring at her as he thought, his cheeks flushing slightly as he hoped it had just been a moment instead of staring at her for ages. In response he swallowed, looking down at his wine and draining the cup before nodding. "Braver, I think. Please don't make me dance?" His tone was pleading, the words not quite slurred but certainly not perfectly poised and thought out as he usually tried to be. Actually, if he was being honest, he needed some air and he didn't want to go alone.
"I ah.." He hesitated, leaning into her closer than was probably necessary to whisper into her ear. "I need, to get some air. Will you come with me? Make sure I don't fall over any balcony railings?"
“That doesn’t matter. I still want to dance with you,” she answered simply with a shrug. She offered him a wide grin and a playful nudge of his arm. “It could be fun, if you were willing to try. I promise I won’t let you embarrass yourself. All you’d need to do is hold on to me. It’s that easy.” It was a nice little fantasy, the two of them dancing the night away. Holding onto each other...
It would never happen. Of course not. She wasn’t the sort of girl whose dreams came true.
It seemed the wine had loosened her tongue. She was being far too honest. The last thing she wanted was to chase him away. So she let him off the hook with a good-natured laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t force you into anything. But I had to at least try, didn’t I?” Another small shrug. Playing like she didn’t care if he refused her. Like it was all some big joke, and not something that she wanted. Something that she had thought about.
Her eyes went wide, placing a hand over her heart at his suggestion. “You would come all the way into the city you loathe, just for little ol’ me?” She didn’t dare believe it was true. Their paths might cross once in a blue moon, but he wouldn’t travel just to see her. That would be ridiculous. Besides, what were the odds he’d actually remember this conversation come tomorrow? Perhaps it was that thought that gave her the courage to concede. “You’re right. Maybe I’ll just have to not give him a choice but to take me along. It’s been too long since the last time I came to visit...”
Why did her mouth seem so dry all of a sudden? She took another long drink of her wine, hoping that might help. Her eyebrow quirked upwards slightly as he drained his cup. What was he trying to summon his courage for? His plea caught her off guard and tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted that dance, that magical moment between them to cherish forever. But she couldn’t deny him anything, not when he looked at her so endearingly. “You’re safe. I won’t,” she said softly, hoping that would hide any trace of disappointment in her voice.
’I ah...’ There it was. He was politely making his excuses and walking away. At least it had lasted this long. He had remembered her. Teased about seeing her again. That was something worth remembering. He leaned close and she dipped her head, letting her hair fall forward, ready to obscure whatever flicker of emotion might betray her as he made his exit.
’Will you come with me?’
That got her attention. He wanted her company? “Of course,” she answered quickly - too quickly. She flushed, praying he wouldn’t notice. She had sworn to never let anyone near her heart again. Especially not someone so far out of her reach. But one night... she could indulge for just one night. Like a fine wine. Just one taste to last a lifetime. That wasn’t so unreasonable.
Eleni cleared her throat slightly, lifting her chin to look up at him, finding him incredibly close. Temptingly close. One hand slid up his arm, wrapping around his bicep lightly. “I could never abandon you in your hour of need. You’re far too pretty to be taking tumbles over balconies. Let’s get some air.”
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“That doesn’t matter. I still want to dance with you,” she answered simply with a shrug. She offered him a wide grin and a playful nudge of his arm. “It could be fun, if you were willing to try. I promise I won’t let you embarrass yourself. All you’d need to do is hold on to me. It’s that easy.” It was a nice little fantasy, the two of them dancing the night away. Holding onto each other...
It would never happen. Of course not. She wasn’t the sort of girl whose dreams came true.
It seemed the wine had loosened her tongue. She was being far too honest. The last thing she wanted was to chase him away. So she let him off the hook with a good-natured laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t force you into anything. But I had to at least try, didn’t I?” Another small shrug. Playing like she didn’t care if he refused her. Like it was all some big joke, and not something that she wanted. Something that she had thought about.
Her eyes went wide, placing a hand over her heart at his suggestion. “You would come all the way into the city you loathe, just for little ol’ me?” She didn’t dare believe it was true. Their paths might cross once in a blue moon, but he wouldn’t travel just to see her. That would be ridiculous. Besides, what were the odds he’d actually remember this conversation come tomorrow? Perhaps it was that thought that gave her the courage to concede. “You’re right. Maybe I’ll just have to not give him a choice but to take me along. It’s been too long since the last time I came to visit...”
Why did her mouth seem so dry all of a sudden? She took another long drink of her wine, hoping that might help. Her eyebrow quirked upwards slightly as he drained his cup. What was he trying to summon his courage for? His plea caught her off guard and tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted that dance, that magical moment between them to cherish forever. But she couldn’t deny him anything, not when he looked at her so endearingly. “You’re safe. I won’t,” she said softly, hoping that would hide any trace of disappointment in her voice.
’I ah...’ There it was. He was politely making his excuses and walking away. At least it had lasted this long. He had remembered her. Teased about seeing her again. That was something worth remembering. He leaned close and she dipped her head, letting her hair fall forward, ready to obscure whatever flicker of emotion might betray her as he made his exit.
’Will you come with me?’
That got her attention. He wanted her company? “Of course,” she answered quickly - too quickly. She flushed, praying he wouldn’t notice. She had sworn to never let anyone near her heart again. Especially not someone so far out of her reach. But one night... she could indulge for just one night. Like a fine wine. Just one taste to last a lifetime. That wasn’t so unreasonable.
Eleni cleared her throat slightly, lifting her chin to look up at him, finding him incredibly close. Temptingly close. One hand slid up his arm, wrapping around his bicep lightly. “I could never abandon you in your hour of need. You’re far too pretty to be taking tumbles over balconies. Let’s get some air.”
“That doesn’t matter. I still want to dance with you,” she answered simply with a shrug. She offered him a wide grin and a playful nudge of his arm. “It could be fun, if you were willing to try. I promise I won’t let you embarrass yourself. All you’d need to do is hold on to me. It’s that easy.” It was a nice little fantasy, the two of them dancing the night away. Holding onto each other...
It would never happen. Of course not. She wasn’t the sort of girl whose dreams came true.
It seemed the wine had loosened her tongue. She was being far too honest. The last thing she wanted was to chase him away. So she let him off the hook with a good-natured laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t force you into anything. But I had to at least try, didn’t I?” Another small shrug. Playing like she didn’t care if he refused her. Like it was all some big joke, and not something that she wanted. Something that she had thought about.
Her eyes went wide, placing a hand over her heart at his suggestion. “You would come all the way into the city you loathe, just for little ol’ me?” She didn’t dare believe it was true. Their paths might cross once in a blue moon, but he wouldn’t travel just to see her. That would be ridiculous. Besides, what were the odds he’d actually remember this conversation come tomorrow? Perhaps it was that thought that gave her the courage to concede. “You’re right. Maybe I’ll just have to not give him a choice but to take me along. It’s been too long since the last time I came to visit...”
Why did her mouth seem so dry all of a sudden? She took another long drink of her wine, hoping that might help. Her eyebrow quirked upwards slightly as he drained his cup. What was he trying to summon his courage for? His plea caught her off guard and tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted that dance, that magical moment between them to cherish forever. But she couldn’t deny him anything, not when he looked at her so endearingly. “You’re safe. I won’t,” she said softly, hoping that would hide any trace of disappointment in her voice.
’I ah...’ There it was. He was politely making his excuses and walking away. At least it had lasted this long. He had remembered her. Teased about seeing her again. That was something worth remembering. He leaned close and she dipped her head, letting her hair fall forward, ready to obscure whatever flicker of emotion might betray her as he made his exit.
’Will you come with me?’
That got her attention. He wanted her company? “Of course,” she answered quickly - too quickly. She flushed, praying he wouldn’t notice. She had sworn to never let anyone near her heart again. Especially not someone so far out of her reach. But one night... she could indulge for just one night. Like a fine wine. Just one taste to last a lifetime. That wasn’t so unreasonable.
Eleni cleared her throat slightly, lifting her chin to look up at him, finding him incredibly close. Temptingly close. One hand slid up his arm, wrapping around his bicep lightly. “I could never abandon you in your hour of need. You’re far too pretty to be taking tumbles over balconies. Let’s get some air.”
Iason wrinkled his nose at the idea of dancing, disgust and terror both beginning to make themselves known as he shook his head vehemently. Dancing was no good, dancing meant bruises and stepped on toes and egos damaged and inevitable a dress torn on accident. He never felt as if he could pick up the rhythm of the music, instead just constantly stumbling and knocking into other people. Perhaps one day he might try again, after many many many lessons in Chaoedia where no one not even his family could see his attempts. No one had really given him any sort of instruction on how to dance since his mother had passed. Sibyl had been trying to teach her ungainly son the graces of being noble before her passing, but alas little of it had managed to stick.
He was relieved when she promised she would not make him dance, most of her words going over his head entirely as he set aside his wine glass and tried not to sway too badly. Gods above he was so much more intoxicated than he'd realized, or maybe it was the strange feeling in his stomach that he got when he was looking at her that made him feel drunker. He also wouldn't put it past Stephanos or Emilios to spike his drink with something for amusement. At least Eleni didn't seem to be making fun of him, and she had said that she would travel with her father on his next trip, that was something to look forward to.
Suddenly tongue tied as she touched him, Iason watched as if from outside of his own body as she stepped so close to him, her hand wrapped around his arm. It took him far longer than he liked to remember that he was supposed to be the one leading here, guiding them to the balcony where she'd promised that he would not be cast over. Who knew though, by the time they got out there she might be exhausted with his awkward silence and push him over herself.
"You think I'm pretty?"
Well, it wasn't what he'd meant to say. Certainly it wasn't suave at all, and he was giving a lopsided grin as they made their way out toward the balcony. Fresh air was a relief, and as they reached the railing he stopped and took in a deep breath before exhaling it with a sigh. It was so much nicer being out here than in the crowded party, and she was still holding onto his arm which was far more pleasant than he'd expected.
"I think, you're pretty."
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Iason wrinkled his nose at the idea of dancing, disgust and terror both beginning to make themselves known as he shook his head vehemently. Dancing was no good, dancing meant bruises and stepped on toes and egos damaged and inevitable a dress torn on accident. He never felt as if he could pick up the rhythm of the music, instead just constantly stumbling and knocking into other people. Perhaps one day he might try again, after many many many lessons in Chaoedia where no one not even his family could see his attempts. No one had really given him any sort of instruction on how to dance since his mother had passed. Sibyl had been trying to teach her ungainly son the graces of being noble before her passing, but alas little of it had managed to stick.
He was relieved when she promised she would not make him dance, most of her words going over his head entirely as he set aside his wine glass and tried not to sway too badly. Gods above he was so much more intoxicated than he'd realized, or maybe it was the strange feeling in his stomach that he got when he was looking at her that made him feel drunker. He also wouldn't put it past Stephanos or Emilios to spike his drink with something for amusement. At least Eleni didn't seem to be making fun of him, and she had said that she would travel with her father on his next trip, that was something to look forward to.
Suddenly tongue tied as she touched him, Iason watched as if from outside of his own body as she stepped so close to him, her hand wrapped around his arm. It took him far longer than he liked to remember that he was supposed to be the one leading here, guiding them to the balcony where she'd promised that he would not be cast over. Who knew though, by the time they got out there she might be exhausted with his awkward silence and push him over herself.
"You think I'm pretty?"
Well, it wasn't what he'd meant to say. Certainly it wasn't suave at all, and he was giving a lopsided grin as they made their way out toward the balcony. Fresh air was a relief, and as they reached the railing he stopped and took in a deep breath before exhaling it with a sigh. It was so much nicer being out here than in the crowded party, and she was still holding onto his arm which was far more pleasant than he'd expected.
"I think, you're pretty."
Iason wrinkled his nose at the idea of dancing, disgust and terror both beginning to make themselves known as he shook his head vehemently. Dancing was no good, dancing meant bruises and stepped on toes and egos damaged and inevitable a dress torn on accident. He never felt as if he could pick up the rhythm of the music, instead just constantly stumbling and knocking into other people. Perhaps one day he might try again, after many many many lessons in Chaoedia where no one not even his family could see his attempts. No one had really given him any sort of instruction on how to dance since his mother had passed. Sibyl had been trying to teach her ungainly son the graces of being noble before her passing, but alas little of it had managed to stick.
He was relieved when she promised she would not make him dance, most of her words going over his head entirely as he set aside his wine glass and tried not to sway too badly. Gods above he was so much more intoxicated than he'd realized, or maybe it was the strange feeling in his stomach that he got when he was looking at her that made him feel drunker. He also wouldn't put it past Stephanos or Emilios to spike his drink with something for amusement. At least Eleni didn't seem to be making fun of him, and she had said that she would travel with her father on his next trip, that was something to look forward to.
Suddenly tongue tied as she touched him, Iason watched as if from outside of his own body as she stepped so close to him, her hand wrapped around his arm. It took him far longer than he liked to remember that he was supposed to be the one leading here, guiding them to the balcony where she'd promised that he would not be cast over. Who knew though, by the time they got out there she might be exhausted with his awkward silence and push him over herself.
"You think I'm pretty?"
Well, it wasn't what he'd meant to say. Certainly it wasn't suave at all, and he was giving a lopsided grin as they made their way out toward the balcony. Fresh air was a relief, and as they reached the railing he stopped and took in a deep breath before exhaling it with a sigh. It was so much nicer being out here than in the crowded party, and she was still holding onto his arm which was far more pleasant than he'd expected.
"I think, you're pretty."
The way he wrinkled his nose just at the mention of dancing was far too endearing. That helped soothe the sting of her disappointment. How could she be upset when he was clearly so relieved? Gods, he got to her far too easily. She had hardened herself against this sort of thing years ago, all to keep her heart safe. But Iason had a way of slipping past that barrier. Perhaps because they were childhood friends of a sort. They’d known each other since they were small, even if they’d seen each other less and less over the years.
He’d known her before her heart was broken. Before she’d been used and discarded. Before she understood how wicked she was by her very nature. Even before she realized all that was wrong within her own family. He’d known a girl as innocent and bright as the sunshine color of her hair. Now, it was like he still somehow saw that within her. Like he could almost convince her it was possible to be that girl again.
Discarding her own wine glass, she took hold of his arm, looking up at him to lead the way. After a moment, he seemed to remember his intent. For someone so concerned about falling over the edge if left unattended, his steps didn’t wobble as much as she had expected. Perhaps he just hid it well. Her own tolerance was rather high - a side effect of being the child of a wine merchant even before she began to rely upon drink to sleep.
His reaction brought a giggle to her lips, though she had the decency to cover her mouth with her free hand until she could compose herself. She wasn’t laughing at him - not in the least - but it was such a sincere reaction that it tugged at her heart. It reminded her of when they were carefree children, playing games beneath the shade of trees while their fathers tended to boring business matters. For a moment, if she closed her eyes, she could almost believe they were back there again. As they stopped at the balcony’s railing, she turned towards him slightly, still holding to his arm as she looked up at him.
”Oh yes, I certainly do,” she answered gently,as she lifted her free hand to lightly run her fingers over the stubble at his jaw. His compliment had her blushing, a smile coming to her lips even as she looked away. ”Thank you,” she murmured softly, gently resting her head against his arm for a moment.
”You always did love to spend your time outdoors,” she mused quietly, still remembering their childhood visits with a fond smile. ”How about now? Is the fresh air helping?”
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The way he wrinkled his nose just at the mention of dancing was far too endearing. That helped soothe the sting of her disappointment. How could she be upset when he was clearly so relieved? Gods, he got to her far too easily. She had hardened herself against this sort of thing years ago, all to keep her heart safe. But Iason had a way of slipping past that barrier. Perhaps because they were childhood friends of a sort. They’d known each other since they were small, even if they’d seen each other less and less over the years.
He’d known her before her heart was broken. Before she’d been used and discarded. Before she understood how wicked she was by her very nature. Even before she realized all that was wrong within her own family. He’d known a girl as innocent and bright as the sunshine color of her hair. Now, it was like he still somehow saw that within her. Like he could almost convince her it was possible to be that girl again.
Discarding her own wine glass, she took hold of his arm, looking up at him to lead the way. After a moment, he seemed to remember his intent. For someone so concerned about falling over the edge if left unattended, his steps didn’t wobble as much as she had expected. Perhaps he just hid it well. Her own tolerance was rather high - a side effect of being the child of a wine merchant even before she began to rely upon drink to sleep.
His reaction brought a giggle to her lips, though she had the decency to cover her mouth with her free hand until she could compose herself. She wasn’t laughing at him - not in the least - but it was such a sincere reaction that it tugged at her heart. It reminded her of when they were carefree children, playing games beneath the shade of trees while their fathers tended to boring business matters. For a moment, if she closed her eyes, she could almost believe they were back there again. As they stopped at the balcony’s railing, she turned towards him slightly, still holding to his arm as she looked up at him.
”Oh yes, I certainly do,” she answered gently,as she lifted her free hand to lightly run her fingers over the stubble at his jaw. His compliment had her blushing, a smile coming to her lips even as she looked away. ”Thank you,” she murmured softly, gently resting her head against his arm for a moment.
”You always did love to spend your time outdoors,” she mused quietly, still remembering their childhood visits with a fond smile. ”How about now? Is the fresh air helping?”
The way he wrinkled his nose just at the mention of dancing was far too endearing. That helped soothe the sting of her disappointment. How could she be upset when he was clearly so relieved? Gods, he got to her far too easily. She had hardened herself against this sort of thing years ago, all to keep her heart safe. But Iason had a way of slipping past that barrier. Perhaps because they were childhood friends of a sort. They’d known each other since they were small, even if they’d seen each other less and less over the years.
He’d known her before her heart was broken. Before she’d been used and discarded. Before she understood how wicked she was by her very nature. Even before she realized all that was wrong within her own family. He’d known a girl as innocent and bright as the sunshine color of her hair. Now, it was like he still somehow saw that within her. Like he could almost convince her it was possible to be that girl again.
Discarding her own wine glass, she took hold of his arm, looking up at him to lead the way. After a moment, he seemed to remember his intent. For someone so concerned about falling over the edge if left unattended, his steps didn’t wobble as much as she had expected. Perhaps he just hid it well. Her own tolerance was rather high - a side effect of being the child of a wine merchant even before she began to rely upon drink to sleep.
His reaction brought a giggle to her lips, though she had the decency to cover her mouth with her free hand until she could compose herself. She wasn’t laughing at him - not in the least - but it was such a sincere reaction that it tugged at her heart. It reminded her of when they were carefree children, playing games beneath the shade of trees while their fathers tended to boring business matters. For a moment, if she closed her eyes, she could almost believe they were back there again. As they stopped at the balcony’s railing, she turned towards him slightly, still holding to his arm as she looked up at him.
”Oh yes, I certainly do,” she answered gently,as she lifted her free hand to lightly run her fingers over the stubble at his jaw. His compliment had her blushing, a smile coming to her lips even as she looked away. ”Thank you,” she murmured softly, gently resting her head against his arm for a moment.
”You always did love to spend your time outdoors,” she mused quietly, still remembering their childhood visits with a fond smile. ”How about now? Is the fresh air helping?”
Iason was glad for the darkness as she touched his cheek, freezing in place and trying to process through what he was supposed to do in this sort of situation. They had played together since they were children, running through the woods of the Dimitrou properties as their fathers did business. He couldn't remember exactly when she'd stopped accompanying her father on his trips, sometime just before his mother died he thought, and there had been too much to handle in his life to focus on the loss of one friend who had been an infrequent visitor.
Her hand was still on his cheek, the other wound through his arm as he processed through the haze of the alcohol. The fresh air was doing him a world of good and as he looked down at her now he was noticing things he hadn't before. Like the way the light of the torches and stars reflected in her gaze, and how her golden hair seemed silver in the moonlight. He wasn't someone who allowed himself to get carried away, in thought or action, but she was somehow more enchanting in this time and place.
A very unusual urge to move closer to him was difficult to achieve since they were already standing so close, but he turned to face her fully nonetheless. Her head against his arm was a weight that was unfamiliar but he couldn't deny he liked it. Liked having her by his side and leaning into him and wrapping around him. Was this why Emilios and Stephanos and even Achilleas enjoyed flirting so much? The way it made his heart race was was somehow thrilling and oddly nauseating.
"I prefer being outside, in the woods or with the horses. Horses are easier to understand than humans." Those were the most words he'd strung together in a sentence since he'd started speaking to her, a ramble even as he felt himself slowly sobering up. Nodding as she asked if the fresh air helped, Iason looked down at her with a smile, this time it was his turn to reach out and touch her cheek. His expression was curious, wondering what it might be like to see if the other activities his cousins spoke about were worth attempting to experience, but not at all bold enough to attempt any of them. He'd spent his life trying to ensure he had an impeachable reputation as the heir to his father's estate, and because of it he felt so very behind and out of his depth in matters of the heart and body.
"It is, thank you."
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Iason was glad for the darkness as she touched his cheek, freezing in place and trying to process through what he was supposed to do in this sort of situation. They had played together since they were children, running through the woods of the Dimitrou properties as their fathers did business. He couldn't remember exactly when she'd stopped accompanying her father on his trips, sometime just before his mother died he thought, and there had been too much to handle in his life to focus on the loss of one friend who had been an infrequent visitor.
Her hand was still on his cheek, the other wound through his arm as he processed through the haze of the alcohol. The fresh air was doing him a world of good and as he looked down at her now he was noticing things he hadn't before. Like the way the light of the torches and stars reflected in her gaze, and how her golden hair seemed silver in the moonlight. He wasn't someone who allowed himself to get carried away, in thought or action, but she was somehow more enchanting in this time and place.
A very unusual urge to move closer to him was difficult to achieve since they were already standing so close, but he turned to face her fully nonetheless. Her head against his arm was a weight that was unfamiliar but he couldn't deny he liked it. Liked having her by his side and leaning into him and wrapping around him. Was this why Emilios and Stephanos and even Achilleas enjoyed flirting so much? The way it made his heart race was was somehow thrilling and oddly nauseating.
"I prefer being outside, in the woods or with the horses. Horses are easier to understand than humans." Those were the most words he'd strung together in a sentence since he'd started speaking to her, a ramble even as he felt himself slowly sobering up. Nodding as she asked if the fresh air helped, Iason looked down at her with a smile, this time it was his turn to reach out and touch her cheek. His expression was curious, wondering what it might be like to see if the other activities his cousins spoke about were worth attempting to experience, but not at all bold enough to attempt any of them. He'd spent his life trying to ensure he had an impeachable reputation as the heir to his father's estate, and because of it he felt so very behind and out of his depth in matters of the heart and body.
"It is, thank you."
Iason was glad for the darkness as she touched his cheek, freezing in place and trying to process through what he was supposed to do in this sort of situation. They had played together since they were children, running through the woods of the Dimitrou properties as their fathers did business. He couldn't remember exactly when she'd stopped accompanying her father on his trips, sometime just before his mother died he thought, and there had been too much to handle in his life to focus on the loss of one friend who had been an infrequent visitor.
Her hand was still on his cheek, the other wound through his arm as he processed through the haze of the alcohol. The fresh air was doing him a world of good and as he looked down at her now he was noticing things he hadn't before. Like the way the light of the torches and stars reflected in her gaze, and how her golden hair seemed silver in the moonlight. He wasn't someone who allowed himself to get carried away, in thought or action, but she was somehow more enchanting in this time and place.
A very unusual urge to move closer to him was difficult to achieve since they were already standing so close, but he turned to face her fully nonetheless. Her head against his arm was a weight that was unfamiliar but he couldn't deny he liked it. Liked having her by his side and leaning into him and wrapping around him. Was this why Emilios and Stephanos and even Achilleas enjoyed flirting so much? The way it made his heart race was was somehow thrilling and oddly nauseating.
"I prefer being outside, in the woods or with the horses. Horses are easier to understand than humans." Those were the most words he'd strung together in a sentence since he'd started speaking to her, a ramble even as he felt himself slowly sobering up. Nodding as she asked if the fresh air helped, Iason looked down at her with a smile, this time it was his turn to reach out and touch her cheek. His expression was curious, wondering what it might be like to see if the other activities his cousins spoke about were worth attempting to experience, but not at all bold enough to attempt any of them. He'd spent his life trying to ensure he had an impeachable reputation as the heir to his father's estate, and because of it he felt so very behind and out of his depth in matters of the heart and body.
"It is, thank you."
Perhaps she let her touch linger too long. That was the only thing she could think as he seemed to fall into silence, simply staring at her. Her hand fell away at last, nervously biting at her lip, dipping her head slightly so her hair fell forward to hide the blush that she could feel rising in her face. Had she crossed a line? It had been years since they spent any significant time together. She probably shouldn’t act so familiar with him...
But then he shifted, turning fully to face her. She looked up at him with a hint of surprise in her blue eyes. She had thought he’d be ready to pull away, and yet here he was, drawing nearer. They were so close now. Close enough to wonder what it might be like to be held in his arms. Her heart was racing suddenly and her stomach was turning somersaults. It was nothing, surely it was nothing. She couldn’t get her hopes up. After all, Iason was a lord, an heir to a royal family no less. There had to be dozens of women - suitable women - lining up for his attentions. He wanted a wife and family that would do his legacy proud. What could she ever offer him?
His answer made her smile. ”That sounds like the Iason I remember,” she murmured with a small chuckle. ”I guess this must be far out of your element then,” she continued, nodding her head back towards the party. She almost wished she could say the same. There had been a time when she was carefree, but those days were long gone. It was easier to lose yourself in a crowd, in drink, in the feel of another. Easier to chase away the memories that haunted her, the whispers that reminded her she wasn’t worth anything.
Then his hand touched her face, and all her thoughts disappeared. Instinctively, her chin lifted, lips parting. She flushed a slightly more vivid shade of pink as she realized she was waiting for a kiss that wouldn’t come. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she wondered just what it was she saw in his gaze as he looked down at her. But his smile soothed her nerves. Her free hand rested lightly on his chest as she looked up at him, feeling breathless all the while. How could she not when he was looking at her so intently?
“Good, I’m glad,” she answered softly. “It’s so peaceful out here.” Her eyes lifted up to look at the beautiful night sky above them before returning to meet his gaze. “Thank you for inviting me to share this with you.”
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Perhaps she let her touch linger too long. That was the only thing she could think as he seemed to fall into silence, simply staring at her. Her hand fell away at last, nervously biting at her lip, dipping her head slightly so her hair fell forward to hide the blush that she could feel rising in her face. Had she crossed a line? It had been years since they spent any significant time together. She probably shouldn’t act so familiar with him...
But then he shifted, turning fully to face her. She looked up at him with a hint of surprise in her blue eyes. She had thought he’d be ready to pull away, and yet here he was, drawing nearer. They were so close now. Close enough to wonder what it might be like to be held in his arms. Her heart was racing suddenly and her stomach was turning somersaults. It was nothing, surely it was nothing. She couldn’t get her hopes up. After all, Iason was a lord, an heir to a royal family no less. There had to be dozens of women - suitable women - lining up for his attentions. He wanted a wife and family that would do his legacy proud. What could she ever offer him?
His answer made her smile. ”That sounds like the Iason I remember,” she murmured with a small chuckle. ”I guess this must be far out of your element then,” she continued, nodding her head back towards the party. She almost wished she could say the same. There had been a time when she was carefree, but those days were long gone. It was easier to lose yourself in a crowd, in drink, in the feel of another. Easier to chase away the memories that haunted her, the whispers that reminded her she wasn’t worth anything.
Then his hand touched her face, and all her thoughts disappeared. Instinctively, her chin lifted, lips parting. She flushed a slightly more vivid shade of pink as she realized she was waiting for a kiss that wouldn’t come. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she wondered just what it was she saw in his gaze as he looked down at her. But his smile soothed her nerves. Her free hand rested lightly on his chest as she looked up at him, feeling breathless all the while. How could she not when he was looking at her so intently?
“Good, I’m glad,” she answered softly. “It’s so peaceful out here.” Her eyes lifted up to look at the beautiful night sky above them before returning to meet his gaze. “Thank you for inviting me to share this with you.”
Perhaps she let her touch linger too long. That was the only thing she could think as he seemed to fall into silence, simply staring at her. Her hand fell away at last, nervously biting at her lip, dipping her head slightly so her hair fell forward to hide the blush that she could feel rising in her face. Had she crossed a line? It had been years since they spent any significant time together. She probably shouldn’t act so familiar with him...
But then he shifted, turning fully to face her. She looked up at him with a hint of surprise in her blue eyes. She had thought he’d be ready to pull away, and yet here he was, drawing nearer. They were so close now. Close enough to wonder what it might be like to be held in his arms. Her heart was racing suddenly and her stomach was turning somersaults. It was nothing, surely it was nothing. She couldn’t get her hopes up. After all, Iason was a lord, an heir to a royal family no less. There had to be dozens of women - suitable women - lining up for his attentions. He wanted a wife and family that would do his legacy proud. What could she ever offer him?
His answer made her smile. ”That sounds like the Iason I remember,” she murmured with a small chuckle. ”I guess this must be far out of your element then,” she continued, nodding her head back towards the party. She almost wished she could say the same. There had been a time when she was carefree, but those days were long gone. It was easier to lose yourself in a crowd, in drink, in the feel of another. Easier to chase away the memories that haunted her, the whispers that reminded her she wasn’t worth anything.
Then his hand touched her face, and all her thoughts disappeared. Instinctively, her chin lifted, lips parting. She flushed a slightly more vivid shade of pink as she realized she was waiting for a kiss that wouldn’t come. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she wondered just what it was she saw in his gaze as he looked down at her. But his smile soothed her nerves. Her free hand rested lightly on his chest as she looked up at him, feeling breathless all the while. How could she not when he was looking at her so intently?
“Good, I’m glad,” she answered softly. “It’s so peaceful out here.” Her eyes lifted up to look at the beautiful night sky above them before returning to meet his gaze. “Thank you for inviting me to share this with you.”
"I'm only here because they made me." Iason gave a sigh, looking back over his shoulder at the party that was within. The sounds of people laughing and drinking, talking and some other sounds that made his ears turn red echoed up through the garden below. Clearing his throat he turned back to Eleni and tried to find focus in his old friend, blinking in the semi-darkness. "When I come to town, Emilios and Stephanos usually try to drag me to these sorts of things. They think it's funny when I get drunk like this and blush when women flirt with me."
His tongue was certainly looser than he would have liked, and he would absolutely be embarrassed by his behavior in the morning. He would have to send flowers or something to Eleni to thank her for putting up with him and being kind enough to tolerate his rambling. Looking at her now, the way she'd tilted her chin up toward him and parted her lips he very nearly shot back off the balcony as he realized what she had anticipated. Instead she made a move and seemed to gloss over her expectation when she realized that he was incompetent.
Most women did, eventually. They liked him well enough when they first met him, pleasant conversations could be had for a short while. Then when it dawned on them that he wasn't hiding some fascinating depths, and that he really did just prefer to be at home with his family and horses, didn't plan on keeping residence in Vasiliadon, and had little ambition outside of improving his family's provinces and the lives of the people who lived on them, most lost interest. None of the social climbers thought the loss of their social lives in the capitol worth it, and none of the noble girls had to look his way.
"It is peaceful." Iason nodded, still staring at her as she looked out to the sky and then back at him. If he'd been sober he might have blushed and turned away, stammered his usual apologies and run. Instead he had a slight frown, watching her with a curiosity and leaned into her hand that rested against his chest. She was still touching him, hadn't made her excuses and fled yet, and the words that left him were uncharacteristic, the alcohol loosening his tongue with an old friend more than it should have.
"Did you want me to....should I kiss you?"
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"I'm only here because they made me." Iason gave a sigh, looking back over his shoulder at the party that was within. The sounds of people laughing and drinking, talking and some other sounds that made his ears turn red echoed up through the garden below. Clearing his throat he turned back to Eleni and tried to find focus in his old friend, blinking in the semi-darkness. "When I come to town, Emilios and Stephanos usually try to drag me to these sorts of things. They think it's funny when I get drunk like this and blush when women flirt with me."
His tongue was certainly looser than he would have liked, and he would absolutely be embarrassed by his behavior in the morning. He would have to send flowers or something to Eleni to thank her for putting up with him and being kind enough to tolerate his rambling. Looking at her now, the way she'd tilted her chin up toward him and parted her lips he very nearly shot back off the balcony as he realized what she had anticipated. Instead she made a move and seemed to gloss over her expectation when she realized that he was incompetent.
Most women did, eventually. They liked him well enough when they first met him, pleasant conversations could be had for a short while. Then when it dawned on them that he wasn't hiding some fascinating depths, and that he really did just prefer to be at home with his family and horses, didn't plan on keeping residence in Vasiliadon, and had little ambition outside of improving his family's provinces and the lives of the people who lived on them, most lost interest. None of the social climbers thought the loss of their social lives in the capitol worth it, and none of the noble girls had to look his way.
"It is peaceful." Iason nodded, still staring at her as she looked out to the sky and then back at him. If he'd been sober he might have blushed and turned away, stammered his usual apologies and run. Instead he had a slight frown, watching her with a curiosity and leaned into her hand that rested against his chest. She was still touching him, hadn't made her excuses and fled yet, and the words that left him were uncharacteristic, the alcohol loosening his tongue with an old friend more than it should have.
"Did you want me to....should I kiss you?"
"I'm only here because they made me." Iason gave a sigh, looking back over his shoulder at the party that was within. The sounds of people laughing and drinking, talking and some other sounds that made his ears turn red echoed up through the garden below. Clearing his throat he turned back to Eleni and tried to find focus in his old friend, blinking in the semi-darkness. "When I come to town, Emilios and Stephanos usually try to drag me to these sorts of things. They think it's funny when I get drunk like this and blush when women flirt with me."
His tongue was certainly looser than he would have liked, and he would absolutely be embarrassed by his behavior in the morning. He would have to send flowers or something to Eleni to thank her for putting up with him and being kind enough to tolerate his rambling. Looking at her now, the way she'd tilted her chin up toward him and parted her lips he very nearly shot back off the balcony as he realized what she had anticipated. Instead she made a move and seemed to gloss over her expectation when she realized that he was incompetent.
Most women did, eventually. They liked him well enough when they first met him, pleasant conversations could be had for a short while. Then when it dawned on them that he wasn't hiding some fascinating depths, and that he really did just prefer to be at home with his family and horses, didn't plan on keeping residence in Vasiliadon, and had little ambition outside of improving his family's provinces and the lives of the people who lived on them, most lost interest. None of the social climbers thought the loss of their social lives in the capitol worth it, and none of the noble girls had to look his way.
"It is peaceful." Iason nodded, still staring at her as she looked out to the sky and then back at him. If he'd been sober he might have blushed and turned away, stammered his usual apologies and run. Instead he had a slight frown, watching her with a curiosity and leaned into her hand that rested against his chest. She was still touching him, hadn't made her excuses and fled yet, and the words that left him were uncharacteristic, the alcohol loosening his tongue with an old friend more than it should have.
"Did you want me to....should I kiss you?"
Eleni nodded slightly as he admitted he was only here because he had been forced. The sigh that followed made it clear he wasn’t enjoying his time here. He sounded so weary. He went on to explain how his royal cousins liked to drag him to parties such as these to embarrass him. “It doesn’t seem very funny to me,” she answered softly instead. “It’s sweet. Besides, it’s better your way. There’s nothing wrong with caring, Iason. Some things should matter.”
Sometimes, she missed it. What it felt like to be with someone who she cared for. The butterflies and bliss... But then came the memory of the heartache that followed. The pain that came with knowing it had all been a lie. That while she had cared for him, no one had cared for her. So it was better to keep her heart out of it. Settle for just the physical pleasure of it all. At least that way she wouldn’t get burned again.
But that didn’t mean she wished that fate on anyone else. Especially someone so kind-hearted as Iason.
She was quick to change the topic after her embarrassing error in judgement. She could only pray he hadn’t noticed. That maybe he was truly as drunk as he claimed to be. Enough to not realize what she’d thought for a moment. So it was that she didn’t notice the way his eyes stayed fixed on her rather than glancing at the sky, even as he agreed with her. But when she looked back at him, he was frowning.
’Did you want me to... should I kiss you?’
“Oh no, you noticed that,” she groaned, head dipping forward, almost resting against his chest as she hid her face from him. She forced herself to look up at him after a moment’s pause, worry etched onto her face. “You don’t have to at all,” she assured him. “I’m so sorry, I just... I got confused for a second... I misunderstood... But I should have known that wasn’t something you would want. Not with me at least. I got carried away...” She shook her head, not quite able to meet his eyes as her embarrassment bordered on panic. At this point, she was just babbling, but she couldn’t seem to make herself stop. How could she ever face him again after this? “Can we just forget it ever happened? Or if you’d prefer, I can just go. I swear, I never meant to make you uncomfortable. Can you ever forgive me?”
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Eleni nodded slightly as he admitted he was only here because he had been forced. The sigh that followed made it clear he wasn’t enjoying his time here. He sounded so weary. He went on to explain how his royal cousins liked to drag him to parties such as these to embarrass him. “It doesn’t seem very funny to me,” she answered softly instead. “It’s sweet. Besides, it’s better your way. There’s nothing wrong with caring, Iason. Some things should matter.”
Sometimes, she missed it. What it felt like to be with someone who she cared for. The butterflies and bliss... But then came the memory of the heartache that followed. The pain that came with knowing it had all been a lie. That while she had cared for him, no one had cared for her. So it was better to keep her heart out of it. Settle for just the physical pleasure of it all. At least that way she wouldn’t get burned again.
But that didn’t mean she wished that fate on anyone else. Especially someone so kind-hearted as Iason.
She was quick to change the topic after her embarrassing error in judgement. She could only pray he hadn’t noticed. That maybe he was truly as drunk as he claimed to be. Enough to not realize what she’d thought for a moment. So it was that she didn’t notice the way his eyes stayed fixed on her rather than glancing at the sky, even as he agreed with her. But when she looked back at him, he was frowning.
’Did you want me to... should I kiss you?’
“Oh no, you noticed that,” she groaned, head dipping forward, almost resting against his chest as she hid her face from him. She forced herself to look up at him after a moment’s pause, worry etched onto her face. “You don’t have to at all,” she assured him. “I’m so sorry, I just... I got confused for a second... I misunderstood... But I should have known that wasn’t something you would want. Not with me at least. I got carried away...” She shook her head, not quite able to meet his eyes as her embarrassment bordered on panic. At this point, she was just babbling, but she couldn’t seem to make herself stop. How could she ever face him again after this? “Can we just forget it ever happened? Or if you’d prefer, I can just go. I swear, I never meant to make you uncomfortable. Can you ever forgive me?”
Eleni nodded slightly as he admitted he was only here because he had been forced. The sigh that followed made it clear he wasn’t enjoying his time here. He sounded so weary. He went on to explain how his royal cousins liked to drag him to parties such as these to embarrass him. “It doesn’t seem very funny to me,” she answered softly instead. “It’s sweet. Besides, it’s better your way. There’s nothing wrong with caring, Iason. Some things should matter.”
Sometimes, she missed it. What it felt like to be with someone who she cared for. The butterflies and bliss... But then came the memory of the heartache that followed. The pain that came with knowing it had all been a lie. That while she had cared for him, no one had cared for her. So it was better to keep her heart out of it. Settle for just the physical pleasure of it all. At least that way she wouldn’t get burned again.
But that didn’t mean she wished that fate on anyone else. Especially someone so kind-hearted as Iason.
She was quick to change the topic after her embarrassing error in judgement. She could only pray he hadn’t noticed. That maybe he was truly as drunk as he claimed to be. Enough to not realize what she’d thought for a moment. So it was that she didn’t notice the way his eyes stayed fixed on her rather than glancing at the sky, even as he agreed with her. But when she looked back at him, he was frowning.
’Did you want me to... should I kiss you?’
“Oh no, you noticed that,” she groaned, head dipping forward, almost resting against his chest as she hid her face from him. She forced herself to look up at him after a moment’s pause, worry etched onto her face. “You don’t have to at all,” she assured him. “I’m so sorry, I just... I got confused for a second... I misunderstood... But I should have known that wasn’t something you would want. Not with me at least. I got carried away...” She shook her head, not quite able to meet his eyes as her embarrassment bordered on panic. At this point, she was just babbling, but she couldn’t seem to make herself stop. How could she ever face him again after this? “Can we just forget it ever happened? Or if you’d prefer, I can just go. I swear, I never meant to make you uncomfortable. Can you ever forgive me?”
Iason made a face as she said his way was better, uncertain if she was right or if the rest of the party around them had the right of things. His cousins certainly seemed to be determined to convince him that his idea of honor and maintaining the dignity of his family line was nonsense. If he followed their example he'd have more fun, more experience, be less boring. But he'd made a promise when he was young, to himself and his family, that he would be a worthy and responsible heir to the title he didn't always feel he deserved. How could he do that if he allowed himself to be lost in drink and scandal? Why should his sisters and female cousins be held to a different standard, if he expected his wife to be pure why shouldn't he offer the same?
No doubt if Eleni could read his mind in the moment or hour he'd been lost in his thoughts and her gaze she would laugh at him, just like the others. He had no desire to find out, not when she was smiling so prettily and blushing like that. His eyes widened as her head dropped against his chest and he stared down at her for a long moment, arms held out to the side as if afraid to touch her for fear she might break. When she looked at him again he finally lowered them to his sides, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do with his hands now.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss her, it was just that he was shocked that she would want him to. Did she want him to or was she just trying to get his attention and gain a title if he fell for her? He didn't think Eleni would do something like that, but most of the women who paid him any attention in court or at events like these didn't actually care what he had to say or found interesting, they just wanted to be Baroness Dimitrou.
"It's not that I don't...I mean, I do I just don't." Iason blinked and frowned slightly as he ran through the words he'd just said to see if they made sense. They didn't but maybe he was just drunk. Or maybe they did? "I mean haven't. Kissed someone. I haven't. Not that I don't want to, with you, maybe. Or someone else, if you didn't. Want...to."
No wonder she was saying perhaps she should leave and they should pretend this never happened. His mouth opened to try to clarify again and then closed, it was best if he didn't say anything. It was honestly probably best if he never spoke again. Eleni certainly wouldn't be talking to him anytime soon, much less want to look him in the eye or be alone with him.
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Iason made a face as she said his way was better, uncertain if she was right or if the rest of the party around them had the right of things. His cousins certainly seemed to be determined to convince him that his idea of honor and maintaining the dignity of his family line was nonsense. If he followed their example he'd have more fun, more experience, be less boring. But he'd made a promise when he was young, to himself and his family, that he would be a worthy and responsible heir to the title he didn't always feel he deserved. How could he do that if he allowed himself to be lost in drink and scandal? Why should his sisters and female cousins be held to a different standard, if he expected his wife to be pure why shouldn't he offer the same?
No doubt if Eleni could read his mind in the moment or hour he'd been lost in his thoughts and her gaze she would laugh at him, just like the others. He had no desire to find out, not when she was smiling so prettily and blushing like that. His eyes widened as her head dropped against his chest and he stared down at her for a long moment, arms held out to the side as if afraid to touch her for fear she might break. When she looked at him again he finally lowered them to his sides, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do with his hands now.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss her, it was just that he was shocked that she would want him to. Did she want him to or was she just trying to get his attention and gain a title if he fell for her? He didn't think Eleni would do something like that, but most of the women who paid him any attention in court or at events like these didn't actually care what he had to say or found interesting, they just wanted to be Baroness Dimitrou.
"It's not that I don't...I mean, I do I just don't." Iason blinked and frowned slightly as he ran through the words he'd just said to see if they made sense. They didn't but maybe he was just drunk. Or maybe they did? "I mean haven't. Kissed someone. I haven't. Not that I don't want to, with you, maybe. Or someone else, if you didn't. Want...to."
No wonder she was saying perhaps she should leave and they should pretend this never happened. His mouth opened to try to clarify again and then closed, it was best if he didn't say anything. It was honestly probably best if he never spoke again. Eleni certainly wouldn't be talking to him anytime soon, much less want to look him in the eye or be alone with him.
Iason made a face as she said his way was better, uncertain if she was right or if the rest of the party around them had the right of things. His cousins certainly seemed to be determined to convince him that his idea of honor and maintaining the dignity of his family line was nonsense. If he followed their example he'd have more fun, more experience, be less boring. But he'd made a promise when he was young, to himself and his family, that he would be a worthy and responsible heir to the title he didn't always feel he deserved. How could he do that if he allowed himself to be lost in drink and scandal? Why should his sisters and female cousins be held to a different standard, if he expected his wife to be pure why shouldn't he offer the same?
No doubt if Eleni could read his mind in the moment or hour he'd been lost in his thoughts and her gaze she would laugh at him, just like the others. He had no desire to find out, not when she was smiling so prettily and blushing like that. His eyes widened as her head dropped against his chest and he stared down at her for a long moment, arms held out to the side as if afraid to touch her for fear she might break. When she looked at him again he finally lowered them to his sides, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do with his hands now.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss her, it was just that he was shocked that she would want him to. Did she want him to or was she just trying to get his attention and gain a title if he fell for her? He didn't think Eleni would do something like that, but most of the women who paid him any attention in court or at events like these didn't actually care what he had to say or found interesting, they just wanted to be Baroness Dimitrou.
"It's not that I don't...I mean, I do I just don't." Iason blinked and frowned slightly as he ran through the words he'd just said to see if they made sense. They didn't but maybe he was just drunk. Or maybe they did? "I mean haven't. Kissed someone. I haven't. Not that I don't want to, with you, maybe. Or someone else, if you didn't. Want...to."
No wonder she was saying perhaps she should leave and they should pretend this never happened. His mouth opened to try to clarify again and then closed, it was best if he didn't say anything. It was honestly probably best if he never spoke again. Eleni certainly wouldn't be talking to him anytime soon, much less want to look him in the eye or be alone with him.
“Their way is easier, but yours is better,” she insisted softly as he made a face. She knew that better than most. After all, she had once been a good girl, who believed in giving her whole heart to everything. To being as close to perfect and worthy as she could. That had led to her downfall. After that... caring was a risk she just couldn’t take. But Iason was someone from before she was broken. Perhaps that was why he still tugged at her heart so easily.
After all, she had once been filled with silly dreams of being his wife. Before her mother gave her a harsh lesson in the realities of the world. That she would never be good enough for a baron. A royal no less. Yet even now, when she had strayed so far from that path, being around him put such impossibly foolish dreams back into her mind. Except now, there was a melancholy to them. Knowing they were out of her reach, yet longing for the kind of bliss she felt certain Iason would give to his beloved one day.
She couldn’t see his reaction to her proximity, nor guess at the concern he felt. She was too blinded by her own panic. By the overwhelming feeling that she had not only humiliated herself, but likely offended him at the same time.
His words confused her all the more, a tiny crease appearing between her brows as she considered his meaning. He couldn’t be saying that he did want to kiss her. But then he continued and what he revealed made her eyes go wide. He had never kissed anyone? That truly shocked her. “No, that’s good,” she said softly instead, finally meeting his eyes. “You shouldn’t settle. You’ll remember your first forever... it should be something you want to remember. Someone who will bring a smile to your face when you think of them.”
How she wished she had thought of all that back then. That she hadn’t fallen so easily for the first scum that looked her way. That the memory of all her firsts didn’t make her sick to her core. At the time it had all seemed so tender and romantic... now she knew the deceit that had been lurking beneath the surface. That ruined everything. Everything she did now was simply to forget. If only things had been different. If her father had kept taking her on trips. If Iason had never slipped out of her life...
“I had always hoped you would be my first. I wish you had.”
A hand rose to cover her mouth as she realized she had said that thought out loud. Her blue eyes were wide with shock. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, breathless. “I... I shouldn’t have said that. I know... I know... I know I’m not good enough for you. I...” She swallowed hard, her words dying in her throat. How could she possibly salvage this.
“Truly. It’s kind of you to try and spare my feelings. You’ve always been so kind... I adore that about you. But you don’t have to lie to me. You don’t have to pretend that you want to kiss me. I promise, I’m not offended in the lease. I’ve always known my interest wouldn’t be returned.” She was babbling again. Enough to not even realize what she had just admitted to in the process. Eleni knew she should pull away from him, give him space, yet she couldn’t seem to bring herself to take a single step.
Instead, she shook her head, as if trying to clear away the embarrassment she felt certain she would never be rid of. “Whoever does catch your eye someday will be truly lucky, Iason.”
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“Their way is easier, but yours is better,” she insisted softly as he made a face. She knew that better than most. After all, she had once been a good girl, who believed in giving her whole heart to everything. To being as close to perfect and worthy as she could. That had led to her downfall. After that... caring was a risk she just couldn’t take. But Iason was someone from before she was broken. Perhaps that was why he still tugged at her heart so easily.
After all, she had once been filled with silly dreams of being his wife. Before her mother gave her a harsh lesson in the realities of the world. That she would never be good enough for a baron. A royal no less. Yet even now, when she had strayed so far from that path, being around him put such impossibly foolish dreams back into her mind. Except now, there was a melancholy to them. Knowing they were out of her reach, yet longing for the kind of bliss she felt certain Iason would give to his beloved one day.
She couldn’t see his reaction to her proximity, nor guess at the concern he felt. She was too blinded by her own panic. By the overwhelming feeling that she had not only humiliated herself, but likely offended him at the same time.
His words confused her all the more, a tiny crease appearing between her brows as she considered his meaning. He couldn’t be saying that he did want to kiss her. But then he continued and what he revealed made her eyes go wide. He had never kissed anyone? That truly shocked her. “No, that’s good,” she said softly instead, finally meeting his eyes. “You shouldn’t settle. You’ll remember your first forever... it should be something you want to remember. Someone who will bring a smile to your face when you think of them.”
How she wished she had thought of all that back then. That she hadn’t fallen so easily for the first scum that looked her way. That the memory of all her firsts didn’t make her sick to her core. At the time it had all seemed so tender and romantic... now she knew the deceit that had been lurking beneath the surface. That ruined everything. Everything she did now was simply to forget. If only things had been different. If her father had kept taking her on trips. If Iason had never slipped out of her life...
“I had always hoped you would be my first. I wish you had.”
A hand rose to cover her mouth as she realized she had said that thought out loud. Her blue eyes were wide with shock. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, breathless. “I... I shouldn’t have said that. I know... I know... I know I’m not good enough for you. I...” She swallowed hard, her words dying in her throat. How could she possibly salvage this.
“Truly. It’s kind of you to try and spare my feelings. You’ve always been so kind... I adore that about you. But you don’t have to lie to me. You don’t have to pretend that you want to kiss me. I promise, I’m not offended in the lease. I’ve always known my interest wouldn’t be returned.” She was babbling again. Enough to not even realize what she had just admitted to in the process. Eleni knew she should pull away from him, give him space, yet she couldn’t seem to bring herself to take a single step.
Instead, she shook her head, as if trying to clear away the embarrassment she felt certain she would never be rid of. “Whoever does catch your eye someday will be truly lucky, Iason.”
“Their way is easier, but yours is better,” she insisted softly as he made a face. She knew that better than most. After all, she had once been a good girl, who believed in giving her whole heart to everything. To being as close to perfect and worthy as she could. That had led to her downfall. After that... caring was a risk she just couldn’t take. But Iason was someone from before she was broken. Perhaps that was why he still tugged at her heart so easily.
After all, she had once been filled with silly dreams of being his wife. Before her mother gave her a harsh lesson in the realities of the world. That she would never be good enough for a baron. A royal no less. Yet even now, when she had strayed so far from that path, being around him put such impossibly foolish dreams back into her mind. Except now, there was a melancholy to them. Knowing they were out of her reach, yet longing for the kind of bliss she felt certain Iason would give to his beloved one day.
She couldn’t see his reaction to her proximity, nor guess at the concern he felt. She was too blinded by her own panic. By the overwhelming feeling that she had not only humiliated herself, but likely offended him at the same time.
His words confused her all the more, a tiny crease appearing between her brows as she considered his meaning. He couldn’t be saying that he did want to kiss her. But then he continued and what he revealed made her eyes go wide. He had never kissed anyone? That truly shocked her. “No, that’s good,” she said softly instead, finally meeting his eyes. “You shouldn’t settle. You’ll remember your first forever... it should be something you want to remember. Someone who will bring a smile to your face when you think of them.”
How she wished she had thought of all that back then. That she hadn’t fallen so easily for the first scum that looked her way. That the memory of all her firsts didn’t make her sick to her core. At the time it had all seemed so tender and romantic... now she knew the deceit that had been lurking beneath the surface. That ruined everything. Everything she did now was simply to forget. If only things had been different. If her father had kept taking her on trips. If Iason had never slipped out of her life...
“I had always hoped you would be my first. I wish you had.”
A hand rose to cover her mouth as she realized she had said that thought out loud. Her blue eyes were wide with shock. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, breathless. “I... I shouldn’t have said that. I know... I know... I know I’m not good enough for you. I...” She swallowed hard, her words dying in her throat. How could she possibly salvage this.
“Truly. It’s kind of you to try and spare my feelings. You’ve always been so kind... I adore that about you. But you don’t have to lie to me. You don’t have to pretend that you want to kiss me. I promise, I’m not offended in the lease. I’ve always known my interest wouldn’t be returned.” She was babbling again. Enough to not even realize what she had just admitted to in the process. Eleni knew she should pull away from him, give him space, yet she couldn’t seem to bring herself to take a single step.
Instead, she shook her head, as if trying to clear away the embarrassment she felt certain she would never be rid of. “Whoever does catch your eye someday will be truly lucky, Iason.”
This was a lot of information for his intoxicated state. He was certain half of it was just something he was making up in his mind as they went along, because clearly she wouldn't fancy him. They'd known each other for so long, she'd never said anything before, and drinking only made these sorts of things happen more often anyway. Iason could brush off the other comments, but when she said she wished he was her first kiss he blinked in surprise and looked back at her with his jaw somewhat agape at the revelation.
Him? She really did want to kiss him? She wished he had been her first kiss? As soon as he registered what she'd said Eleni was talking again, apologizing and shaking off everything she'd just admitted to. Did that mean she didn't want him to kiss her? If he'd thought women were confusing before she was multiplying that tenfold with the way she leaned against him and said she wanted him to kiss her but didn't expect him to and really he was just standing there like an idiot while she spoke. He should do something. Say something.
With his brain addled, he looked at her a moment longer before he acted without taking any extra time. She wanted him to kiss her, she'd said so. Right after she said the woman who caught his eye would be lucky, he leaned forward to try to silence her very confusing words.
For his first kiss, it wasn't what he'd expected. Her lips were soft and warm, which he supposed made sense, and she was tall enough that he didn't have to bend over too much. Eleni had been close enough to him that he could just put his hand on her waist an lean in, but now that he'd started this he wasn't sure what to do next. How long did normal kisses last? Should he let go? Keep kissing her? Apologize? The niceness of how it had felt to start was beginning to fade into the awkward realization of what he'd done, and Iason pulled back to simply look down at her again.
"I...so...that's a kiss."
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This was a lot of information for his intoxicated state. He was certain half of it was just something he was making up in his mind as they went along, because clearly she wouldn't fancy him. They'd known each other for so long, she'd never said anything before, and drinking only made these sorts of things happen more often anyway. Iason could brush off the other comments, but when she said she wished he was her first kiss he blinked in surprise and looked back at her with his jaw somewhat agape at the revelation.
Him? She really did want to kiss him? She wished he had been her first kiss? As soon as he registered what she'd said Eleni was talking again, apologizing and shaking off everything she'd just admitted to. Did that mean she didn't want him to kiss her? If he'd thought women were confusing before she was multiplying that tenfold with the way she leaned against him and said she wanted him to kiss her but didn't expect him to and really he was just standing there like an idiot while she spoke. He should do something. Say something.
With his brain addled, he looked at her a moment longer before he acted without taking any extra time. She wanted him to kiss her, she'd said so. Right after she said the woman who caught his eye would be lucky, he leaned forward to try to silence her very confusing words.
For his first kiss, it wasn't what he'd expected. Her lips were soft and warm, which he supposed made sense, and she was tall enough that he didn't have to bend over too much. Eleni had been close enough to him that he could just put his hand on her waist an lean in, but now that he'd started this he wasn't sure what to do next. How long did normal kisses last? Should he let go? Keep kissing her? Apologize? The niceness of how it had felt to start was beginning to fade into the awkward realization of what he'd done, and Iason pulled back to simply look down at her again.
"I...so...that's a kiss."
This was a lot of information for his intoxicated state. He was certain half of it was just something he was making up in his mind as they went along, because clearly she wouldn't fancy him. They'd known each other for so long, she'd never said anything before, and drinking only made these sorts of things happen more often anyway. Iason could brush off the other comments, but when she said she wished he was her first kiss he blinked in surprise and looked back at her with his jaw somewhat agape at the revelation.
Him? She really did want to kiss him? She wished he had been her first kiss? As soon as he registered what she'd said Eleni was talking again, apologizing and shaking off everything she'd just admitted to. Did that mean she didn't want him to kiss her? If he'd thought women were confusing before she was multiplying that tenfold with the way she leaned against him and said she wanted him to kiss her but didn't expect him to and really he was just standing there like an idiot while she spoke. He should do something. Say something.
With his brain addled, he looked at her a moment longer before he acted without taking any extra time. She wanted him to kiss her, she'd said so. Right after she said the woman who caught his eye would be lucky, he leaned forward to try to silence her very confusing words.
For his first kiss, it wasn't what he'd expected. Her lips were soft and warm, which he supposed made sense, and she was tall enough that he didn't have to bend over too much. Eleni had been close enough to him that he could just put his hand on her waist an lean in, but now that he'd started this he wasn't sure what to do next. How long did normal kisses last? Should he let go? Keep kissing her? Apologize? The niceness of how it had felt to start was beginning to fade into the awkward realization of what he'd done, and Iason pulled back to simply look down at her again.