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The dance felt longer than inteded, as they went in circles. Harrison was begging for the music to end as they circled each other in the dance and he twirled her. He had been quite wrong about her, and he hated that. He had thought that he could recognized the souls of people as eerie as it may sound. He was a fine lover of the arts he would admit, he quite appreciated them though he never truly got the chance to see various art forms.
When the dance with the lady, but could he truly call her a lady when she was so unkind, she was more of a, Ah, he did not have a word to call her, perhaps a con artist? After all she was a trickster, a debonair con artist who pretended to be someone she was not- kind, honest and loving. Someone Harrison could once think of as a friend. He watched her closely, though he did not want to look at her, but he could not keep his eyes off her as he stared at her with an unreadable expression. She looked a mix of emotions, confusion and a type of sadness Harrison could not determine. For why was she sad and confused? Harrison should have been the sad and confused one, which he was but mixed with anger. A part of him, Harrison could admit wanted to reach out to her- ask her what were all this emotions he could see in her eyes, comfort her but why should he comfort a con artist? A true sinner from head to toe, and sure Harrison as he said before was no saint, he represented a lot of ‘sins’ that most did not have the courage to commit because they cared to much for what society would think about it, and perhaps Harrison should too after all he was earl. But morever, though Harrison was no saint, and more troubled than the ‘lady’ he found playing with the feelings of the innocent young one’s to be one of the most immoral acts one could commit, one that is worst than most things.
When the dance end, he bowed, it was a mocking one but the crowd could not tell nor could the ‘lady’ or he hoped that she could not, as he began to walk away. Group of ladies gathered themselves around him, trying to get a dance, Harrison just smiled at them, telling them that he would love to dance with them but he had importance matters, to do outside and they should find other gentlemen to dance with.
~end of dance 1~
He walked outside, sitting down on a stone, as he removed his coat, and pulled out a cigar with a sigh. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt with a sigh, putting the cigar in his mouth, and letting out it’s steam. He had been truly delusional to trust her and think he had found a friend, his biggest concern was how was he going to tell them that the lady would no longer be coming? They shall be quite the broken hearted and Harrison would not know how to comfort them. Perhaps, he shall find something to buy for them, it was truly unfortunate he could not visit them everyday due to his troubled duties as an earl. What was he supposed to do too with the painting he has of her? One that she had requested? He did not want to keep a potrait of her no longer, but he could not burn it, so what to do with it? Perhaps he could give it to them as he knew that they liked her, though she did not share the same sentimate.
But would that be a good idea? Truly?
He removed the cigar from his lips, should he be smoking on such a day? Perhaps not, after all it was such an important day for his sister and he lasted 2 months without one, he did not smoke quite often, but he did like to engage in it occasionally. As he but it back in his lips, his coat in his lap, he began to hear a noise.
Two people talking- a voice, one that Harrison knew all too well, it was the voice of the prodigal friend. One who had left without a word and returned without a word it seemed too, and another one- one Harrison did not quite know, he wondered. Who was with the prodigal friend? It was not a lady, Harrison could tell, as the voice was male- rugged, deep and intriguing. Another friend of his perhaps?
Harrison knew he said that he would confront Ilyas later, but the prodigal son was here already and it was outside, not where people could see or hear them and he wanted to meet who Harrison thinks, his recplacement, the new friend. So he stood up, buttoning his shirt, putting the cigar in his pocket and wore his coat. He walked towards where he heard the voice, when he arrived, he leaned on a large rock, his arms crossed, as he stared at Ilyas in all his glory- and the friend, tall dark haired with handsome features. They kept conversing, they did not notice him like Harrison and had wanted, and he let out a cough, “The prodigal friend returns with a friend, Ilyas it has been long no?” Harrison asked, still leaning, an eyebrow arched as his eyes wavered from Ilyas to the dark haired male.
@benitz786 - end of aurelia x harrison
@DandelionKate - Corin
@Madilfill - ilyas