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An Evening Detour; ic: Skylar || iso: Cyrus
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S</span></span>he'd led him quietly out of the estate, hand still holding onto his. They'd slipped out like ghosts; nobody would ever notice their absence. It was almost like a Midsummer's Night Dream. But not really. It just had that certain element that you couldn't really describe. <Br><br>

Her skirt swished about her legs as she led him through the sparse woods, treading carefully so she wouldn't trip over a rock or a branch. She was still wearing her heels, after all, it would be easy to trip. She glanced back at her companion, her cheeks flushed with excitement and the exercise.<br><br>

"We're almost there.." she told him as she looked ahead of her again. They still wore their masks, even though there wasn't a single doubt in her mind that they didn't know the other. And then they came upon it. The glade. It was beautiful at night. The flowers illuminated with the light of the fireflies.<br><br>

The sight was absolutely breathtaking. But she turned around and used her free hand to grab his other and walked backwards into the glade, guiding him into it. "So... what do you think..?"


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The charade was up. It was fun while it lasted.<br><br>

But the night still held a power over the two of them, he felt. The masks were still on, his crown still astride his head. The veil between themselves and their characters still drawn. Maybe that was bad, like they were masking their own feelings. He didn't really feel like delving too much into the feeling. Only knowing that for now it worked.<br><br>

He hadn't spoken since they had stolen from the masquerade. No one would miss them. A King and his lady in blue, they'd hopefully be back by the time the clock struck twelve. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he stayed alone with her this long, what with his current mood.<br><br>

Where were they going anyway? Despite the uphill walk, it was getting warmer, the higher altitude apparently didn't warrant a cool autumn breeze. He had to constantly watch for her falling and twisting her ankle, in those heels. Not a good idea if they were to be dancing again. "We're almost there.." He nodded, smiling to himself. Her joy made it all the easier for him to enjoy herself. It was so genuine, how could he not let it affect him.<br><br>

She turned and grasped his other hand, he smiled at her, they had to be getting close. "So... what do you think..?" she asked him as they stepped into the glade.<br><br>

He laughed. As if the night couldn't get any more surreal. He stepped closer to her, taking in the sight. Fireflies, they still were around this time of year. "I think it's.... beautiful," he said. For once at a loss for words.<br><br>

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S</span></span>he waited for his reply, eyes focused on his as he let out a laugh and stepped closer. It didn't feel wrong. At all. In this secluded place, she felt so much more at peace with herself .. and her feelings than ever before. She wanted to savor this moment forever.<Br><br>

"I think it's.... beautiful,"<br><br>

She returned his smile, almost a reflection of his. "It is.. isn't it?" she said softly, letting go of his hands as she turned around and walked to the center of the glade. "They say Spring never ends in this glade, did you know? That's why there are fireflies here... and look at how the flowers glow..." she knelt down, the skirt of her dress spreading around her as she touched the flower petals. <br><br>

Thinking of something, she reached down and took off her heels, casting them just slightly off to the side. It wouldn't do to injure the flowers too much. <br><br>

"I came upon this place during the day... but it's much more lovely at night, don't you think?" she turned her head slightly to look at him, the glow of the flowers and fireflies cast a luminance to her countenance. She was sure of her feelings.. now. But what of his..? She was almost afraid to find out... But the magic of the night still held rein over her and she just... went with it. For now.

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He nodded, watching her kneel in the flowerbed. She could show him anything, a beautiful glade, a pile or rubbish, and have him agreeing, with that smile. But the glade—it was magical. Flowers blooming this late in the autumn, not a single brown leaf on the floor. It almost had him believing in this Harvest Goddess. He brushed back his hair, bumping the crown on his head. For a moment he had forgotten his disguise, the King of the Franks. He glanced around the glade, feeling warm, like the light of the fireflies were lanterns glowing in the night. He undid the clasp of his cape, letting it fall to the ground.<br><br>

As she continued to speak, he looked at the ground. Wondering... what was she thinking? Not just about the flowers, surely. “I’ve... never been here before,” he said. Though he liked to think the circumstances made the glade more beautiful to her.<br><br>

To be perfectly honest, he was a little nervous. Moreso because of his own self than the woman kneeling in the glade. Despite his actions, and all the people he has dated, he was rarely involved with a woman he... cared about losing. And, well, here he was. Mid-thirties, unmarried. There was a reason for that, and while he had experienced a lot of sub-par girlfriends in his time, but he was just as much to blame.<br><br>

A soft sigh issued from his lips, and he stepped deeper into the glade. So he stood beside her. “Mademoiselle Saphir...” he said, not sure he could speak English with her at the moment. “Donne-moi la main, si te plait.”<br><br>

He reached for her arm, fingers brushing the skin between her glove and dress. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, only knowing he had to do something.<br><br>


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T</span></span>here was definitely a reason why she had brought the two of them there. It was a magical place, and to her, it was a magical evening. Away from the people. Although anywhere else probably would have fit their purpose of 'being alone.'<br><br>

When he replied that he'd never been there, it made her happy for some reason. She liked to believe that it was because she had been the first to show him this beautiful place. And even more so because of their current mood. She glanced at his cape that he'd let fall and looked back up to see his crown.<br><br>

An amused smile as she remembered that they were still in disguise. She .. wanted to take it off. Both literally and metaphorically. She wanted to cast aside her mask and his so that she could really see him. But she also wanted to get rid of her insecurities.<br><br>

Her eyes followed him as he stepped deeper into the glade with a soft sigh. And he was speaking in French to her. She'd always loved how the words just rolled off his tongue. Of course, it was his native language... but just the knowledge that he was speaking it to her, despite the fact that she didn't know what he was saying was a giddy feeling for her.<Br><Br>

Not knowing what he said, but feeling his fingers brush her arm, she lifted her arm slightly and gave him her hand, almost like she knew what he was saying... but it was more of just a feeling that she somewhat understood what he wanted. And she was curious as to what he would do.... curious. But nervous. She could feel her heart beating erratically in her chest.

     
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Ah, so she understood his meaning.<br><br>

Her glove was soft beneath his fingers. Gently, he pulled her up. So they were standing face-to-face. He was a little at a loss. What to say. What to do. Despite his usual talkativeness, he felt that words would just destroy whatever he was trying to express. ”Toi et moi- Ça ne changera pas. D’accord?” he said. Smiling. It was a fairly meaningless to say, seeing as she couldn’t understand. For once though he didn’t abuse someone’s lack of... French skills, and speak gibberish. At least he felt what he was saying.<br><br>

Whether she did or not, he couldn’t say. Unless she mastered French in the next minute, he’d probably have to find out a different way. The English-speaking side of him had probably vanished the moment he stated doing whatever he was doing. Never sounded quite as nice when he spoke in English.<br><br>

“Je... je ne sais pas, mais je l’aime. Ce sentiment.”<br><br>

He used his other hand to brush her cheek. And managed to get out a quiet, “How about you?” Hesitating, he leaned over and kissed her forehead softly.<br><br>

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S</span></span>o she interpreted his intentions correctly... She slowly got back on her feet as he pulled her up until they were standing face-to-face. Her eyes made contact with his. Should she say something? Was he going to say something...? There was a small hesitation on her part. What could she say? Besides making idle chatter... to make it last longer. She didn't know.<Br><Br>

And then he spoke. And again, it was in French. It frustrated her, a little, that she couldn't understand what he was saying. She wanted to know. He was smiling... which meant... what he was saying was important, wasn't it? At that moment, she wished she could understand, could share that beautiful language with him.<Br><Br>

It was also a question. She could hear it in his tone of voice. But how could she answer? He continued and her eyes showed him that she didn't understand but she wanted to understand. There was an inner turmoil ... she wanted to ask...but she didn't want to ruin the moment. It felt too... precious. And too fragile.<br><br>

She felt his hand brush her cheek. His strong hand, rough but warm.. and gentle.<br><br>

“How about you?”<br><br>

His voice was soft. And then... he'd leaned to kiss her forehead and he leaned into him unconsciously, closing her eyes for a moment. This moment... It made her heart flutter uncontrollably. There was no way she could deny what her heart was telling her. She felt him lean away and the warmth of his breath against her skin disappeared. <br><br>

Eyes gazed up to meet his, still somewhat concealed by the mask that he wore. She'd almost completely forgotten about them. She smiled at him, not answering his question because she didn't know how to answer it. After all, how could she? She reached her free hand up and slowly, removed his mask, the tips of her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek until it was completely off and she let it drop softly to the ground.<br><br>

Her own mask was still there, but she left it there. She didn't want to remove it.. yet. She placed her hand softly against his cheek, looking into his eyes. Hesitant, she spoke softly, "I... don't know what you said... but..." she shifted her hand, brushing his cheek with the back of her fingers, "I know that... I like this..." His face was so close and yet...

     
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He was glad she didn't speak, and for the pause that filled the gap between his kiss and her answer.<br><br>

When she reached up to remove his mask, he smiled a bit. Of course, she knew who was behind the mask. Not a king, not even close. No, it was only Cyrus LaRue. Perhaps a step down, in some eyes. The mask fell to the ground, softly, barely disturbing the grass between their feet. He hardly dared to make a sound.<br><br>

"I know that... I like this..." she said.<br><br>

"Me too," he said, his voice low.<br><br>

Taking her cheek with his hand, Cyrus closed the gap between them. His lips brushed hers. For the first time in a long time, he was nervous about kissing a woman for the first time. His heart was beating in his chest. He held the kiss a moment, savouring it. Then he parted, but didn't pull away, rather lingered.<br><br>

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S</span></span>he wondered if it was just her, but her heart seemed to pound loudly, announcing to the world what was going on within her body. The way her cheeks flushed when he'd replied in his low voice. She wouldn't have heard it if they hadn't stood so close together.<Br><Br>

Her eyes closed when she felt his palm against her cheek and then she felt them. His lips against hers. It wasn't a dream... right? Surely this surreal atmosphere hadn't started playing games with her. But no. It was real. She was afraid to move; and their lips lingered before he pulled away, still extremely close.<br><br>

She could feel her heart beat uncontrollably. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Satisfied, happy. There was no way to really describe how she felt as she stood there. Her eyes opened again, and she smiled, shyly. It still felt... surreal. Were their feelings really mutual..? Or was it just the magic of the night that made them like this? She.. really didn't want to know.<br><Br>

Fingers brushed softly against his cheek again before they trailed back down. Then, she used one of her hands to remove her own mask. She was no Lady. She was just Skylar. Her arms wrapped around him. Just to assure herself that he was really there. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes again. There was no need to push it any further... After all, the magic of the night could only last so long.
     
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She didn’t pull away. That was a good sign, and the flush of her cheeks warmed his face. Her eyes fluttered closed when he had moved in, and she stood perfectly still. But she was... enjoying it? Her face was still pink when Cyrus pulled away. Yet she was smiling, one he gladly returned.<br><br>

Her mask joined his on the ground. Gone were the king and his lady, now there was only Cyrus and Skye. Maybe it was better that way. He had never much liked royalty. And Charlemagne probably never had the happiness he would have. A crown was a heavy burden. Cyrus swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Hoping he had made the right move, because for a change he cared if she responded with a slap.<br><br>

Her arms wrapped around him, pressing her to him. Cyrus snaked his arms around the small of her waist and let them settle there. Her chin tucked over his shoulder. It seemed to fit there so well.<br><br>

”Mon Ciel...” he whispered. He hoped, come sunrise, he could still express himself this way.<br><br>

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S</span></span>he felt his arms wrap around her and she felt her heart do a leap. Even with the unusually warm air of the glade, holding him like that felt right to her. There was no need to go back to the masquerade at that point, was there? The other people didn't really matter.<Br><Br>

Not at that moment, anyway.<Br><Br>

”Mon Ciel...” <br><Br>

His voice was soft and so .. gentle. Skye inhaled deeply, enjoying his scent. Even after having lived with her for the past few weeks, he still had that salty scent that was a remnant from his houseboat days. It mixed in well with his unique scent and she liked it. And she liked what he said. <Br><Br>

Granted, she still didn't understand, but she liked how it sounded to her. It sounded like.. an endearment. And she could get used to being called something like that. <Br><Br>

There was no way she could stay like this, though. Even as much as she wanted the moment to last; it confused her. She knew her feelings, now. Much more aware of herself than ever before. But how could she know if his actions weren't just a trick of the night? As much as she wanted to ask and to tell how she felt... She couldn't just do that. Not then. And ruin what they had just shared.<Br><Br>

She didn't want to do anything that would ruin the moment. But she started pulling away, slowly, until she left only one hand around his waist. Using her other hand, she lifted it to place her palm against his cheek again, her eyes looking into his and smiling at him. And then, raising herself slightly on her tip toes, she brushed her lips against his once more before pulling completely away.<Br><br>

No words. Skye just silently picked up her mask and went to grab her heels and disappeared beyond the trees. She couldn't stay any longer. She didn't know what would happen if she did. And she needed to be alone, to think...

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He couldn't quite pin her scent. It was flowery, like the springtime. Funny, because that was the season he thought she embodied. When her hair tickled his nose he thought he caught a wisp of strawberry. It was... strange, at a time like this, Cyrus would usually seize the opprutunity to say something romantic. Sweep her off her feet. He found himself uncharacteristically tongue-tied. Even French Cyrus had stopped working.<br><br>

There was a soft movement, he could feel her arm move from his waist. His side was warm from where her arm used to be, he hadn't realised how warm he was. Her hand brushed his cheek, but she didn't speak. Only looked at him. What was going on behind those eyes of hers? This time, she initiated the kiss. He returned it, a gently kiss. Chaste, even.<br><br>

Hm. Cyrus didn't often find himself using that word to describe a kiss.<br><br>

Without a word, Skye picked up her things, and left. Leaving him alone in the glade. Suddenly aware of what he'd just done. He hit his forehead, stumbling back a few steps. Dammit, Cyrus... he thought. He'd let himself take it too far. Not like a romance to shake the foundations of the earth, but maybe where he lived. You-- dammit.<br><br>

Then why was it he was still feeling a little... good?<br><br>

Damn you, Cyrus. Just... damn you.<br><br>

A little angry with himself, and yet pleased at the same time.<br><br>

Cyrus gathered his things, sighing to himself. He had thinking to do, but for now. Adrienne waited. Maybe a bedtime story for two would have them both snoozing, and he could leave the mulling of life for another day. Casting his robe over his shoulder, he stood in the glade for a few moment. Taking it in.<br><br>

You really are a fool. But maybe let yourself be a happy fool, for once in your life.

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