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[b][color=#7d393d]Location;[/color][/b] NYC streets → Mayweather
[b][color=darkcyan]Interacting with;[/color][/b] Each other [sub][@lovely complex][@Viciousmarrow][/sub] 
[b][color=#7d393d]She will be mine, all mine → Wait, what?! → Mission Accomplished… for now[/color][/b]
[b][color=darkcyan]WHAT IS HIS NAME → Phew, safe → Wait, you’re his son?! → Oh… um… thank you. → Burrrrrrr it’s cold → What are you?[/color][/b]
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[indent][i]Oh Eliana.[/i]

The one whose radiance spoke a hundred thousand words glistened in the moonlight, the celestial queen of dreams, paced the illuminated streets outside Delirium. Such supple, tender lips, such soft, white skin… As Tris peered out from the alleyway, he could only wonder how she, the pinnacle of tranquility, had been wrought. All alone and seemingly expecting no one, this was his time! He could have her all to himself!

Alas… She would not recognize him clad in the disguise he had so diligently prepared. So his form banished itself from the alley, arriving in the vast landscape of his brightly lit closet miles away. An endless tide of outfits surrounded him, and while he could have spent hours pondering what to wear, Charade had no time for such deliberations. The dress he wore was thrown off as were the clip-on extensions in his hair. In less than five minutes, the man managed to scrub away most of the make-up, save for the eyeliner, and don a completely new, more masculine ensemble. His hair was a mess, but easily disguised with a hat. Content with his look, Tris disappeared back to the alleyway where he had come from.

His plan was a simple one: offer Eliana a ride back to Mayweather. What he lacked, however, was a vehicle. Fortunately, New York City was rife with cars to borrow, especially around Delirium where the partygoers came and went quite frequently. Just beyond his love, he noticed a scrawny, middle aged man walking away from a parked, black Honda Civic across the street, keys latched to a belt loop. The blonde waved his hand, and suddenly, those ornaments were replaced with a pebble, while the keys lay at Tristram’s feet. The other man noticed nothing, busily hurrying up the steps into Delirium.

His mission complete, Charade stepped from the shadows and briskly strode toward Eliana. He nearly passed her by before a look of surprise crossed his visage. Turning his gaze to the brunette, Tris tilted his head and asked [color=#7d393d]”Eliana?”[/color] It was clearly etched in his tone that he hadn’t anticipated to meet this woman once again today, but here they were. A dashing smile, full of amusement, beamed at her.

Blinking a couple times, Eliana contemplated the stranger, who seemed to recognize her even with such scantily clad wear. It must be rude of her to not recall where they met. Quickly, she reminded her day in her head until his face did appear in her head. Oh! The guy from this morning! What was his name? [color=darkcyan][i]Did you even ask!?[/i] Okay, play it cool. Smile… and play it [i]cool[/i][/color] Brushing a strand of hair behind her right ear, Dream Catcher gave her acquaintance a gentle smile and an appreciative stare for recognizing her in the dark of the night, “[color=darkcyan]Oh hi![/color]” On the inside, she was beating herself up for not knowing his name, “[color=darkcyan]It’s nice to see you here… thanks again for earlier. I still don’t know how any of that happened, but thanks again![/color]” Her confidence from inside Delirium was deflating like an opened balloon and mentally she was thinking of a [i]polite[/i] way to escape this situation without revealing: hey! I don’t know your name.

She was so cute. The anxiety laced her in tone made it obvious that she only scarcely knew him. Understandable, considering almost no one knew his name. A chuckle fell out of his mouth, and his smile grew wider, etched with playfulness. [color=#7d393d]“Oh that? That was nothing, honestly. Just another day in the life of Tristram Cringe.”[/color] He fed her his name fluidly, composing the beginnings of a serene song. The boy threw a questionable glance at her outfit, but it wasn’t one of disapproval or judgment; he simply seemed intrigued. [color=#7d393d]“If you don’t mind me saying, you look a little out of place here.”[/color] Tris teased, flashing the white of his teeth at her.

Thank the gods! He said his name. Relief flushed over her as she relaxed her shoulders. Her green orbs tried to take in his features but when she finally registered his name her lips went agap. For a brief moment, Eliana deeply stared at the boy that stood before him. [i]Tristram Cringe[/i]. Cringe. This was the first time (or well second) she’s been in the presence of… “[color=darkcyan]Lyon Cringe’s son? The son of the extraordinary Infi-Knight? I’ve read so much about your father! Oh and my aunt--[/color]” Her cheeks leaked red when she realized she was detracting from him and geeking out about his notable father, who had power over space and time. 

Changing the subject by glancing down at her dress and then up again at the handsome Asian, Ellie twirled strands of her hair around her finger, a mechanism when she’s talking to strangers for longer than she’s use to,  “[color=darkcyan]Yeah… I tried something new tonight… is it too much?[/color]” She shyly batted her eyes. 
 
His father came up once again tonight. While he wouldn’t admit it nor show it, the fact that she knew more about the [i]‘extraordinary’[/i] Infi-Knight than himself was a smidge annoying, albeit warranted. Instead of saying anything more on the subject, he simply winked an acknowledgment. This wasn’t a conversation about his father; this was about the two of them. [color=#7d393d]“Honestly? You look absolutely gorgeous, but… That outfit doesn’t suit [i]you[/i], I don’t think. What you were wearing earlier made you, um…”[/color] The blonde paused a moment, deliberating over his word choice. [color=#7d393d]“Well, it made you pop, seemed to reflect more of your personality.”[/color] He grinned and let out a soft laugh, humored by his own cheesiness. 

O-Oh? He liked her when she wore bland clothes? She was [i]absolutely gorgeous[/i] to him. Bringing her hands down in front of her, Eliana began twiddling with her fingers, “[color=darkcyan]That’s sweet of you, Tristram… thank you.[/color]” A sudden chilled breeze caused her to shiver. Why did she not bring a jacket? Oh yeah, that’s right. Because of her sister and Sylvia. On top of being forced to wear clothes that didn’t suit her, she was not prepared for an October night. Trying to hide the fact that she was indeed cold, Ellie curiously asked, “[color=darkcyan]What brings you here? I mean, in downtown.[/color]” 

Tris briefly ignored Eliana’s question, having noticed the shivers crawling up her skin. Silently, he took off his own leather jacket and put it around her shoulders like any chivalrous knight might do. It was only then, after it was assured she’d no longer be uncomfortable, that he went into tonight’s false adventures. [color=#7d393d]“I was performing at a small theater down the road. We were doing a musical number. Have you heard of Cats? Oh, no, I bet you’ve never heard of it. [i]Very, very obscure.[/i]”[/color] he explained to her while joking about the supposed anonymity of the vastly famous broadway musical. 

This man she’s only known for a day was being more kind and generous than anyone she’s come across most of her life. His etiquette was odd for her to be exposed to since most people overlooked her and when they did notice her, they more often than not just wanted information because she was a teacher’s daughter. Holding his jacket close, she got a clear waff of his cologne. Why did that smell familiar? Perhaps it was a common one… her ears perked up when he said he was in a musical number, “[color=darkcyan]Theater? I love theater. Years ago I participated in [i]Sing for Hope[/i] and sang [i]Memory[/i].[/color]” Her green orbs lit up excitably, almost like a child going to the candy store for the first time, “[color=darkcyan]What’s your vocal range? If you don’t mind me asking… I’m a soprano. I’ve been compared to Sierra Boggess, do you know of her? Though I’m pretty sure she started off as a mezzo. I don’t sing in front of people often but sometimes, my mom convinces me to.[/color]” 

It was kind of sad, honestly, that he could feel the excitement in Eliana’s voice. Did no one ever ask her about her interests or what she enjoyed? Well, nonetheless, this gave him an advantage over the rabble. [color=#7d393d]“I’m a countertenor, much in the same vein as Alfred Deller.”[/color] Glaring at the brunette, he perked up at the name Sierra Boggess, apparently recognizing her. For a split second, he turned away with a snicker. [color=#7d393d]“You know, you’re not going to believe me, but I’ve actually performed with Sierra. It was a few years back. I think I was 16, right before my parents… well… went away. We did a duet for my mother on her birthday. My mom was always big on opera and musicals. I guess it helped we had a lot of money too, not to gloat or anything.”[/color] This string of words was, surprisingly, true. That night had been a good one, free of Lyon’s tyranny since he had been off on a business trip or something of that nature.

Was this real? This man that she’s only known for a day was more of a gentleman than any man she’s ever met, outside from her father. A believable one at that. Honestly, most people wouldn’t believe his story about the duet with the famous opera singer, but Eliana could feel the truth behind his words. Plus, why would he tailor that kind of lie? That was oddly specific for it to be a lie. 

[color=#7d393d]“Hey, do you need a ride home? My car is right over there and… we’re headed the same way.”[/color] the question tumbled from his lips, pleading she’d say yes. [color=#7d393d]“I hope that’s not too forward of me. I just uh…”[/color] A crimson hue spread out over Tristram’s cheeks and one of his hands tousled with his own hair. [color=#7d393d]“I’d like to talk with you a little longer. It’s not very often I meet someone with the same interests.”[/color]

To trust him or not to trust him that was the big question. If Eliana wasn’t inebriated maybe she would be more skeptical with this man but everything about him seemed so... genuine. He was just offering her a ride -- what could go wrong? 

What were the chances that he was some psychotic killer? He attended Mayweather and SAVED her. He seemed well enough in her book, for now. 

Tonight was the night of taking risks. Her nerves went to a calm, she beamed a smile toward him and offered her hand, a gesture from a lady to a gentleman, “[color=darkcyan]Well let’s talk. Tell me more about your... duet.[/color]”  

Tris’ heart felt as though it had been pierced by a lance when Eliana accepted his offer, and, even more that, offered the silky smooth flesh of her hand to him. Angels wept tears of radiant joy and the seraphims cried [i]Holy! Holy! Holy![/i] Gently, the enamored Charade grasped her palm, doubled over, and pressed his fine lips to the back of her hand. The White Maiden’s ever vigilant guardian leered at his master, his crystalline orbs singing a romantic tune. [color=#7d393d]“Right this way then.”[/color] he told her with a flourishing smile. With that, lady and man waltzed to Tris’ stolen vehicle.
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[indent]A jovial Ellie exited the car, still laughing awkwardly at a classy joke Tristram had made. Honestly, it looked like this was the first time she’d laughed in long time. The very thought of the notion depressed the blonde. Honestly, there was no evidence that she had any [i]real[/i] friends or anyone that cared enough to get to know her more. All except him, the one that would be her saving grace. As the woman of his dreams, coincidentally the maker of dreams, spirited away, Charade almost forgot the finishing touch to this most exquisite of nights.

[color=#7d393d]“Eliana!”[/color] he called out the car’s window. The brunette twisted around, still sparkling with emotion, and gave the man an inquisitive glare. Those chartreuse orbs of hers bled intrigue and curiosity, pondering what else this unexpected gentleman had up his sleeve. [color=#7d393d]“Can I…”[/color] Tris grew scarlet before the fateful words sprung into the air. [color=#7d393d]“Would it be alright if I took you out to dinner?”[/color] 

Blinking once, no twice, Eliana locked her gaze with the odd man… he reminded her of protagonists from various stories she’s read. He did get her to laugh, which was [i]extremely[/i] rare for her (too much stress, not enough fun). The sad thing was, she couldn’t remember when she last laughed. It was only this morning she got in trouble for going on dates but she… wanted to know more about him. A mysterious man full of surprises. Eliana didn’t know how romantically interested she was in him and yet, she adored their chemistry. It was like he understood her before knowing who she was as a person and on top of that, he made her feel important. 
“[color=darkcyan]As long as there’s dessert.[/color]” Ellie winked at her new companion and gave him a cute wave goodbye, having no idea how provocative she sounded. 

The flames of longing erupted in the belly of the beast, his azure eyes wider than the moon above. She couldn’t possibly mean…! With him…?! ALREADY?! This had gone swimmingly! A thousand times better than how he’d imagined this moment. Glee skittered through his head, no emotion grander than what he felt right now. Tonight was one to remember, one to celebrate for eons to come. Unfortunately, his lonely party would have be delayed since he still had unsettled business with the loathsome Psyche. Knowing her reputation, Delphina’s feeble regent wouldn’t be too hard to find…

And when he did…

Oh, Gianna, the poor miser, her night could only plummet around her now.
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