Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s GroupDylan didn’t know what came over him - one moment he had been speaking to Simon, the next he was charging across the Courtyard. The sight of it, of Tobias bent over Estelle’s hand, knowing the man’s silver tongue and the power of his words, infuriated him like nothing he ever felt. So he reacted, knocking his ex-lover to the ground with a force he didn’t even know he had.
It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. “Don’t you dare,” he snarled as he stepped forward, only to be stopped by Syed and Estelle. The two of them working together were able to hold him back, though he didn’t really struggle that hard, especially when Dalia dashed forward and placed herself between him and Tobias.
“Dylan!” Estelle yelled out.“What’s wrong with you?!”“No, let him go,” Tobias said, hand still on his cheek, blossoming bright red from the impact. “I might have deserved that.”
Dylan stopped resisting, eyeing the man with a suspicious eye. “You deserve that and more.” With one last wrench he pulled himself out of Estelle’s hold, though he made no aggressive moves.
Tobias got to his feet with a hand from Dalia, dusting off his fine suit. “Well, that’s all in the past, isn’t it, darling?” Dylan visibly flinched at the pet name. “Now, why don’t you introduce me to your new friends?” Tobias turned back to the Pride, looking completely unaffected by what just happened. “Let me get started.” He gave a deep bow. “My name is Tobias Smith, my family has been great Patrons of the Academy for generations.”
Dylan glanced at Dalia, a question in his eyes. His sister just shrugged, looking as helpless as he felt. “Tobias,” he ground out through clenched teeth, “this are my friends. They are Guilders, and I’m sure they really don’t care.”
“Oh, they don’t?” He smiled at them, a dazzling smile. “Why don’t we let them decide? Besides, I wanted to invite them to the Ball tonight. It’s going to be a great time - you know how my parties are - and I must admit that I am curious. How did they get one of the most talented painters of this generation in their group?”
Dylan flushed. “Tobias, I’m not...”
“Oh don’t be silly!” he laughed good-naturedly. “You are fantastic, my dear. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. So, who would be interested in my little party? There will be food, wine, music, art and dancing! Please, I would love to see you all there tonight. I'll even make you all have proper attire! There's a lovely little store that will be able to whip up some fabulous dresses in no time! What do you say?”
Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group“This is not how you address the President of the Academy’s Student Council, Keeva! Remember your place, and mind your tone! I am on Student Council business here, you could wait but a minute!”“Oh just shut it!” Keeva snapped, rolling her eyes at Rose as she charged towards her brother. “Every damn day,” she muttered under her breath. Suddenly, Sebastian spun around, leaning down to lick Trixie in the face. “But at least the horse is nice.” She ruffled the horses mane as she tried to figure out what to do next.
This was annoying - with the girl here there was a chance they wouldn’t have time to continue the tour before the Exhibitions began. Following Lucien, she edged her way past Sebastian towards Rose and Angel. The man approached Rose - ooh, not a great move - and then made it even worse.
"Besides," he gave her a dopey looking grin, "a lovely lady like you would look a lot better with a smile on her face."There was no way this was going to end well. Turning to Angel, she quirked an eyebrow at him. “If I end up losing one of my to your sister’s wrath, I’m not taking the blame. You can explain that one to Miss Dalia.”