elizabeth f. fortescue (ringmybell) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-10-29 20:32:00

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adelaide jordan, augustus borgin, bess fawcett, chester scabior, drystan fawcett, elizabeth fortescue, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, euan abercrombie, franziska dolohov, gabriel corner, group, hannah wood, jonas ackerly, kobe ackerly, lydia proudfoot, lyssandra vance, macon carmichael, noah boot, noël carmichael, odette boot, patrick vance, rachel corner, rebecca abercrombie, seth wadcock, stubby boardman

Halloween Party (for Saturday!)! Everyone!
Halloween was her favorite day of the year, outside of her birthday. And Christmas. And Valentine's Day! It was still pretty up there, considering that there were 365 days in the bloody year! Liz couldn't handle the excitement, whether it be from dressing Katie up in adorable little outfits (plural, because she simply could not pick one obnoxiously cute costume for her daughter) or doing her hair or making Ian dress up and the candy!

Ohhhh, the candy.

It was probably not a good idea to be on a full blown sugar rush when you left for a big party like this, but her fans (she had FANS!) were used to her rapid paced talk! So this should be the norm for everyone, because Liz Bell was a show stopper! The red carpet was sooo much fun, and the Bells were just sofreakinggoodlooking so why would the cameras not flash at them and sigh.

Halloween was the best ever.

"How are my buns?" she asked without looking up, unsure if she had wandered away from her husband or not. There were so many pretty costumes and lights and shiny things...it really wasn't her fault if she'd gotten lost in the crowd.

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Elsie!

fortunesfool
2009-10-30 07:58 pm UTC (link)

"I can't believe you got me to wear this."

Elliot murmured under his mask, glad that whatever charms had been put on made it easy to kiss Elsie even with the obnoxious nose. He hadn't been able to stop kissing her in what felt like years, even though really...the past two months of his life had felt like a decade. Mentally, physically, it was as if he'd gone through every stage of life, experienced every emotion a million times over.

He'd only managed to not go insane because of the woman in his arms, and Elliot only slightly pulled away from her before he was kissing her again. Elsie had made him see that his life wasn't over and that there were a million things to live for. Liam, his sister, his father, their future. Over the fear of losing his job, the stigma of being a werewolf, the thing that had terrified Elliot the most when he woke up was that Elsie would want nothing to do with him, that she'd be terrified of being with a werewolf.

Boy had he been wrong. The woman was even okay with marrying a werewolf. Last weekend, in fact. Maybe that's what it was, the high of a newlywed letting Elliot get past his self-consciousness and wear the silly costume.

He should probably keep kissing her, then.

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softwhatlight
2009-11-01 01:07 pm UTC (link)

"I didn't—this was your—and I went along with—!"

Her squawk of indignation was both interrupted and dulled by Elliot and his very persistent lips (or was it snout?). It had been very difficult work not to giggle every time he'd advanced on her whilst they were getting ready, excepting a cold, wet nose to bump her cheek instead of very human lips.

Elsie tugged at the hem of her cloak, green eyes very anxious as she looked up at Elliot's face, trying to ascertain if this was okay, if he was nervous, if she'd perhaps done something wrong. The honeymoon had been brief—very brief—but it was by no means over, yet. Even though it felt as though she'd been married to him much, much longer than she really had been, she still thought that there were many things unspoken between them, perhaps problems that they had avoided facing.

Or perhaps she was scared that blissful married life couldn't last this long, so she might as well walk on eggshells whilst it lasted, perhaps to soften the blow when it did end. Elsie already knew that this wasn't going to be easy.

But that was for another time. Tonight, everything would be all right. She slid her hand down his arm, curling it around his own, giving it a squeeze.

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fortunesfool
2009-11-01 10:45 pm UTC (link)

He let out a howl of laughter and attempted to pull her even closer. Elliot could honestly not remember a time he'd been as happy as he was right now, right here, with Elsie. Any happy time during this past year had been with Elsie, and she'd been the one that made all the terrible times seem...like they weren't going to last forever.

"We're cute," he let out, actually swaying to the music. If any of his friends could see through his mask (though they could probably assume that Elsie was dancing with him) they would be astonished that he had the capability of moving in rhythm to any sort of music. At least he believed he was in rhythm. How much more foolish could a werewolf look in a big bad wolf mask, hm?

Oy, it was still so strange. Some days the thought made him laugh at how ridiculous his life had been for the past three years, and some days it sent him to dark places that he refused to escape from. Elliot supposed that he was doing better than some recently turned werewolves; he had been forced to attend therapy sessions at St. Mungo's and it was strange to hear about how horribly different each case was. Right now he was in that happy place, though, and Elliot shimmied and attempted to give Elsie a twirl.

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