brianna a. sloper (nastyshock) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-06-25 16:48:00

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anneliese jugson, bertram aubrey, bianca aubrey, brianna sloper, group, rhys nott, william jugson, zachary sloper

Sloper Wedding!
She'd gone from hyperventilating in a brown paper bag as her sister rubbed her back to feeling like she could fly. Without a broomstick, of course. Brianna clung to Zach's arm as she watched their friends begin to jump onto the dance floor of their seemingly spur of the moment wedding. She had felt awful about not being able to share all the excitement, but knowing that there weren't going to be any photographers jumping out of bushes, and that their wedding photos were going to be their wedding photos was absolutely worth all the stress she'd endured.

"I'm glad you showed," Brianna said teasingly, leaning into Zach's side. What a fit that would have been had if he hadn't figured out that the wedding was in June and not July. Brianna's logical side was sure that she would have said something before the day, but her frantic, sometimes uncontrollable side still wanted to knock his head off for putting that fear into her head. What a boyfriend, she had.

What a husband, she had!

The thought made her smile though and she kissed Zach on the cheek, taking in a deep and happy breath of excitement.

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isthesun
2011-07-07 04:03 am UTC (link)

What a stupid response. She didn't even have to listen to it to know that whatever came out of Rhys's mouth was going to be stupid, of course, because most things were. He never said anything in arguments which was not idiotic, which is why she always won, except for those few times when he caught her on an off day, which could hardly be counted against her when---

Wait, what?

Wait.

What?

She had almost missed it, she had been so ready with her next jab. She had almost missed what he had said, mouth open already with a poison dart poised on the tip of her tongue, just waiting to strike back, but--but he...

Juliet was nearly certain she had just heard Rhys tell her that she was right and he was wrong, which was... accurate, yes.. which she should have been happy to hear, yes, but... What was going on? Never before in any fight that she had engaged in with Rhys Nott over the past many years had he ever, ever admitted defeat. No, they just didn't do that. When they didn't win a fight, they stormed off and didn't speak to each other, not stood there and just owned up to it. In fact, she was sure that the reason he had run off and stayed away from her in the first place was at least partially because of that aspect of their relationship... which admittedly was fairly frustrating, and which she had admitted to herself during the long months was a very foolish reason to allow yourself to lose contact with your technical husband, but to just actually come out and say it was---

Merlin, she felt dizzy.

There had been very few moments in Juliet's life that broke through her carefully maintained walls of sarcasm and snarkiness, and almost all of them thusfar had for some reason had to deal somehow with the man in front of her. Somehow he was the only one who could say or do something that left her completely stunned and lacking a cool comeback, and he had just done it again, right when she had least been expecting it.

Could you honestly hate someone for basically apologizing? Because Juliet was certain that she had just found a way.

Frozen in place, staring at him intently, her fingers dug into her arms nervously, her whole aura confused and uncertain in that moment. "I--" she struggled, "I---ah, I... see, then." Oh, this was so very uncomfortable. "Then I suppose you... would not mind me seeing them?"

That was right, deflect back to the children. Because this situation had already gone far too much into the two adults in too short a time.

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notorious
2011-07-07 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Huh? Rhys dropped his hand from his face in shock, looking just as confused and uncomfortable as Juliet did. Wait--- why wasn't she berating him? Making fun of him for giving in so easily? Attempting to chop off his balls to hang for all to see? He did not understand. What... exactly was happening here? He did not like it.

He shifted his perplexed look from Juliet to Catherine and Matthieu, who had continued their conversation as if they had not been listening. They might not have, and they seemed perfectly fine with each other. What--- was--- happening? Rhys blinked rapidly, finding the room and atmosphere incredibly hot and bothersome. Holy fuck.

So if she was going to go along with this, then he supposed he had no choice to but as well from here on out. Even though... technically he started it. Which felt strange, because Rhys hadn't felt like he truly had. Either way, he wanted nothing more than to leave, move on, and never speak of this moment again.

A smoke! Where was-- Rhys began to pat down his front, looking almost desperately for his pack. He knew he had purposely put them in here knowing how much Juliet hated them--- once his hand finally wrapped around the pack, he remembered he had to say something to her.

"Ah--" Rhys stared, looking confused as his gaze jumped every which way. "They--- are... at my brother's," he spoke jerkily. "We can go...?" He could not finish that sentence, Juliet would just have to figure it out on her own.

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isthesun
2011-07-07 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Good, so he was out of his element as well... Good, good. As long as they were both acting out of the ordinary, there was no issue with it, right? Well, there was, because it was annoying and uncomfortable, but... there was no way they could make fun of each other, and that was the most important thing. If she had to hear about this again from him in the future, Juliet might have killed herself on the spot.

Despite how awkward it made her feel, she watched Rhys as he fidgeted around and finally pulled out a pack of cigarettes, in that moment not really caring that she had long ago demanded he drop smoking as punishment for getting her pregnant (well, also for the twins, but mostly for her suffering). Hell, she could use one too right about then, as she certainly needed something to bring her head back into reality and sense.

As he spoke, Juliet forced herself to focus on his voice, nodding stiffly a couple of times, not even thinking of how little she desired to see Theo. No, the only thing that mattered was to get away from the reception and out of this strange air and go... home and be normal. Because honestly, she wasn't sure how much more of this torture she could take.

"Yes, I-- let's go, then," she said softly, already stepping forward as she spoke. An awkward near-afterthought, she reached out to grab Rhys's arm as she walked past, and ushered them both out of the reception area as quickly as possible, not a word to their former companions. It did not matter. She just wished to leave.

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