My name? Well, you must be new here. Nikolette Deleqoua, and i'd hate to repeat myself. and yes, those deleqouas. my father was a brilliant qudditch player, and my mother a famous witch-model.
naturally i'd have things expected of me so i keep my head, heels, and expectations high.
étoilé yeux;: Scorp|Nik : We were born to die.
If someone asked him to describe Paris in one word, he’d use a word cliché – and that was exactly an adjective convenient enough to describe moments before the familiar slim and doll-like silhouette decided to speak up. Proximity invoked tension which registered the…
“Why is it only you can something so little out of place about me?” she asked, words infiltrating his mind as he felt slightest part of him panic in the lack of answer; or was it because he feared of what it might be? It certainly wasn’t something he should overthink, and not at this very point, so he let the thought drift away as quickly as the idea of it formed. “Don’t be too flattered, I’m only observant.” A lie. Something he was taught of living in, and it often seemed as a much better solution then the truth, because no matter how honest one would be – it wouldn’t be as nearly appreciated as a lie would. People liked to hear what they want, and everything else could be compared to thinking out of the box – different or rather inappropriate. He felt an indescribable emotion as she inched away from his touch, coldness and certain discomfort washing over him as she did, but he accepted it appreciatively for it shoved the previous thoughts away. It felt the whole deal of listening to her story a lot easier, if he kept the emotions out of the game.
“I know I partially played a big role in letting the curious Nikolette out of the clutches, but I do think it’s time for you to let it go” he spoke honestly, his words possibly somewhat harsh to her so he kept his tone as silent and soft as possible. He’d known her brother for a while now, and while his story was indeed hard to cope with, he also knew he’d be just fine if not better off with himself only. Maybe she would too, and he wished he was creative enough to offer her something she’d hardly ever refuse, to only have her far away from her family in exchange; but it was nothing more but wishful thinking, especially now when she trusted him no more. “She’s hurting you and you promised me not to let it go on. Just tell me, what do I need to do to make you stay away? Because I will.” His words were promising, even though both of them knew how a promise meant nothing; but it meant everything.
He let out a mildly audible laughter to her comment most likely directed at his relationship with Al, but decided to ignore it only for a moment. His laughter felt short of that happiness she was talking about, and it only desperately hung in the air. Instead of replying right away, he flashed her warm, heartfelt smile and nodded, not quite sure why he was agreeing on it “You know, I think that might actually be a good idea. I’m freezing” he added the little act of chattering teeth, not to seem to eager about his decision, and then turned in the opposite direction. He positioned his arm for hers to fit around it as they started moving towards her apartment, and only then he returned to what he previously ignored.
“You wouldn’t be taking anything away from me, you know?” he turned his head to face her, his grayish-blue eyes locking on her ocean-deep ones; both stripped bare to all emotions. “I never felt happy; not completely, at least. It was always something coming in my way, and I guess this thing with Theo was just…” he paused, his lips parted as a shaky breath replaced the unspoken words; there was something in the way of them rolling off his tongue, and he found himself chocking on it. He shook his head, not giving any importance to whatever he was about to say, because he couldn’t – he was supposed to be over it and he wouldn’t tire his mind once again. What was the point of it, anyway? Al was about to leave tomorrow and he wouldn’t see him for quite a while; distance, frustration and doubt would do them no good and he couldn’t take another risk with their already shaky relationship. One more and it would all be over.
She looked down and noted how he softened his voice, something he did when knowing his words would sting. Feeling something boil within her, she bit back her entire thoughts a took a breath to calm herself. “I… Scorp, you know how my family is. You know better than anyone. I just want, I want him. It’s childish and naive to think what I do about it, I… It could be someone who loves me. Loves me unconditionally.” The small girl explained glancing down at her feet before shaking her head a bit and smiling to push away the thoughts, her gaze falling to the arm he had shaped for her. Biting the inside of her lip, she could feel another smile tug at her expression as she looped it through. Her lashes fluttering as she gave him a nod of appreciation and she swore she could feel a bit relief from his body heat.
A small thought waltzing past her mind, how must’ve then looked right now? Most likely like the perfect image of the city’s depiction. A handsome boy with moonlit eyes, guiding a petite girl fancily dressed across the wet night of the city of love. Hues of hold streetlights warming the image, and a large bouquet of florals being carried along. Smiling a bit wider to herself, she resisted to roll her eyes at the situation. Feeling her stomach give a slight whirl before her attention was brought back to Scorpius. Feeling her teeth start working at her lip as she listened to him offer anything to keep away from her mother - to this she only flashed a thankful smile before sighing dreamily. “You know there’s only one way to get me away from them, and that’s be wedded and serving as a pretty little trophy wife in an empty but stunning mansion.” Her mind flickering the image throughout it briefly as she fought back a giggle that tickled at her throat.
However her heart felt a bit stuck as her friend spoke of never knowing full-happiness. Her look softened and she parted her lips to say something, however they remained still after splitting as she appeared at a loss of words. It was funny how he could quite literally take not only her breath away but also her usage of the English language. Her insides only feeling heavier as she heard him speak of Al, and she managed to squeeze his upper arm comfortingly. Luckily Nikolette’s attention was averted once again as she smiled and nodded in greeting at the door man who was a lanky older gentleman in a green uniform. Making it up to the elevator, she pulled a handkerchief from her coat’s pocket before hitting the button and waiting for it to arrive. It was always fascinating to see how much more lady like she would act after vacationing with her mother… The ride upward was silent - though her thoughts batted about her mind with countless, and pointless questions. Did he even remember ever being here? It was years ago, after all. Smiling she guided him out to the hall of her floor, the marble tile glimmering beneath their feet - reflecting the decorative lighting from above. Walking down to the ‘front door’ and unlocking it, lights automatically flickering on and illuminating the loft-like living quarters.
The door was pale, full of white and creme shades - only to be joined with pastel shades of color here and there. The furnishings mimicking ones of high-class homes here in France of the 1800’s. Everything seemed spotless, not even dust that was expected to settle over the years of emptiness was present: showing that the French girl had been cleaning, something she did only when needing to be kept busy and away from her thoughts. A single martini glass stood in the silver kitchen sink, and a few lovely photos sprawled across the coffee table in the ‘living room’ of her home. Each one having a lovely shot of Nikolette herself, her hair in gentle curls and her body wrapped in white. Wedding test shots - in each picture she however was sporting a different dress. A few of the photos pushed away from the rest to indicate that they were favored. Clearly the blonde Ice Queen herself had been here, and it didn’t take calling in Sherlock to figure it out.
Walking over to a vase filled with white tulips, the girl strangled her hand around their necks before tossing them into a nearby trash bin and placing the crimson ones in their place. The entire room seeming to be even more colorless in contrast with them now. The tulips from before? A gift from her mother - which was only more reason to toss them now. Looking up she smiled and slid off her peacoat that had been masking her lovely little ensemble, making it almost a shame that the girl had no date previously planned. Such a pretty look for no intended purpose, however she did manage to run into her long unseen friend: so it happened to come useful after all, did it not? Heading over to the small bar she plucked out two crystal glasses and a bottle shaped from dark-tinted glass. Pouring a fair amount into each cup she then corked the bottle and tucked it away before bringing them both over to the Malfoy boy. “Wine?” Her voice charming and clear as ever chimed out as she took a dainty sip from her own. Nik’s eyes glimmering as they studied the undraped windows to their left - admiring the bright city view momentarily before widening them up at the blonde. “You any feeling warmer, Mr. Malfoy?”
If someone asked him to describe Paris in one word, he’d use a word cliché – and that was exactly an adjective convenient enough to describe moments before the familiar slim and doll-like silhouette decided to speak up. Proximity invoked tension which registered the chemistry, followed by the realization no such a thing would be allowed and a way of hiding the emotions must be found. It was an endless game which would last as long as there was life, and unfortunately it was the one he and Nikolette were both very good at playing. Why unfortunately? Because as safe as they were under their sheltered towers, it was a well known fact that still it was better to trust one then no one. A slight crease formed between his brows, his expression softening to girl’s words; if he was good at something, it was observing. She seemed as distant as he was, and it didn’t take much to connect the dots and figure she was previously having a hard time with her family. He couldn’t help but feel the slightest wave of guilt rush through him, over the fact that he was supposed to protect her from people who called themselves her family, but he bailed on her as Al walked into his life. He was disappointed, by himself, for choosing love over friends because he wouldn’t have wanted for anyone else to make the same choice.
Ever so distant-mindedly, he accepted the flowers and lowered it on the stand, his eyes never leaving the delicate features of Miss Nikolette Delequoa; in fact, they were only joined by the soft graze of his fingers across her rosy cheeks. “Has…” he parted his lips to form a question, but voice of an older woman interrupted his thought, although pressing issue of it was far too strong to be forgotten just like that. Scorpius directed all of his attention to the smooth-accented words shared between two polite women, something about the way they talk making him feel warm and…just warm, but in Nik’s definition of those words. He indeed has gotten warmer, no matter how hard he fought to deny it; it was only Al that got the rougher treatment, but he couldn’t quite find the reason to blame himself for being like that. “Oh!” he breathed out as the lasting confusion faded away and he pushed his hand into the pocket of his coat, pulling out amount of money which most certainly wasn’t appropriate for the stand like this.
Being a Malfoy meant buying your way into the world, and everybody knows that the best tippers get the best positions. After another glance, he realized that Nik indeed did need a nice treatment, if nothing but to be reminded of how much she was really worth – so he handed the money to the old lady and picked up another bouquet of most beautiful red roses he could find. “Tell her she can keep the change” he asked her for a favor, with unusual politeness lingering in his tone, and then took a step back giving the girls a moment before Nik walked over to him. “These are for you, mademoiselle. That’s all I know to say” he let out melodic chuckle escape his mouth as he handed the flowers to the beautiful girl – but as soon as it was drawn across his face, just as soon it faded away.
After few taken steps and moments of blissful silence, he made a stop, ironically – Eiffel’s tower as clichéd as ever in his background. He turned to her, his fingertips using a moment of freedom now once she held the flowers, and ever so softly cupped her cheek, grazing it softly with his thumb “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you’re going through, or that I don’t care. I can see you, Nik; tell me, what has she done to you?” he spoke with an uncommon dose of empathy in his voice, but it was merely a cover for the anger that boiled inside his veins. Anger strong enough for him to pull out his wand and turn into another direction, searching for the one who dared to set a finger upon the fragile girl he’s been holding.
She watched curiously as he selected his purchase, cradling it in his arms before asking her to translate something to the women, which she did with a pleasant smile before catching up with the blonde - shoes clicking the way they typically would, signaling her presence. More so at Hogwarts that anywhere else, ever since third year she had those dangerous clicks trailing after hers: starting off with a pair of kitten heels, and now seemingly having a taste for taller footwear every year. It was funny how the halls would seem to clear, people’s ears would perk up at the echoing noise; one that practically blared out the Ice Queen was coming. Here in Paris they were simply part of the background noise… Curiosity had began to tickle at her brain at his purchase, perhaps he was going to work things out with Al? Or simply out of curtesy for dropping one of her sale items before. Oh! Maybe it was f—.
Her thoughts stopped as he handed them over to her, with an adorable attempt at a commonly known French word. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling the need to fight off a blush that was creeping over her cheeks - her ears feeling a flare of heat as well. She was melting, red flowers blooming in place of the milky snow-like skin she had. Her eyes locked with his before trailing down to the ruby colored bouquet, it’s comforting and rich aroma filing her nostrils and she gently nuzzled her face into them for a better whiff - in addition to trying to hide her flush of color. However as she felt strong hands gently lift it up, her eyes widened at him like a small child fearing that they were caught for stealing from the cookie jar before dinner. Her lashes felt heavy quickly after, and she found herself nuzzling into his palms - her stomach erupting with butterflies. However they quickly opened up again as he spoke, and she realized he had noticed the mark. Leave it to Scorpius to find anything out of the ordinary on her. She bit her lip lightly once again before, “Why is it only you can tell something so little out of place about me?” Her tone light, and innocent.
“I, we got into an argument.” The petite girl explained pulling her face away, and turning her gaze to the side in hopes that maybe if he didn’t keep staring at it the dragon within him would settle. “I brought up Beau…” Trailing off, she desperately needed to lock eyes with the boy - knowing he of all people would have a better memory of him and actually chose to acknowledge his existence. Where as her own parents denied to her she ever had a sibling until she drove them completely mad with the question. Beauregard, what a ridiculous name - but he was real. He smelled of cinnamon and dried earth, he hated his full name: only preferred it shortened version, and he was real. Unfortunately that’s the only memory that lingered within her mind - making it seem as if perhaps he was a figment of her imagination after all from time to time. “So got bitter, but she drank. I should’ve known not to push her… Ladies should know when to speak and when to bite their tongue.” Her voice growing small like a burrowing mouse before she hugged the roses against her chest a bit.
“I didn’t think you’ve forgotten about me, but you were finally happy. I didn’t want to take it away from you… Scorpius you deserve it.” Nikolette licked over her lips as she explained her reasoning. Touching her cheek again her mind began to wander back to her first question, why is it everyone else had trouble noting these things. Surely she kept them covered up well enough then, and yet the silver-eyed slytherin male before her had never failed to question it and cradle her warmly when it occurred. Flipping her locks from her vision she glanced back up at her apartment before offering up her usual smile, “Do you think you’d want to come inside? It’s chilly, and I think they need some water.” Nik offered, gently bouncing the flowers she hugged close to her heart to emphasize the reasoning.
(Source: charmingnikolette, via parseltonguescorp-deactivated20)
Or, what I’ve seen of it at least. Technically I’m not legally allowed within ten feet of the Eiffel Tower, French Ministry of Magic Headquarters, The Louvre, and/or any female French Modeling Agencies, but the croissant shops are pretty fucking awesome.
And exactly why so? Though in all honesty the Eiffel Tower is a bit over rated, perhaps seeing it out your bedroom window everyday leaves that effect on you.
Previous issues with the law. But eh, I’ve already been to the top of the Eiffel Tower anyway. The view is pretty fucking spectacular.
You’ve never changed much have you?
Though that is true, I know of better. Especially the ones that are underestimated, those are the most stunning of all.
Never.
Was that supposed to be poetic or meta-whatever or something? I have a feeling it was and I’m just not getting it because I’m not a girl.
Oh James… What are they going to do with you?
I suppose I’ve been simply spending too much time with Mrs. Deleqoua. Or er.. Mother.
Or, what I’ve seen of it at least. Technically I’m not legally allowed within ten feet of the Eiffel Tower, French Ministry of Magic Headquarters, The Louvre, and/or any female French Modeling Agencies, but the croissant shops are pretty fucking awesome.
And exactly why so? Though in all honesty the Eiffel Tower is a bit over rated, perhaps seeing it out your bedroom window everyday leaves that effect on you.
Previous issues with the law. But eh, I’ve already been to the top of the Eiffel Tower anyway. The view is pretty fucking spectacular.
You’ve never changed much have you?
Though that is true, I know of better. Especially the ones that are underestimated, those are the most stunning of all.
So, what’s gotten you all down in the dumps?
