c a r y s (llewellyns) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-02-08 20:36:00

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adrian mattias, anneliese jugson, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, carys llewellyn, drake parkin, galvin gudgeon, group, magnolia mattias, mirabelle jasper, odette boot, psyke bardera, seth wadcock, tristan bardera, victoria cadwallader, william jugson

Valentine's Day Gala!

Being the defending champs gave the members of the Caerphilly Catapults many obligations, like being the MC's of this rather lavish evening...or, rather, the boys had volunteered Carys to do all the talking as they stood and looked cute in their suits. It was a job that she didn't particularly mind, she'd been in the spotlight all her life, but she grew bored of introducing generous donors and the big-wigs of the league. Carys knew about all the politics that went on behind the scenes, so she put on a good face, but was definitely not shy about voicing her opinion on certain matters.

"Oh, absolutely," she said to the head of the refereeing committee, "But when you've got one ref on the offensive side, and the foul's committed on the far end of the defense's area....I'm just saying, we should probably be taking advantage of--oh, what's it called?" Carys winked at the man, and at the reporter listening in, "--magic?"

She laughed when he huffed and excused himself, and the reporter shook her hand for the great sound bit. Carys gave a little twirl (her dress had too many ruffles not to twirl), and leaned over the counter to order another drink. The sound of something like an amused snort made her turn her head, and she raised her eyebrows,

"Something funny?"

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psyked
2011-02-21 04:01 am UTC (link)

Psyke pulled a face, accepting the fact that she was guilty about lying to him. But it was a good lie! A good lie, with sexy results if Tristan played his cards right. Psyke really had no desire to be at the gala, as she wasn't much for dancing (well, she liked drunkenly dancing, but that totally wasn't her image anymore). She did like dressing up and looking fabulous, so that part was definitely fun.

Really, all she wanted was to go home with Tristan and be with him. Alone. Without schedules or babies crying (her parents were more than happy to watch their darling granddaughter) or quidditch matches. The whole weekend was theirs, and Psyke planned to take advantage of it.

"How long do we have to stay?" she asked softly, her hands going to Tristan's chest, playing with his tie.

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chasingquixotic
2011-02-21 04:08 am UTC (link)

Ah, she was already asking about how long they had to stay. He was still overwhelmed with the fact that Psyke was here at all, but -- well. It made his decisions all the easier in the short-term. He traced his fingertips across the small of her back and then glanced to the side, hoping to catch sight of Carys.

"For an hour or two, at least." He shrugged good-naturedly. As much as he wanted to get Psyke home and snog her senseless, he had to stay at least a little while to feed the press. It wouldn't do to seem too rushed at an event such as this. "Excuse me a minute," he said easily enough, reluctantly untangling himself from Psyke's arms, "I'll be back in just a moment."

And he was -- gone and back in a flash, all smiles and with two glasses of champagne.

"Ah, there. Much better, don't you think?"

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psyked
2011-02-22 04:38 am UTC (link)

An hour or two? Merlin, she didn't know if her libido could handle it. Psyke smiled lightly as he left, figuring he was going to get them drinks like the gentleman he was. Sigh, at least these few moments gave her time to think. Psyke never thought she'd find herself at such a lavish event again, especially with the quiet life she'd been living in Greece. It was nice to feel normal, again, and Tristan had so much to do with that.

Psyke had allowed herself to be an adult and be on her own for the first time in her life. It was something she'd needed, and her time with Lavender in Greece had allowed her to accept the fact that she was able to get through life and be happy. She was happy. What a concept.

"Much," she said with a wide grin as Tristan returned with the drinks. Psyke kissed his cheek and toasted their glasses together before she took a drink.

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chasingquixotic
2011-02-22 04:50 am UTC (link)

The next 45 minutes were ... well, as anyone might expect a Quidditch ball to go. Lots of smiling for the media (although Tristan insisted that most of them were more interested in Psyke than him), and a little bit of nibbling on the food spread. Tristan was more than anything just glad that Psyke had shown up tonight, for more reasons than one.

People knew that he was a hopeless romantic. That was why he'd tried to get involved with that bint who'd been in the abusive relationship. It hadn't worked out in the end, and he'd felt badly about it. Still, now wasn't the time to dwell on past relationships. Things with Psyke were working better than he'd ever hoped they would.

Tristan glanced up at the stage to see Carys approaching him. He had to hide a smile behind his mostly-empty glass of champagne, kissing Psyke on the cheek before disappearing to 'go and refill their drinks' even though Psyke's was still three-quarters full. Carys tapped the microphone, clearing her throat.

"Excuse me, everyone -- I'd like you all to stop for a minute, please. Someone's found something on the floor ... it's even got a tag attached to it, so the owner should probably come up here. Psyke Smith? Is there a Psyke Smith in the audience?"

Tristan was still nowhere within Psyke's line of sight, intentionally waiting by the drinks table. He'd -- well, he'd thought of this on the fly, and he hoped Psyke didn't think that it was a stupid or silly way to propose. He thought it was a good idea, at any rate.

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psyked
2011-02-22 05:05 am UTC (link)

Psyke winced at the sound of her name. Yes, her appearance at the gala had attracted attention (but seriously, when didn't she capture everyone's attention?), but to actually call her out---she'd lost something? Psyke listened again and looked around for Tristan but could not find him. Great. He left now, when she was basically being called upon stage for something with her name on it?

She moved through the crowd, blushing as people murmured and Psyke was ready to push Tristan into the punch bowl for taking so long and not being with her at this really awkward moment. She stood on the floor, in front of the stage, reaching up to Carys so she could hand her whatever it was. Maybe it was...Psyke couldn't even stab at a guess (but maybe that was the champagne impairing her thought).

"Nooo, no," Carys said, pulling her hands to her chest to hide whatever it was, "Get up here, will you?"

Psyke wondered who this tiny quidditch player was, but smiled as if she was in on the joke and came around the stairs, taking her time. If someone was going to play a trick on her, she was going to act as suspicious as possible so to not look like a fool. Once on stage she put her hand out again, and the other woman grinned brightly and she dropped whatever had been clenched in her fist into Psyke's open palm.

"Holy shit!" she squeaked, causing the audience to laugh. Cameras were flashing as Psyke's hand flew to her mouth, her other grasping the---the ring tightly to her chest. What--what---what? Her eyes frantically scanned the crowd for Tristan, ready to burst into tears from excitement and----"Holy---"

"Keep it PG, please," Carys laughed. She grabbed the mic and looked out into the crowd, "I think there's something Mr. Bardera wanted to ask you, if you don't mind."

Psyke gaped, shaking, wondering if she was going to be able to keep her balance in these heels. Not for long!

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chasingquixotic
2011-02-22 05:12 am UTC (link)

Once he'd seen Psyke starting to head up to the stage, Tristan had started to wind his way through the audience toward the edge of the stairs. He'd taken care to try and make sure Psyke didn't catch sight of him, even though he did feel bad about his own measure of secrecy. He had done it for the same reasons Psyke had been telling him lies about why she had to stay in Greece and couldn't possibly come out for Valentine's day even if there was going to be a big gala and the Catapults were hosting it.

He stepped out onto the stage and tried to ignore the flashing -- Merlin, he was going to go blind and not even be able to get to Psyke to do anything, but ... well. There he was, taking steps toward her until he was close enough to take her hand.

"I hope you don't hate me too much for springing this on you in front of all these people. I really was planning to do this a little later, but I'd had things in my pocket and you showed up tonight..." All right, he was rambling. Time to cut that short, "...and it just seemed too perfect. Kind of like you, actually."

He cleared his throat. It wasn't really important whether the microphone picked this up or not - the whole spectacle was for Psyke, not some sort of media stunt.

"I'm sure you don't need me to tell you this, Psyke, but you are the most vibrant, exciting, wonderful woman that I've ever met. I knew it from the first moment I saw you. And I love you -- and Lavender -- too much to keep this in any longer. Will you marry me, Psyke Smith?"

If she said no now, he was going to be so very embarrassed.

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psyked
2011-02-22 05:24 am UTC (link)

Her eyes had been welling with tears the moment she'd set sight on the ring, and finally catching sight of Tristan almost pushed Psyke over the edge. He was proposing. He wanted to marry her! Her. Merlin's bloody beard, for someone who only four short years ago had never imagined she'd ever be married, let alone have kids, she'd done a pretty damn good job with the men who wanted her to be their wife.

Happy, happy, she was going to be happy for the rest of her life, and it was such an amazing feeling, one she hadn't felt in so long...Psyke had honestly never thought she'd reach this sort of euphoria again after Harper had died, but she'd managed to persevere, keep Lavender happy, and finally find a place to call her own.

Psyke couldn't hear the crowd or see the flashes of the camera as Tristan spoke. Her breaths became quick as she tried to keep some composure, but the moment he said that he loved Lavender too, Psyke couldn't hold back her tears any longer. He loved her, he thought she was wonderful, and he loved her baby girl, too. It was the most thoughtful thing Tristan could have said to her, even beyond the face that he wanted to marry her.

Well---she had to answer him, there were people waiting she realized as she snapped back to reality.

"Of course I will," she let out, handing him back the ring, because of course she couldn't put it on herself.

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chasingquixotic
2011-02-22 05:29 am UTC (link)

Tristan had been holding his breath more or less since he'd finished blurting out the question. Of course it had been a little awkward with how nervous he was, but -- well, it was worth it to see Psyke's reaction. He knew that she liked things dramatic, and it wasn't like he was going to get another shot like this in his lifetime as far as Tristan was concerned.

He let out a heavy puff of air once she finally answered, taking the ring from her and pausing for a moment. Ah, she'd said yes! That was -- well, he really had been pretty sure that she would accept, but it was a relief and a joy and a thousand other things. He slipped the ring onto her finger with a wide grin, immediately leaning in to press a kiss to her lips. It was much firmer than the tentative one that he'd given her earlier -- if she was going to be his wife he was pretty sure he had to get used to more public displays of affection.

"Great! So .. uh, I guess we should let everyone get back to the gala, huh?" Hopefully he hadn't somehow ruined everyone else's night. He could see it now: dozens of men not going to get laid because they weren't as romantic as that sweet young Quidditch player.

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