the maelstorm

it was a call she’d received within the middle of the night which had sent the girl on edge—the small blinking light of her cellphone having  taunted her as she’d listened to her voice mail a numerous of times—a call so unexpected, cordelia still almost can’t believe the words she’d heard. remembering the shudder-induced beep, a computerized voice relaying that she had one new message (because there’s only a few living ‘things’ that knew this number, either way) and still, she hadn’t expected it to be her grandfather on the other end.  his words still resonating in her ears as she looks toward the crowd of people who dance and sway in the middle of the floor.

 with the lilac curls  which reach the small of her back, they fall gracefully along the girl’s frame as she spectates those before her. red lips coupled along with the light eye shadow and blush which enhanced her features. the short black dress  cordelia wears sways from side to side as she gets a feeling for the music.

it’s an odd sight—to see the girl so put together—so elegant, with the way her jewelry compliments her dress. though despite her suddenly attractive appearance, she’s tempted to take a few shots; the thirst that burns within her throat begging her for more. however, the female shakes her head, thinking back to the words which had been left for her; the picture in which he’d sent her.

she looks back over the crowd in search for a particular person. eyes skimming through various faces as she stands along the sidelines with arms crossed and it isn't long before her gaze finally falls upon her target. straightening her shoulders, she crosses the haunted floor; approaching the one she’d just laid eyes on. a sister she’d only been informed about less that twenty-four hours ago. each step she takes, recalling her back to the memory of the phone which continues to flash that tortuous red light.

 in that moment , a sense of anxiety begins reel in,  taking in a deep breath, she glances at the other in front of her. ’just do it,’ she repeats to herself internally, trying to convince herself that maybe something magical will happen. maybe is she repeats it enough, god will spear her. but, as she’s caught in her actions; tapping on the other’s shoulder,  the words escape her abruptly.

with the dark clouds that hang themselves along the night's sky, cordelia has suddenly found herself sitting outside; puffing out few of her own clouds--some much smaller and similar to the grey ones which loom overhead. she's come out, in hopes to get a little air--to get some space away from the commotion which still goes on inside, and as hands bunched up in the pockets of some tuxedo jacket she's stolen off a random chair, a cigarette hangs loosely from her mouth. letting out yet another puff of smoke, she feels the cold air that nips viciously at her bare legs, making her almost wish she'd worn something a little warmer. though, her train of thought is soon lost as the presence of another sparks cordelia's interest. tilting her head to get a better look at the girl, naturally she motions a box of cigarettes her way, in what seems to be some sort of friendly offer. a small grin illuminating her features, as a flash of curiosity fills her gaze.

walking by herself, the girl can't help from playing with the hemming of her dress--not exactly familiar or used to the feeling of the fabric brushing against her thighs. it's a strange sensation, especially for someone who isn't commonly seen wearing such formal attire. continuously walking through groups of people, the girl's steps are slow and steady as she tries to pertain cautious of those how may lie ahead of her--cautious of the potential obstacles in her way. dodging in and out of various crowds, still there isn't an escape for the outside air which the female suddenly begun to crave. she'd been trapped in one place far too long--not that she hadn't been enjoying herself but rather, it was just a need for freedom. and, with eyes that skim her surroundings, desperately searching for a way to the outside; cordelia smiles to herself.

though, it isn't a glimpse of the exit she sees, and rather a familiar face among a sea of strangers-- even if it may have been her tutor, the influence of a little alcohol has cordelia more than excited to see the particular female. moving swiftly to meet the other , a small smile is worn upon her features. 

the whole point of joining in this function is supposed to be an excuse for cordelia to come out of her shell a little,(or rather--an excuse to get drunk and dance.) though,either way, it's working and as the night grows shorter, the girl too, grows to be a little more carefree. the way she's suddenly chosen to invite herself into the company of  various strange and interesting people. it's obvious her weaving in and out of certain social circles will have her winding up in trouble,nonetheless.

in this moment however, little things like such don't concern  her. the music itself and last minutes till the end of the year being the only thing which really matter to her. taking a small break, slim figure leaning against wall behind her, she admires the crowd of teens who are scattered throughout the vicinity. noticing a girl who stands alone, cordelia puts it in her best interest to approach the other.

soon tapping on the older's shoulder, she waits for her to turn around. a brow quirked as the girl tilts her head to the side. "do you not care for dancing?" it's a rather blunt question, and to be honest, something more along the lines of, did you come here alone?--seemed more appropriate.

positioning herself beside the stranger, cordelia gives the female before her a small shrug. "do you mind me waiting this one out with you?" a small laugh is emitted past painted lips while pointing in the direction of the dance floor; shaking her head at those shameless enough to bare their own, peculiar moves.

tonight is a night where nothing seems to matter— reckless minds roaming freely as the only thing worth thinking about is the last glimpse we have left before the clock strikes twelve. It’s the end of a new year and the birth of another—and whether the child of a hero or villain, at this moment, it wasn’t something the girl seems to bother herself with. instead, the influence of a little alcohol has cordelia smitten in a lightheaded bliss.

songs slowly beginning to fall into themselves, submitting ,dominating one another with the chords and harmonies which clash the next in cacophonies until they’re morphed into the siren’s call –- pushing and pulling the crowd, spinning between the waltz and body waves. Cordelia has too, emerged herself in the phantasmagoria, fingers entwined with various partners, the lights filtered with tints of cyan and pink swathing her in their idyllic glow.

 lilac curls cascade themselves gracefully down the girl’s back; her short black dress swaying with every move she makes, and it’s rare for cordelia to seem so elegant—so put together. black jeweled earrings hanging from her ears coupled along with the necklace to match—it surely was an odd sight. though, the girl disappears from the rendezvous of dancers to the margins where the guests sipped wine and inhaled champagne--where the quiet wallflowers stood watch, the outer-sphere of conversations tangling with chortles and mountains of music.

it’s there, her gaze falls onto the stranger which suddenly catches her interest. eye’s following the other as she finally convinces herself to approach him, the sound of her heels faintly trails behind her and  tapping on the male’s shoulder, she can’t help but hear the change of the next song start to play. a soft expression worn upon her features—in all honesty, it’s an odd sight, however, she continues with a  pleasant smile.

a night of  music and elegance, never before had cordelia attended such an occasion. the impulse and feeling of melting away into the crowd of people, swaying to the various rhythms in which the vicinity has to offer –she’d always wanted to partake in a ball. It was something she’d always craved due to the elements in which had been promised within the thin pages of  fairy tale books she’d loved as child. stories of kingdoms and power,  they’d intrigued  the girl from an early age. though , having lived majority of life under the ocean, such things had never been possible. At least, until now that is.

breaking away from the sea of people, cora feels a tiredness creep within her legs. she'd been dancing and mingling since she'd arrived tonight, and with the few laughs which escape her as she waves goodbye to her last acquaintance, the girl finds herself in search of a seat--somewhere to sit--somewhere to take a break before the music dares to call her for more.  

eyes skimming her surroundings for a private space, it's the familiar features of a particular female which grasp her attention.

if this had been a normal night, cordelia would have probably stirred clear of the other. however, with the warmth of the alcohol which was already coursing throughout her veins; a since of tipsiness shown in the small smile she wears,  cordelia moves closer to the girl. taking a seat beside her roommate as she greets the other with a small nod, holding a bottle of champagne up for elena to see.

Knowing the girl’s penchant for chaos, Jane isn’t all that surprised by this announcement, after all, she’s fairly certain that five parties is the bare minimum needed to appease someone like Cordelia on a night like tonight. “That…sounds like a lot of fun, actually,” she laughs, “are you going into Monaco tonight, then? I don’t think there’s even going tobe five parties at Elias.” 

To a Girl As Beautiful as These Flowers,

Happy New Years! I hope your new year is full of happiness and memories to treasure. Have fun at the ball tonight, date or not. You’re perfect the way you are.

- A stranger

classes had just come to an end, and as the girl swiftly shoves her books into her bag, she doesn’t seem quite enthusiastic for this year to end and for another to begin. students scurrying to escape their previous teachers, still, cordelia has no clue why everyone is always in such hurry to occupy the halls. however, it seems she’s closely catching on to the way of her peers,  hasty steps soon guiding her in the direction of her own locker.

"shit.." shock pools up in the pit of her stomach by the time she’s managed to open the lock— the little door flying back only to reveal the set of flowers which are left there, and cordelia isn’t sure what to do. eye’s skimming over her surroundings, she checks to make sure the coast is clear before daring to pull out the small bouquet—reading the small note for the first time.

with the confusion which illuminates her features, brows furrow while trying to determine whether such act is a prank. maybe they’d gotten the wrong locker, and these were meant for some other girl? there wasn’t anyone she could think of who’d leave her such thing, nonetheless leave her with such note. psh—beautiful?in that moment cora is certain they weren’t meant for her. a small frown tugging at the corner of her lips, she admires the colors and the subtle beauty in which they have to offer. holding them within her hands, she takes her leave.

cheeks flushing into a soft pink, she studies the flowers once more.

it’s for yet another night out in monaco, that cordelia has the pleasure in meeting this so called,sebastian bjorgman.

with the two running into each other so randomly, it’s only mere  coincidence that both attend elias—the sound of the club’s music which had thumped and bounced in various tempos. the sensation thrives vividly within the girl’s previous thoughts, with what seems to only have been seconds ago. the cold air that nipped viciously at her bare legs. the crowd of young adults and a few underage teens that had swayed below her as she danced and mingled with the select few who’d caught her interest.  bright lights, sweat and heavy aromas—the smell of alcohol and stranger’s perfume; it’s all been something she’d became accustomed to— enjoying everything it had to offer from the beat, vibration, and the way the walls shook to the rhythm of the melodies which filled the vicinity.

they were all gone now.

all replaced with the small fits of laughter which surpass a drunk smile; intoxication having overcome her as she runs quickly behind the boy who sweeps her along..hands guiding her in the direction of a quick escape. both cordelia and sebastian had managed to sneak in through an open window. however, that still didn’t guarantee them from getting caught. with her own hand which tries to smother the giggles which escape her lips—she attempts to be silent.

scurrying throughout the halls, fun was the only thing that either one seemed care about. All that had changed and as the night grew shorter,it had become something she’d yearn for—something she needed.

careless minds which roamed freely. that’s what she was now— careless. the word ever so bitter sweet. rolling off the tip of tongues who insult her, and the word was a compliment to cordelia now as before, that’s she ever did. care.  

not bothering to think, she stops as sebastian leads her into a room which she assumes is his own. stumbling into the door herself, she leans against the wall trying to regain her balance. a sudden dizziness corrupts her vision and suddenly everything becomes blurry; a small pain throbbing in the side of her temple.

 still, it’s only laughter that is emitted through the young woman’s moth. it isn’t long before she finds herself plopping down onto the male’s bed. hands grasping at the cool sheets while making herself comfortable.  though, when unwelcomed hands are there to pull her closer, cordelia is quick to protest. arms about to push the other away, it’s only until she notices that her new acquaintance has feel unconscious does her fighting attempts come to a stop. scoffing quietly, she can’t believe he’s already fallen asleep. talk about a buzz kill.

 thinking  about how she should take her leave, the girl feels the arms wrapped around her tighten. feeling her own eyes become heavier, suddenly the thought of escaping the other’s embrace doesn’t seem all too appealing. her limbs have become to heavy, body having become too warm, all in all, she’s too indulged in an inebriate bliss to move.

♠:Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

it’s a slow day—people walk up and down the halls while the soft thrum of rain begins to fall outside. cordelia sits in trance as she listens to it’s once soft beating, turn into a harsh breathing against the earthly ground. the melodious pitter patter which knocks against her window resonates within her ears, and in that moment, the girl can’t help but admire it all in its magnificence. It’s one of the first times she’s ever experienced rain apart from within the pages of a novel.—it’s also the first time she’s ever seen water fall from the sky.

it’s beautiful.

though, as her pencil glides across the blank sheet of paper. It’s not the gloomy scenery which she is drawing, but instead, auster rose.

it’s the prince who she’s chosen as her inspiration for today. eye’s drifting from him to the paper ever so often; a glimmer of determination illuminating her gaze as she does her best to make him appear just as alive on paper, as he is in real life.  with lips pursed, she focuses of the contours of the other’s face.

it’s been a good fifteen minutes, that cordelia has been trying to grasp the subtle expression which is placed across his features. however, something’s wrong—something is off. with the tilt of her head, she studies the male before her; halting her previous work as looks for the culprit of her troubles.

that’s it.

a light chuckle escapes through paled lips as the artist shakes her head in dismay. “and you are supposed to be royalty,” she teases while shaking her finger at him in disapproval. ” you shouldn’t go around with your tie like that.”

laughing, the female thinks of him probably having woken up this morning with groggy eyes, too tired to have realized the careless mistake he’d made. "don’t worry, I’ll fix it." cordelia offers as she makes her way toward him. undoing his tie before adjusting it properly; she straightens his collar in the process.

"there," she gives him a small smile, hands dusting of his shoulders while taking one more glance to make sure his appearance was fine.