Treven Miles

"Thank you, I’m Lucia."

His legs were sore after working anyway. A rest would be nice.

"Isn’t it origin of the myth?" he thought aloud, furrowing his brow at the man’s conundrum, "Or something like that. And aren’t sprites elementals, more often than not. Pixies are usually a type of fae? The winged, little, mischievous kind? I think? Maybe?" He’d drawn enough of them that he felt he should know by now. But he was still unsure.

It had definitely been bugging Treven for awhile that he couldn't seem to find any decent origin story for the two.

His next words however, made the color of her cheeks deepen and a nervous little laugh escaped. “It suits you well.” She said softly. “I’m glad you wore it…” She bit her lip to try to calm herself but it didn’t really do much aside from hurt slightly.

Tonight was going to be a long night. In perhaps the best way possible.

They stood there for a couple seconds, with Treven just lost in her eyes. Then, as if emerging from a fog, he smiled and went into his playful "let's get this done" mode. He needed to limit the staring, but it was very difficult. There might as well have been twenty spotlights trained on Sally. Whether that was his own feelings or simply the colorful energy that she emitted, or both, it was hard to tell. All he knew was that Sally was positively radiant, and that he felt privileged to be her escort tonight.

"Ready?" he grinned, holding out his arm and making his way towards the car when she took it.

She wrinkled her nose at Treven as she passed to grab the laundry, amused at herself, and unable to be angry with him. 

Upon her return, she half expected the question that greeted her. “If you want to…” She smiled, she didn’t mind doing it on her own. But she knew full well that the chores either of them did ended up being a team effort. It was just how they worked most of the time.

With the basket on the floor, he started grabbing clothes, placing them on his lap. On the weay up, his arm brused Sally's, but he pretended not to notice. Or maybe that it wasn't a big deal. Certainly he pretended that his stomach didn't clench at even the smallest contact. Which it most definitely did.

Stars, it was getting worse. Being around her was like the best high he'd ever had, better than dancing. Better than finishing a short story. Better than figuring out something that had been bugging him for weeks. Better than... oh, anything. But he was losing control. The more he tried to ignore what he felt, the harder it pushed against the boundaries he'd set up to keep it contained. The curve of her cheeks, the gentle movement of her hands, the little downwards dimples at the corner of her mouth... all of it made him feel like his self-control was all but gone. It was all he could do these days to keep his hands (and lips) to himself.

She was just a friend. Or rather, he was just a friend to her. She was most definitely more than a friend to him. He glanced over, ever the glutton for punishment, and both hated and adored the way that his chest clenched at the sight of her.

Shut up, Treven. She'd never feel that way for you. You're like... her brother. A good one to replace the abusive one she's had.

The thought made him sick.

Sally curled up with a book on one corner of the couch, waiting for the laundry to be done. She was in a pair of fluffy pajama bottoms and a p tee shirt. The epitome of comfortable. Her hair was damp from her shower still, though barely, it was cool against her cloth covered shoulder when she shifted slightly. Her book was good, a murder mystery type novel that had her almost literally on the edge of her seat when the moments got intense, but for now it was a lull in the action.

However that didn’t stop her from jumping when the beeeeep! Sounded from the laundry room not that far away. She blushed, chuckling at herself as she set her book aside to go and get the laundry, piling it into the basket and enjoying for a moment the fluffy fresh scent of warm laundry. Grabbing the basket she nudged the door of the dryer shut with her foot. She carried the basket back to her previous seat, but instead slid to the floor so she could sort the laundry into piles as she folded.

His eyes snapped up when the laundry alarm beeped, giving him the full view of Sally's jump. It was adorable! He snorted quietly, but sort of passed it off as a cough as she stood up to grab the clothes.

"Need a hand?" Treven asked upon her return, already placing his writing equipment aside and taking a seat next to her.

His skin tingled. It was a small couch...

She knew why, of course. The feelings had been stirring since they’d met. And when he’d helped her, and they’d moved in together…. well that’d only gotten worse.

"It might be a bit much, but I wasn’t sure if I should do a real ballgown, or an evening gown.. or a cocktail dress… I just-…" She stopped herself and shook her head gently to calm the nerves that nagged as her since she’d put the dress on. "You look nice." She concluded, hoping to ignore her previous ‘outburst’. It wasn’t like she could do anything about it now.

"No, I mean yes. I mean... Sally, seriously?" He grinned. "You look perfect." True to his nature, Treven's demeanor became more relaxed in the face of someone else's nerves skyrocketing. It wasn't that his internal symphony was any less confused (indeed, it seemed like his insides were playing a waltz and a samba at the same time), just that he was much better at putting on a calm air to help those around him.

Two steps forward, and Sally was in reach. "The dress is stunning, but you put it to shame." He informed his date, eyes crinkling at the corners. "And thank you. This really nice girl made my bowtie for me, you know. I think it makes the outfit, honestly." 

She smiled his words warming her heart. “You know, you are my favorite person in the entire universe” she laughed lightly, playfully trying to out do him. 

He smoothly reversed their footing, heading in the same sort of open box as before, but in the opposite direction. 

"How's this. You are my favorite person. Period."

What should she do though? Should she ignore him? No, that’d be rude. Maybe she should just continue to sing along or ask who he is? Okay, she’ll ask who he is. “W-who are you?” she stuttered out.

"I'm Treven. You have a nice voice."

Lucia walked through the park watching as snow fell around her.. The park was always so loud, it always seemed to be crowded, but it felt empty around winter time. At least it did to her.

She quietly hummed a Christmas tune to herself feeling in the Christmas spirit. And soon before she knew it she was singing aloud. “Sleigh bells ring, Are you listening, In the lane, Snow is glistening” She smiled singing the old song. “A beautiful sight, We’re happy tonight, Walking in a winter wonderland” 

He liked it. It was sort of like a hug both from her and his mom for buying it for him last winter. He wore it especially on days that Zyra and Gold were stressing him out. Rent day was the worst, and that... yeah. It was today.

As he was reaching the edge of the park nearest his house, Treven heard a very lovely voice singing, and approached it. He grinned. "Gone away is the blue bird. Here to stay is the new bird. He sings a love song, as we go along. Walking in a Winter Wonderland."

"You have a question? And what would that be?" She said smiling up at her son as he raised up from his seat. Her smile grew even wider as he asked her to dance. "I’d love to"

Treven's hand closed around his mom's, warming fingers that were just slightly chilly with his that never seemed to lose their heat. He helped her from her seat and led her out to the floor with a grace that she had taught him. A grace that he owed to her, his wonderful mother who put him in every dance class that she could as a kid when she could barely afford it.

Then, ight hand holding her scapula and left cradling her right, Treven led them into a very simple waltz. Nothing fancy, just an open box or two, some spins... things that were easy to lead and easy to follow. "You know," he spun her slowly, "You are my favorite person in the entire world."

"Yeah, Good Night." She smiled, wishing it wouldn’t end. "See you soon."

She wants to do it again, the thought gave him courage. He made his way back to the car, praying that again could be soon. 

"Sweet dreams, Sally Whale." he murmured.

Perhaps that was why she was nervous. But she was also extremely nervous due to the fact that the dress was strapless. Which wasn’t something she wore often. Sally usually wore long sleeves, that covered the faint but noticeable when close enough, scars. Treven knew though, so it wouldn’t be a surprise. She’d worn covering PJs even in the summer because she was afraid of showing her scars. But then she remembered how he looked at her on their date, and realized he didn’t care. Plus, there was a voice in the back of her head that said she either had no reason to impress him, or if by chance her feelings were returned he’d have to learn to love the scars. A choker necklace, and a pair of lace gloves completed the outfit. She wore boots with a short heel, she was confident she could in . And butterfly earrings to remind her that she was free, for the first time since the accident she was really free, all thanks to Treven.

She drew a breath and looked over herself in the mirror. Faint make up and hair left down and natural seemed the best way to go with the rest of her outfit (which she’d not allowed Treven to see for sheer sake of being unfinished until earlier in the day and then it just seemed natural to wait the rest of the time.) She nudged the door open and looked about for Treven. Quietly clearing her throat to catch his attention. “T-Treven?”

So why was this so scary? 

'Treven?' Distracted from his brooding, Treven spun and almost fell over backwards when he actually saw her. She wore a ballgown of black and orange-ish gold, which explained the color of his bow tie. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the color seeming even darker against the brightness of her dress. But it was more than the colors or the hair, it was how she shined that blew him away. The light inside of her that had once been so careful and timid now blazed with the radiance to put the sun to shame. And Treven.... well, he felt privileged just to know her. 

She took his breath away.

"Sally... wow."

"That’s good" she said giving a chuckle at the mention of is friends. Quinn knew most of his friends, at least the really close one, since most of them had been friends since childhood. Then he asked if she was okay and she gave him a small smile. "I’m fine, sweetie. I’m not tired at all, if anything I feel great" she said trying to assure him she was fine, which she was. He made her so proud, always considering others before himself, but tonight she didn’t want him to worry about her, she wanted him to enjoy himself.

"Okay." he relented, sitting back. "And I know you'll tell me if you aren't..." he squinted at her, emphasizing his point. She had to tell him. Ignoring the pain and keeping it from him endangered everything. They'd learned that. 

"But! I have a question!" as if suddenly remembering why he was here, in this part of the ballroom, Treven sprung from his chair and made his way to his mom's side.

"Mother," he extended his left hand, palm up. "Will you dance with me?"

Quinn happily sat at a small table watching those around her. She smiled at the happy couples dancing and the groups of friends huddled together, laughing. It was a wonderful party and the room was decorated beautifully, with a large dance floor in the center. She was okay not being up there dancing like everyone else, she was content by herself, just watching. She then smiled as someone sat down across from her at the small table. “Hello, enjoying the festivities?”

Several tables away, she sat and just smiled at all of the party goers. Her white dress almost seemed to glow under the lights, making her look like the Fae from one of her stories. She was radiant. A surge of warmth spread through the young man's chest as he made his way towards his mother.

"Hi," he greeted. "I am. Sally's having a blast, Brooke and Prilla haven't broken anything, and Beck hasn't run away yet... so, I consider the night a success thus far." He shot her an easy smile, sharing the love that they shared for their little family. "But... are you okay? Are you tired?" I can take you home. He didn't add that last, but it was implied. His mother's well-being was, as always, his top priority.