[M] Once Upon a December [Ali x Charles]
POSTED ON Jan 4, 2024 17:00:20 GMT -5
Post by Alice Winter on Jan 4, 2024 17:00:20 GMT -5
this hell you put me in, I'm underneath your skin
The devil within
The devil within
Ali stood in front of the large window overlooking the grand entrance with a half filled champagne flute in hand, hard hazel-green eyes watching Alaric Montgomery's car speed away from the hall, one of the last guests to leave sitting behind the wheel of his own vehicle. The majority of guests streaming out and mingling downstairs were being escorted into various taxis, Ubers and limos by relatives, friends and awkward drivers. The chaos that echoed from the driveway was part of the reason she had decided to remain in the semi-lit ballroom even as the staff were beginning the clean up around her, not that she paid them any attention. The other was the inability to stand Alaric for another second more, his arrogance and coolness even while they played the part that could very well be the rest of her life. Her fingers touched the cool diamond collier that she had adorned that evening just to please him, a gift from him. More like a fancy collar, she thought grimly, smirking in the dark.
A waiter quietly placed the ice bucket with her champagne on a ledge next to her, smiling awkwardly as he moved to clean the table she had commandeered earlier. Her heels, she was quite certain, should still be under the chair she had tossed them under a while back when her feet started to ache and she refused to stop dancing. Alaric had frowned slightly but she simply smiled, allowing yet another young man to spin her away into a waltz or jazz or whatever it was they had been playing at the moment. From what she could observe, all of her fiance's companions had been smittened by her which, in her books, was exactly what she promised to do. Had she embarrassed him? No. Did she make a fool of herself or him? Nope. Was it her fault her feet hurt after being in heels for hours? Not really seeing as everyone wanted to dance. Why had the blonde given her only a half hearted goodbye of displeasure was simply beyond her.
“Fucking golden cage,” Ali muttered as she took another sip of the bubbly, hugging herself and turning away from the glass. “Fucking golden cage, fucking fiance, fucking engagement.” The champagne was soothing, smooth and cold, pleasantly tingly as it went down her throat and warm in her stomach. She probably should have stopped a while back but the only reason she survived the night was because of the constant inflow of rich alcohol, starting with her encounter with Charles Whittemore and his fanclub. Ali left them when Alaric gave her a sharp look that called her back to him, something he did only when it was critical to his image and, as Ali approached with a smile to shake the mayor's hand and lean on her fiance's arm, she couldn’t shake off the full interaction.
“Fucking Whittemore,” she finished the glass and reached for the bottle. For a second, she considered pouring herself another flute before giggling at her own folly. Why be lady-like now when there was no one to impress? Leaving the glass behind on the sill, she reached for the Veuve Clicquot and raised the bottle to her lips. Involuntarily, she smiled as her mind painted a memory she had long forgotten - Emil and Ali about fourteen, sneaking off onto the second floor of the club with a bottle of bubbly without the glasses, passing it back and forth until they were both drunk and falling over each other with laugher. That is when the smile became a grimace - of course, someone had to find them in such a state and, with her luck, of course it was Charles. He didn't reprimand them as most adults would but the look in his eyes, the way he looked at her as though she was a little kid. She remembered that look for years, hating it and going out of her way to prove him wrong, to show him she was so much more. It took all of Emil's laughter and love and excitement of romance to finally get her to forget but…
“Fucking Charles Whittemore,” Ali growled, lowering the bottle to her side and gathering her dress in the other. Trying to keep her balance as much as possible, she ended up back on the dance floor, her head tilting as though she could hear the music. For a second, she heard it, the same waltz from long ago, a young girl twirling across the dance floor with her prince charming. She giggled again, raising the bottle for another sip. Prince Charming my ass, she thought, thinking back to the past few months. He had changed and it saddened her, especially when she needed something in her life to remain constant, something happy and pure and….not Alaric. Had John still been here, she wouldn't have cared less. She would still be attracted to the blue eyed rider but at least she wouldn't feel like she was failing. At what, she couldn't quite place.
Dancing bears, painted wings Ali hummed the old melody, swaying to the rhythm. Maybe, just maybe, if she kept dancing, if she let the old French bottlers lul her away from reality, maybe she could forget. The song was one of her favorites ever since she could remember and it had always been the father-daughter song she wanted at her wedding. It would have been her first dance song but it was so special, she couldn't bring herself to use it with Montgomery. Not that he would even want to - if she knew the blonde, he would choose something much more classy and elaborate than a simple melody from a kid's movie. Somehow, her feet found her moving in a pattern she almost forgotten, taking her through the steps of the debutante Viannease waltz, her eyes closing as she simply…danced.
The music had been different when she danced with Alaric, her face scholded into a perfect smile but her eyes constantly hunting for Emil as he charmed one of the other girls. As she twirled, the memory changed to another, Charles’ warm strong hands leading her flawlessly even as she got lost in thought and stumbled. Another turn and here she was, a wish rather than a memory, John smiling proudly at her, telling her he was happy to see her even though she couldn't hear his voice. She did another few steps and suddenly it was Emil, now smiling flirtatiously at her but….her stomach sank as she looked at him, knowing this was her goodbye. She spun but Ali was distracted, still trying to understand her own thoughts, tipping forward and grabbing onto Charles again, the Charles of today.
Her eyes grew large and she stumbled a few steps away, letting go of him as though he was on fire, the bottle sploshing a few drops of champagne on the floor. Ali bit her lip, looking into the cold blue eyes and feeling all of fourteen years old again, caught doing something she shouldn't be. The thought made her angry and she couldn't help raising her chin slightly in denial even as her head spun slightly, making balance a bit complicated.
“Charles,” she drew out, her lips curving into her usual, confident smile. She was no longer a fourteen year old girl for him to ignore. Tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder, Ali raised an eyebrow. “Was your fangirling club tonight not to your satisfaction?” She giggled, dropping her skirt to hide her laugher behind a hand but it was hard. For all that she didn't like Kayleigh, it was amusing to see how Charles reacted to her presence and right now, Ali was out for blood.
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