TIME WARP: Call It What You'd Like (Lyssa)

[Alyssa James]

Lyssa didn’t get the reaction she had thought he would give, but it was better than anything. She started packing up their stuff. It was high noon, if they made it back to the hotel he had rented; she could have a couple of blissful hours before the storm hit. She started thinking about the green dress that was hanging up perfectly pretty. She had only tried it on once and her family was the only ones that had seen it. It made her a little self-aware that he was going to see it. They started the long trek back to the town; her mind was on the dinner that night the entire way.

She stood in front of the full length mirror in her dressing room. She was suddenly nervous to face him. She didn’t want to wear this, but they had agreed on it. She needed to wear it because his father was about to find out about their engagement. Those words make her stomach go all queasy. She was careful not to get her disgusting sweat on the dress. She stepped out of the room, standing in front of him for what seemed like ever. The dress played off her hair nicely, which she left to it’s own devices because she wasn’t going to fight it. She tugged a piece behind her ear, looking anywhere but his eyes.

Suddenly, it seemed like the night had come faster. They were standing in the warm summer air outside of his massive house. She didn’t know he had lived there his entire life, she didn’t know that his parents were loaded (he spoke very little of them) and most definitely didn’t know he was like royalty out in Romania. She saw no one different. He had the same brown hair and the same bright blue eyes. “Are you ready?” she asked, holding her hand out.

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Lucah was terrified. Yes, he had agreed, but only for the sheer entertainment of seeing his father's anger seep through his usually composed mask. It would be funny, but only for a moment. Then, they'd fight. It was just how things went with Dimitri and him. They never got along or shared kind words. If anything kind was said to the other, it was forced and it was in front of company. That was the only time they acted like they loved each other. Very rarely would it be genuine.

They got to the hotel and she went to change into her dress. He'd changed as well into a black button-up and black dress pants. It was the attire he'd grown up wearing. A green pin-striped, silk tie hung loosely around his neck as he waited. She stepped out and he stood up to get a better look at her. When he saw the way the dress hung on her curves his eyes widened. She was breathtaking and he was amazed that she was his. Her hair flowed down her back and he couldn't help but smile wide, "You look amazing Lyssa."

When they got to his home he looked up and rubbed his arm nervously. This was it. He took her hand and tried to smile, but his nerves made it come out strange. He knocked lightly on the door and a women answered. She was tall and beautiful, but dressed in rags. "Lucah?" Her voice held a bright excitement and adoration. She hugged him and he returned her hug lightly.

"Nausicca always lovely to see you. This is my girlfriend Alyssa James. Naus we have to get upstairs quickly before he sees us. Is he here?" The woman shook her head no and he sighed in relief. She stepped back and let them in. Lucah headed straight for the stairs and pulled Alyssa along after him. When the got to the top of the first set of stairs the went down a long hallway and ended up in front of a door.

"This is my room," He said quietly before opening to door and leading her inside.

[Alyssa James]

Lyssa stood behind him, partly concealed by his height. She had been scared to meet his father. She had been like this when she brought him home to meet her family. While she actually kind of got along with her sister, brother and father, his father was just down right scary. She shook in her silver shoes. Then a beautiful woman answered the door and she quickly thought what if this was the woman his father wanted him to marry? But it was only the mother like figure he had talked about. She wondered why she was in drags, shouldn’t he have taken care of his staff more carefully? Anger fueled her and she couldn’t wait to see his face.

She followed him up the stairs to a massive room with black furniture. She knew it was his room and this wasn’t what she expected. She had imagined a teenager’s room, this looked like it was out of a magazine and even though he was absent from his room, there wasn’t a speck of dust on it.

“What’s going on Luc? And that woman, why was she in drags?” she asked, sitting down on the bed. She was careful not to ruffle her dress. She wanted to lay back on his bed and forget about the whole ordeal, but she couldn’t. It was, afterall, her idea.

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Once they were upstairs she spoke and he let go of her hand as he went to his dresser. As a younger child, when he'd been given things that were important to him, he made a small compartment inside of a drawer. He opened the small door and pulled out a velvet box that held the most important thing to him. The ring that had been given by his father to his mother. The ring that was the closest tie to his mother that he had besides Jezebel.

He held it in his hand and turned towards her to answer, "Yes she was in drags because my father is a cheap bastard. I had to come up here for a moment to get this. It'll make the engagement look more official." He walked over towards his bed and sat beside her. His heart was racing ridiculously fast and he couldn't figure out why it felt as if he were actually proposing to her. Not that he hadn't thought of it before. He'd pictured her reaction and everything. It wasn't that he planned on proposing to her any time soon, he'd just wondered what it would be like.

He took her hand in his and set the box in her palm. He flipped it open to reveal a small silver ring. Lucah smiled and looked up at her, "This was the ring my father gave to my mother. She put it in her will that she wanted me to have it and to give it to the girl that I believed deserved it. The girl that I end up marrying. My father tried to force me into giving it to the girl I was supposed to marry a few months ago, but he couldn't find it." He smirked evilly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "For the occasion, to make it more official looking, I figured I'd let you wear it," His cheeks burned a little and he smiled sheepishly as he waited for her response.

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