stellar.nova
queen of the stars
"Sadness is the deepest blue of the the seas. Happiness is the brightest white of the soul."
Veda Gupta
Melinoe
- Guild: N/A
- Location: Dining Room
- Scenario: Kinda freaking out...
- With: N/A
- Mentions: N/A
- Wearing: This
Veda sat in the corner in a chair with velvet cushions. It sounded fabulous, but it really wasn't. Of course, it looked fabulous. Any onlookers would see a girl draped in a gold, silk sari and pearls sitting in an elegant ballroom with tones of teal and purple. She was leaned forward, one elbow on the table as her chin rested in her cupped hand. Her brown eyes were narrowed and her shimmery hair fell in loose curls down her back. She looked like a princess.
However, Veda's intent was not to look graceful. In fact, she was very, very bored with this whole ordeal. She had done her part, mingling in with what her parents thought were potential suitors. Ugh. She felt like a prized chicken, getting fattened up for the slaughterhouse. And no woman should ever feel that way. But she was past being pissed off at the guests, past being miffed at her parents, past the ambience that caused her great annoyance. Now, she was bored. So bored, that she had begun to imagine stories for their guests.
"She's a lovely spinster woman who is kind to all the children in the neighbourhood. The children love her and the chocolates that she gives to them. But the parents? They do not like her so much. Pity, because she is so alone. She had a lover once, by the name Aarav. They spent many nights in ecstasy, but one day he disappeared. She knows nothing of what became of him, but she waited for him all these years....not knowing that he had perished at the hands of a street urchin." Veda sighed, saddened by her own false story. It was the fifth unhappy ending she had come across so far. Not on purpose, but her thoughts always tended to the melancholy.
She let her arm fall onto the table and folded her other one around it, before settling her forehead upon them and heaving another sigh, this one far more dramatic than the last."Bevakooph." The Hindi word for stupid fell from her tongue before she grew silent. Her eyes were closed as she tried to shut out the world and all its noise. Honestly, she wanted nothing more to be back in her room browsing the internet.
"Pardon me. Are you...were you talking to yourself just now? I mean... you know. I might be dumb and imagining things, but I could swear that you were..." Veda couldn't roll her eyes any harder once the male voice spoke. Typical male. Finding a girl at her weakest and picking on her.
"Haan. But why do you care? Go away." So she might not have been the most inviting person, but this guy already annoyed the hell out of her so he could just leave and that would be more than fine with her. Her father wouldn't approve of such behavior, but why should she give a shit? She would be gone from here in little more than a week. Far away from the life of lavish parties, ridiculous banquets, and being groomed for a potential husband.
"I'd rather not go away. I actually just wanted to know what you were talking to yourself about." Veda heard the chair across from her pull away from the table, her ears perking when she heard the soft thud of someone taking a seat. She could feel the eyes of the man staring at her. Stupid American. He should learn to go away when told to. "You know, I was having a lovely conversation with myself just before I came over here. I was discussing whether or not I should approach the beautiful girl talking to herself in the corner. I couldn't resist, of course. I was dying to know just what was on your mind."
She could hear the smile in his voice. It sickened her. She raised her head just enough to set her chin upon her folded arms, her gaze studying the man before her. Hm. He was mildly attractive. His smile seemed genuine enough. Still, he looked like every other man who slithered her way: slimy and rich. "Why do you care? Is it because I am some helpless girl? And you're desperate to make Daddy happy and find a good little foreign wife to obey your every desire? Because if that is what you are looking for, then halt in your endeavors now and make haste to that girl over there in the purple sari. She's just as desperate as you, I assure you." She returned her head to its resting place then, forehead atop folded arms, eyes closed.
"That...is not my intent. I feel as if I should be offended that you think so, but I'm not. I know how men can be sometimes. We're kind of awful." The man chuckled then. "My name is Phillip, by the way. Phillip Masterson the Third. Cliche for a rich American man, I know. And it probably doesn't help my image that I am inheriting a billion dollar company from my father. Still, even after all of these things paint me to be a giant douche, I assure you, I'm just here for the pleasant conversation."
Well, he wasn't giving up. Most guys would have given up by now and pranced off towards some lonely girl, leaving her behind to wallow in self-hatred. Strange. Well, she supposed she could give him a chance. She sat up then, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. Briefly, she made eye contact with the man before looking away and out into the room. He had dazzling blue eyes. She hated them. Hated that she liked them. "If you must know, Phillip Masterson the Third, I wasn't talking to myself. In fact, I hardly recognized that I had been saying anything aloud at all. I was merely formulating false stories of the banquet guests to squash my boredom. it wasn't doing much good, however. I'm still bored."
"Oh! How fascinating! Would you care to share?" Veda raised one eyebrow, eying him in her peripheral. Was this man insane? Well. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to share some with him. "Or, perhaps, you could come up with a story for that man in red over there?" She let her eyes travel to where the man was pointing and studied the man. He seemed...rather dashing, actually. He had dark hair paired with light skin. A rather stunning match.
"He's descended from royalty but is unaware of his lineage. His great grandparents moved to America when they were first married to raise a family. Little does he know, but he is next in line for the throne and will never obtain it because his grandparents faked their death. But the country shall perish without his rule, falling instead to the rule of an evil brute who feels nothing but greed and lust." And there it was, the sad ending. It always happened. Just once, she wished she could come up with a happy ending.
She looked at the man then, who was now chuckling. He was more attractive than she had previously realized. He even had a small dimple on his right cheek that was rather endearing. For just a moment, she pictured herself with him. Being embraced by him. Their wedding, raising children, growing old. She fancied the idea. but she was snapped out of her reverie when he spoke. "I assure you, it's nothing so grand. His grandparents were immigrants, but they were poor Irish folk who came to America to see if they could find good work. They started a small hotel, and their business grew."
"That's not fair. You can't ask me to paint the life of someone that you know! That's cheating!" For the first time that night, Veda allowed herself to laugh. Okay, she admitted it, she was rather beginning to enjoy his company. Maybe now, she could relax. "How do you know all that anyway?" The smile remained on her face as she waited for his answer, wondering if, perhaps, they were best friends. Or cousins maybe. She doubted that they were brothers, but then, anything was possible.
She watched as his smile grew even wider, and that small dimple of his deepened. She couldn't help but smile as well. So he was attractive and his joy was infectious. Sue her. ""Ah. Landon is my husband." Say what now? This man was gay?! And here she was, being a stupid girl and dreaming of her Hallmark movie life with him. Well, fuck him. Instantly, she turned her fake smile on.
"Oh. How nice." No. It wasn't nice. See? There really were no happy endings.
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Veda was pacing. She had too much energy for this shit. All this waiting when she just wanted to see the University! She didn't like the boat- not because she wasn't used to them. It was hardly that. No, her father was an avid sailor. She was all too used to boats. Perhaps that was why she didn't like it. She also didn't much care for the lousy crowd of people. Everyone seemed either completely obsessed with themselves, or completely obsessed with everyone else. Both annoyed her. Why couldn't they just find a happy middle ground and situate themselves there and call it good? It seemed like the easier option by far. After all, who wanted to be a prideful asshat or a prying little fuck? No one. That should be the answer. But she knew all too well that it wasn't.
She had been pacing outside the dining room for a good hour now, trying to push herself to talk to someone or venture somewhere else. Neither of those things happened. Instead, she obsessively paced, staying alone with her thoughts. Obsessing over every detail of the night of the banquet.
After finding out the man was gay, she had tried to remain cordial. She had been succeeding before his lover had approached them and dared to call her "sweet cheeks." That was something she couldn't bear. So, she had immediately stood up, grabbed her glass of wine, and graciously emptied its contents on the man's face before gifting him with a dazzling smile and the swish of her hips as she walked away.
So yeah, it was an overreaction. She knew that much. And yeah, her parents were absolutely livid. She had proceeded to inform them that she was not their bitch to groom and mate as they pleased. Why the hell not? it was time for her to be honest. Especially since she was moving away from them for an entire year. Thank the gods for this University, honestly.
She stopped dead in her tracks just before running into somebody, a blush swamping her cheeks, and awkward laugh sounding out before she shied away and scurried to grab her sandals from a nearby pillar. She slipped them on, mumbling to herself about how stupid and flighty she was. It was a common string of insults that she hurled at herself more than often.
Well, she supposed the dining room was opening for business now, might as well head in.
She ducked into the room, eyes scanning all corners before finding an empty one and sliding into one of the chairs. She sat rather stiffly, her hands clutching the sides of is as her eyes continued to roam the vicinity. Every so often, as people neared her table, she would tense, drilling figurative lasers into their feet with her eyes as if that would make them turn away. She was definitely not in the mood for company. And yet, she felt a bit lonely. Perhaps what she needed was a good, long, chat. Pleasant. About nothing and everything all at once. She scoffed. Like that was possible. She hated it, but she would never be pleased. She hadn't been before now, so why would that change?
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