He might have been looked down upon in the magical community sometimes, but amongst muggle society — amongst commoners — Sebastian Talbot was used to getting what he wanted. Irene wanted to laugh at the irony. The one man in the world whose attentions she didn’t want and he kept pressing. She could feel the color rise in her cheeks under his inquisitive stare. She wished he wouldn’t do that, because he seemed to be probing for something, and she didn’t like being under his scrutiny. It made her want to squirm. But she still couldn’t go anywhere, as the dance hadn’t finished. It was useless to try to remain in control either; Lord Talbot was quite literally the one who was steering.
Little Fox. Irene visibly frowned. She hated when people called her nicknames. But she couldn’t protest, because she had never given him another option.
And then suddenly the room was spinning, not because they were twirling around on the dance floor, but because the last time someone had tried to control her, it ended with her blood being drank. So Irene started to fight it, but it didn't feel good. Her stomach roiled. “You’re wrong there, Lord Talbot,” She pushed back. “I only said I had never been married. I never said no one had ever asked me.” And that should have been quite the end of that subject. “As for what I need...” She could hear the beginning of the end of the song in the background.
But somehow she got thrown back into the past, pleading with Elias.
I want to be loved, I want to be the first thought in someone’s mind the minute he wakes up and I want to feel his arms wrapped so tightly around me that I feel I might burst. I want to feel excited for tomorrow. I want to feel safe and wanted and I want to be someone’s priority. I want to feel as safe as when we stood here after Mr. Hunt’s death, and I am holding on for dear life but my God, Elias, I need you to give me something to hold onto.
And now she couldn't keep her voice from shaking. “You have absolutely no idea what I need.”
Little Fox. Irene visibly frowned. She hated when people called her nicknames. But she couldn’t protest, because she had never given him another option.
And then suddenly the room was spinning, not because they were twirling around on the dance floor, but because the last time someone had tried to control her, it ended with her blood being drank. So Irene started to fight it, but it didn't feel good. Her stomach roiled. “You’re wrong there, Lord Talbot,” She pushed back. “I only said I had never been married. I never said no one had ever asked me.” And that should have been quite the end of that subject. “As for what I need...” She could hear the beginning of the end of the song in the background.
But somehow she got thrown back into the past, pleading with Elias.
I want to be loved, I want to be the first thought in someone’s mind the minute he wakes up and I want to feel his arms wrapped so tightly around me that I feel I might burst. I want to feel excited for tomorrow. I want to feel safe and wanted and I want to be someone’s priority. I want to feel as safe as when we stood here after Mr. Hunt’s death, and I am holding on for dear life but my God, Elias, I need you to give me something to hold onto.
And now she couldn't keep her voice from shaking. “You have absolutely no idea what I need.”
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