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Post by Yuki on Jul 11, 2010 20:43:40 GMT -5
Dorian nodded as he listened to iris, knowing that she was right. Logan was known for getting everything that he wanted, and if that meant that Iris would go to Russia, then Iris would go to Russia, which was not one of Dorian's top choices for obvious reasons. "Well, frankly, I think that's just stupid," he said with a frown.
And it really was. Sending Iris off like this. Dorian really wanted to know exactly why Logan was sending Iris off so far away, perhaps as a final punishment towards her? But why was he punishing her in the first place...? "And screw Vladimir wanting to get to know you better, he'll obviously have a lot of time for that," he said with a roll of his eyes. "There's just something that doesn't feel right, here."
But before he could go on, the room was suddenly full of the exact people that Dorian did not want to see. At least the Headmistress did not really pay much attention to Dorian at all, instead just focusing on pleasing Logan and getting Iris back to class. So he was just alone with Mr. Vladimir Sidorov, which was one place that most likely neither of the two men wanted to be in.
Dorian watched the Russian so, so carefully as he circled the room. The brunette himself stayed at the piano, now quietly drumming his fingers on the top of the piano as if he was waiting for something to happen. For the Russian to slip up, perhaps, say something that could be used against him when Dorian would eventually attempt to get him out of this school. Which would, hopefully, be very soon.
Vladimir almost seemed to just love repeating that Iris would be off to Russia. Everytime he did, it would just make Dorian even more ticked off, but he didn't dare show it. "But it's still not a problem here. Even if you two do stay here, I really wouldn't want to ruin your engagement. There is absolutely no loss for me if she moves, besides the fact that I will miss her greatly," he told the Russian truthfully.
Again, his eyebrow rose as Vlad continued to speak, watching him cautiously. Logan really told Vlad about him? How much did Mr. Smith not trust him? "Well, I'm sorry that you think so lowly of me, Mr. Sidorov. Honestly, I'm not the type to ruin weddings, especially one of my friend. I appreciate your concern, but all I want is to make Iris happy." He just left it at that, feeling that nothing more needed to be said. It could go either way, really--Dorian could have really thought that this marriage was just what Iris needed, or her happiness meant getting out of the marriage. His choice was obviously the latter one.
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Post by whisp. on Jul 11, 2010 22:20:08 GMT -5
Iris sighed and mulled over possibilities. ”I think it’s ridiculous too.” She muttered. Why couldn’t Logan just cut her off? Heck, she’d be willing to deal with a fake funeral if that’s what he’d want. If he didn’t like her so much than why was he persistent on planning her future? Even if it was to further his business career. Maybe that was the only reason and she supposed she’d never find out.
”I suppose we’ll eventually find out. But I doubt it’s much deeper than what Logan was telling me. I mean, he’s horrible but I don’t think he’d waste his time making some intricate plan.” There was more she wanted to say and more she wanted to tell but now she was in the back of the classroom, her mind not on the notes in front of her and her hand cupping her throbbing cheek.
It had been a while since Logan had abused her. Once school started it was usually safe and if she was sneaky enough during the summer she could avoid him. It was a blast to her past to have some part of her body throbbing from his hand. In some ways it was killing her and in other ways it was almost a rush. The moment she felt herself think that she felt ill. She needed to not think that because if she began thinking like that…she didn’t know where she’d end up.
~~~~ Vladimir planned on staying for the entire time. He was sure he may get in trouble for a while and he’d have to be careful but from what Logan told him, Iris could keep her mouth shut. It was really the boy in front of him that had him worried.
”hmm.” He mumbled, taking another look out the window. ”I think she’ll like Russia, and being a house wife. She won’t have to go out really. Just pop our kids out and make sure the house is in order. She won’t need friends or you really. She’ll be content.” The Russian said honestly as well. ”which positions do you think she likes?” And no, he wasn’t talking about status.
”I’m glad you are concerned about her happiness. But it doesn’t matter if she’s happy with this engagement or not. She’s marrying me and she will be my wife.” With that he turned around to study the Handsome Eye. ”I’m sure you don’t think highly of me, Mr. Crictern. I don’t see the need to pretend that I like you too.” He said flatly.
Vladimir liked the forward approach to things. Why should he beat around the bush?
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Post by Yuki on Jul 11, 2010 22:39:19 GMT -5
The brunette just listened to Iris, still trying to figure out what was going on with this Vladimir. "It's just weird, you know? The second I saw this guy, I got some weird vibe, and especially after seeing him with you..." He was obviously pointing out all of those annoying times when Vlad was touching her, holding her hand and brushing hair out of her face. It just seemed so weird to Dorian, he had really never seen anyone act so lovingly to a stranger before. And he was sure it wasn't just Russian custom.
But just like that, Iris was gone, sent to her class for most likely the rest of the day. Now he was barely going to have another chance to talk to her, which was most likely what Logan and Vladimir wanted. The headmistress most likely had no idea what was going on, only a pawn to their little game. It was honestly pathetic, Logan's reaction to Dorian. Was he really afraid of him that much? Then again, there was good reason to be afraid. Dorian was sure that Logan knew that he would try to break up this wedding, so keeping Dorian out of the way would be the best thing. And how right he was.
Dorian had multiple practice over the years to perfect the look of "I know you just said that horrible thing but I'm going to ignore it and smile". There were so many people that the Handsome Eye despised, yet half of them barely knew it because Dorian just smiled. He waved it off as if it was no big deal, and then ruined their life later without them even knowing it. It seemed as though nothing at all would phase him, and Dorian was quite proud of himself for this skill.
But this was just going too far.
As Vladimir continued to speak, Dorian continued to feel that anger going up and out. He had stopped drumming on the piano, only clutching onto it as tightly as he could. Sure, he was completely positive that Vlad was doing this on purpose, but he didn't even care. This was just one step too far, and it was completely ridiculous how everything was going.
"Vladimir, perhaps you did not get the memo for Florence. Here, we are respectful young men, and we certainly don't talk about what damn positions girls like." He got off of the piano, walking slowly (and extremely threateningly) towards the Russian. "And we always try to at least make friends before declaring enemies, Mr. Sidorov. That was a terrible mistake on your part."
He tsked, shaking his head and chuckling just a bit. "Then again, you're new. You probably didn't know." Suddenly, Dorian's face got completely serious as he rammed against Vladimir, shoving him against the wall by the shoulders. "So I swear to God, if you ever talk about Iris like that again, you will wish that you have never ever left that bullshit Russian town of yours. Alright?" The Handsome Eye was completely serious now, and any look of humor on his face was completely gone. He knew what he was talking about here, and knew that Vladimir was going to have one hell of a time here.
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Post by whisp. on Jul 11, 2010 22:57:32 GMT -5
Iris nodded slowly. ”I wasn’t expecting all that. He was very touchy feely with me. It was just…it gave me the creeps.” She was used to guys being flirtatious or forward but not treating her like she was already theirs. You were supposed to always test the water before just diving in.
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Vladimir watched Dorian closely as each word fell off his lips. He waited and then finally he caught it. The moment he had finally broken down Dorian’s wall. The Russian man just chuckled, amused at the game that he was playing. He could see Dorian’s white knuckles as he gripped the piano, as if the instrument would stop him from doing something he regretted.
”Oh really? Because from what I understand, Florence is a school with cliques, where many are stereotyped from the moment they pick their group of friends. And from what I’ve heard of your clique…what is it again? The Handsome Eyes? You’re all a ruthless bunch that do whatever is necessary to get ahead. I don’t see how you’re much different from me or Logan.” The words held poison. He had done his research about the school before he had just shown up. Hell, if he was gonna fight the battle he at least needed to know the territory.
When Dorian sauntered over his way, the Russian was barely threatened. He was Dorian’s height, maybe an inch or so taller, and as he was approached he squared his shoulders and rolled them. ”I’m afraid that you are mistaken, Mr. Crictern. Because the last time I checked, I control Iris’ fate. If you fuck with me, I fuck with her. Is that understood?”
His body tensed as he was slammed against the wall, but he made no move to shove Dorian off. Instead, he simply laughed in Dorian’s face. ”I’ll talk about my fiancée however which way I want to. She is my fiancée and she will be my wife. Dorian, I thought you of all people would be aware of the subordinate position woman are. They’re good in the bedroom and in the kitchen. That’s all.” And with that he pushed Dorian away from him and straightened out his sleeves.
He believed he was tough shit.
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Post by Yuki on Jul 11, 2010 23:13:57 GMT -5
Dorian himself laughed as Vladimir explained himself, about the cliques and all. "Ah, I see you did your homework. You must think you're so proud, knowing about all of these cliques. Looks like you'll know just where to fit in--the Suck Ups, perhaps, or maybe even those Floaters. Yes, you seem much more like a Floater to me, since you seem to want to just float on home so badly with Iris."
He paused for a moment before continuing, cracking his knuckles harshly. "Yes, I will admit I am a bit ruthless, however never to any ladies. I am quite aware that they should be treated differently, and although they are not suit for the working world, they are also not subjective to whatever the hell you think is right. At least not here. And as long as you're here, you should at least try to think of what you're doing. In Russia you can do whatever the hell you want, but for now, you should be a bit more respective of our women."
He cracked his knuckles again, a nervous habit of his from back when he was a kid. It wasn't that he was afraid, but when he talked a lot, he did tend to want to do at least something with his hands. Whether it be playing with something next to him, tapping something, or cracking his knuckles--something had to be done or else he'd lose his train of thought. It was as simple as that.
Dorian was quite aware that he was a bit shorter than Vlad, but no matter. He sized up to him, and with Vlad up against the wall, he did at least feel like the taller one. Tension rose into the air, and it really took all of Dorian's concentration to not strangle the man. But, from what he was saying, he didn't want to hurt Vlad just yet. He was sure that if he punched the man, he'd punch Iris, and that was really the last thing Dorian needed. For a foreigner, he was just so rude and politically incorrect. She may be his fiancée, but for now, she was just Iris. And if Dorian could help it, she would stay as just Iris for at least a little longer. Iris Sidorov just didn't slide off the tongue as easily.
"We'll just have to wait and see I suppose, Vladimir. I mean, I am not quite sure what I can do about stopping this wedding. It seems pretty much completely unstoppable, and it's a shame that I can't do anything about it." He stopped for a moment, allowing a small smirk to appear on his lips as Vlad shoved Dorian away from him. "At least, not by myself." Like Vladimir, Dorian believed that he was also tough shit. And he had the backup to prove it.
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Post by whisp. on Jul 11, 2010 23:46:17 GMT -5
Vladimir laughed again and snorted. ”I don’t see the need for a stupid clique. I’ll be content with my studies and getting to know Iris.” He paused, allowing a smirk to creep on his face. ”In all the meanings of the word.” He added, studying Dorian with an amused expression.
The Russians eyed the Handsome Eye as his knuckles cracked. Despite what it may have meant to Dorian, it seemed like a threatening gesture to him and Vlad prepared himself to dodge a punch that may be thrown his way. Thankfully there was none. He didn’t want his pretty little face to be ruined.
”To be frank, I don’t care what the hell you think. I am not going to act the way you tell me to act. Sure, this is your school but Iris is my woman. So please, quit acting like you have control over her and the school. You can’t always get what you want.”
Vladimir scoffed as he straightened out his clothes. ”oh cute. You need your precious little friends to back you up. Just realize you’re burning a very short fuse, Dorian. And that you don’t want to see what happens when the whole thing explodes.” He smirked slightly and stepped towards the door. ”I suppose I’ll be seeing you around then. It was just a pleasure meeting you.” And then he was gone, leaving Dorian to his thoughts.
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By the next day, Logan had left Florence and Vladimir had been introduced to his studies. It seemed like it was the end of things, but it was only the beginning. Logan had left Iris with a warning that scared her enough that she would listen, at least…for now. He had told her to listen to Vladimir and to do what he said or that there’d be hell to pay; she belonged to a man now and she best straighten up her act. And then Logan had left her and Vladimir had taken his place.
At first Iris had tried to get a hold of Dorian and to speak to him about what was going on, but Vladimir hissed a warning at it. “Don’t you dare go and talk to him. I don’t like him being around you. I forbid you from seeing him.” “Forbid me? Excuse me, but Dorian is my friend and apart of my life. You can’t forbid me from do—“ There was a loud smack as his skin came in contact with hers. Her head reeled to the side and as she stumbled a step or two away from him, she saw fire in his eyes.
And that was only the first time he hit her.
Any time she voiced an opinion, he’d hit her. Any time she acted in a manner that did not please him, he hit her. Eventually she just gave up talking and going anywhere but her room because it seemed to be the safest place. Slowly, Iris began to pick up deadly old habits again. The bruises she could hide, but the way her waist shrunk in and her arms began to slowly turn twig-like stirred gossip.
Even the Pretty Faces seemed to notice her absence and weird behavior. They talked amongst themselves about how she seemed to disappear, never coming to meetings or gatherings for gossip. At one point, a Pretty Face even approached Dorian asking if he had seen her lately. Despite their reputation, the Pretty Faces could have hearts. But their concern from Iris slowly disintegrated as a new wave of gossip rolled in about some affair one of the students had with a teacher from another school. Once a Pretty Face, always a Pretty Face.
Iris’ bedroom door remained closed and locked, only occasionally opening for Vladimir to slip in and out. People had tried to visit her, but there’d be no answer and eventually they’d move on. The days turned into weeks before there was any sign of life from Iris’s room.
The school was dark and the hallways quiet when Iris’ door creaked open early in the morning. It would still be a couple of hours before the sun would even touch the hills in the distance and stream its light into the school. Iris knew that if there was anytime to try and avoid Vladimir catching her, it would be now when he was fast asleep and where no one would see her sneaking around to snitch.
Very carefully and quietly she crept across the school, almost frightened by the unusualness of nighttime. There was no one out, as she suspected, but as she neared the boys dorms, her throat tightened up and her stomach clenched as her body half expected to run into Vladimir. God knows what he’d do to her if he caught her here at this hour.
In some ways it had been like it was with Logan. She just had to walk on egg shells all time, listen, obey, not state any opinion and she’d be fine. But sometimes Vladimir would be upset about a test or something stupid and he’d take it out on her. Iris knew he’d always take it out on her. The only difference between Vladimir and Logan was that Vladimir had no problem pinning her on the bed, pushing her up against the wall, touching places he shouldn’t touch. At least Logan had enough respect, or was disgusted enough by the idea of touching his daughter in such a way that he refrained.
Iris wasn’t sure what inside her had made her decide she wanted to risk this. It had been building, she supposed, to want to get out and defy Vladimir, but she also sorely missed Dorian. He was her best friend and ever since Vladimir had come into her life, she hadn’t been allowed to see him. Even if he had come to talk to her in her room, usually Vladimir was there to stop him from coming in or approaching her in the hallway. If Dorian managed to talk to her, Vladimir would punish her for it. Eventually, she just…had no choice. She got lost again in herself and even getting up seemed like the biggest task in the world. She was giving up. But it was the thought of Dorian that sparked enough life in her to get her sneaking around Florence in the middle of the night to get to him.
Vladimir had started talking about the wedding, and where he wanted to move to, how many kids they were going to have, what she would be expected to do. And all Iris could think about was Logan’s house and the little boy down the street that would save her from her father’s wrath. And that’s when she realized she needed to crawl out of the hell she found herself in and Dorian was the first person she needed to talk to…wanted to talk to.
She knew where his room was like it was her own and as she approached it, Iris took one last look around to make sure it was safe before she knocked. Despite the knock being light, it echoed off the walls and sounded like bangs to Iris’ ears. ”Dorian?” She whispered loudly before she knocked again, a little louder this time. ”Dorian, it’s Iris. Please let me in.” There was a rising panic that if the door did not open soon, that Vladimir would appear behind her and take her away. Her heart was beating fast in her chest and she thought that if the knock did not wake Dorian, that perhaps the thumps of her heart would. ”Dorian!”
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Post by Yuki on Aug 10, 2010 11:54:24 GMT -5
Truth be told, Dorian wasn't feeling all that well either. Since he had met with Vladimir, the Handsome Eye was just feeling a bit off--not too sure what was happening, or why, or even how. Everything to him seemed to have happened so quickly that there was absolutely no time to stop it. Iris getting married, to him, seemed like a billion years away, but now it was just inching closer and closer. And to who, that damned Russian freak that just came out of no where? Not if Dorian could talk with Iris, oh most certainly not.
However, that was the issue. Every chance Dorian had to talk to Iris was ruined, either with Iris running away, or Vladimir yelling at him in some incomprehensible language. It was driving the poor boy insane, only getting a few glances at Iris throughout the day. Those glances did give him a good idea of what was going on with Iris, though.
She did seem to be getting skinnier and skinnier with every day. She didn't have the same energy that she used to have, and just seemed... down. This Iris and the Iris that never met Vladimir were now two different people entirely, and Dorian missed the latter Iris dearly. He should have known that something bad was going to happen when Logan came. He shouldn't done something else before any of this happened, but that was in the past. All he cared about was helping her.
If there was anything to help, at least.
As time passed, Dorian started to give up talking to Iris, knowing that it would only be so brief. He would smile at her in the hallway when they passed, but that was about it. It was killing him to do this, but he was aware that either Vladimir or Logan could hurt her if they spoke, and Dorian didn't want that. So he tried to keep his distance, but only for a short time. Soon, he knew that he would find a way to talk to her, if any at all. And that way seemed to have found him, actually.
Dorian had been fast asleep when the knocking was heard. He groaned and turned over, figuring that it was Dante coming back from some evening shenanigans and being too lazy to open the door. Dante always did this, and Dorian never opened the door for him. Sheesh, when was the poor boy going to learn? It was almost impossible to get Dorian out of bed, at least without good reason.
But then, he heard a voice outside of the door that definitely wasn't Dante's. He couldn't hear much, but he was able to make out the only important word to him: "Iris." Immediately, he jumped out the bed, feeling a little dizzy but nonetheless opened the door, pulled her in and closed the door as fast as he could without making any noise. "Oh God, Iris..." Just holding her briefly was an awful feeling, since she just felt so fragile in his hands. Iris lost too much weight for him to like at all, and he felt as though he would break her if he held her too tightly. But she was here, and just for a few seconds, he was as happy as he could be. At last, reason to talk to her, and he did miss her deeply. He sat down on his bed, gesturing for her to take place next to him. "Irs," he started, smiling softly to have his dear friend once more by his side, "Iris, what is going on?"
ooc;; it's poop and i'm sorry but WHATEVA.
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