<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ja4gab6.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just a lil somethan' (https://i.imgur.com/mk4pGXl.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, October 26th, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Lost<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cringe worthy derp - I'm just going to assume they're talking in German at this point.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren, Konstantin, Open | <strong>Mentioning:</strong> --</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><i>For disagreeing with your parents? That doesn’t make you a bad daughter. It makes you an individual.</i>Oh, Aaren... Sweet Aaren. This was exactly why she adored him, and simultaneously feared for him. He was just so simple and idealistic, and for as refreshing and wonderful as it was, he would have been torn apart in her world. Or so she had thought. "It makes me both." She replied evenly, though offered him an appreciative smile for his efforts. Things simply weren't so black and white in her world - where necessary evils were simply a fact of life.<br/><br/><i>The heart wants what the heart wants.</i><br/><br/>There he went again. Aaren was so strangely open-minded that he could even tolerate a spoiled bitch like her. Honestly, if roles had been reversed Dyani couldn't truthfully say she would have afforded Aaren the same courtesies as he was showing her right now. As a matter of fact, if she were in his shows she might have thought he was up to something - some new found way to make her miserable. What others might have called forgiving and charitable would have been labeled as weak by her parents. They would have seen this sort of behavior as a way to avoid conflict - one of those necessary evils she had mentioned earlier. Dyani was no stranger to adversity. Neither was Aaren, if she had to guess. Her way of dealing with it was just<i>different</i>.<br/><br/>Just like her hopes for what conclusions he might draw from all this were ultimately different from what he had actually gathered.<i>Dammit it all.</i>She hissed at the back of her mind and visibly cringed. She really didn't want to have to spell it out for him... but she didn't want to really keep him guessing either. She wanted to make things work this time, and the way to go about that was not to lead him around by a trail of unanswered riddles.<br/><br/>Dyani huffed, her rosy cheeks puffing out just a bit as she willed up the courage to do what needed to be done - which unfortunately came out like an angry bark instead. "I'm talking about y---" She nearly snapped but as her admission came to it's conclusion she felt a familiar presence descend upon them - or<i>her</i>, rather. Instantly her lips pursed, a shiver running down her spine as his sinuous voice wrapped its way around her senses and almost instantly held her captive.<br/><br/><i>Cyka blyat...</i><br/><br/>It was hard to be so cold towards someone she still had so many fond memories of. He was the one that had played the visiting prince at her teddy bear tea parties, after all. Time and time again, Konstantin had compromised himself for her happiness... Protected her, sheltered her and even offered to take care of her at one point. From the outside looking in he was probably the poster boy for the perfect boyfriend. Unfortunately, in Dyani's eyes, the two mixed together like oil and water - pretty but flammable as hell.<br/><br/>Yet, despite all that, the lovely blonde could have easily been swept up into a conversation with the man. Even now, years later, she still almost felt<i>obligated</i>to entertain him - and it sickened her. It was everything he would have wanted, and even she knew he would scent blood in her hesitation. Any move she might have made was a win in his book. So instead Dyani found herself irrevocably frozen in place, caught at a cross roads with no gps to map out her hopeful destination.<br/><br/>Then Aaren came to his feet, and for one horrible millisecond she thought he might actually leave her there, alone, with one of her most infuriating weaknesses. But he didn't. Instead he left her more stunned than might have liked. Was Aaren standing<i>with</i>her? Suddenly Dyani's cheeks were rosy again, especially as he offered her his hand - which she took without hesitation and came to her feet. "<acronym title="Hello">Allo.</acronym>" Her fingers wiggled towards Konstantin mischievously, her absinthe hues glittering back at him defiantly. "<acronym title="bye bye">пока-пока.</acronym>" She added almost tauntingly and turned away without missing a single beat, allowing Aaren to lead her wherever he wanted for all she cared.  So long as she could escape another night without having to confront Konstantin, she was happy at this point.