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xp_logsGetting some air, Julian and Esme share a moment of sorts.
It was getting stuffy inside, so the pair had made their way through the sparse crowd to the balcony facing the west lawn. Dancing had been enjoyable, but exhausting and the watered down punch wasn't as refreshing as the school probably thought. Having the good sense to grab his coat before they exited, Julian draped it over his date's shoulders, leading her to the stone railing that looked out over the vast backyard of the Xavier Household. The stars were out, shining like a billion jewels against the blackish-blue of the night sky. "Wow, it's really beautiful out here tonight."
"Very pretty," Esme ventured, eyes flickering from the stars back to him. "Is this one of the things that you do at proms? Look at the stars?"
"I've only ever been to the one and that was only because Cass was a junior." Julian turned to his date, giving her a charming smile, "That was in downtown L.A., can't really see the stars in the city."
"We wouldn't know," Esme said, still gazing at the sky. "We don't go to many cities. They're very loud."
"Guess you'll just have to take my word for it then," he chuckled and looked up into the starry night again. A quiet beat of silence passed between them, the sound of the frogs and crickets in the dark just audible over the thump of bass from the ballroom. Julian leaned toward Esme and bumped against her playfully, "Are you having a fun time, Esme?"
She looked down, then back up at him, her expression ambiguous. "It's everything we thought it would be," she said.
Slowly he put his arm around her shoulder, "I'm really glad to hear that."
"Dancing," Esme said, as if reciting something, "punch, fancy dresses, boys in suits, music. And now looking at the stars. We did research, you know." She gave him a very thoughtful look. "There's one thing missing."
He racked his brain, trying to figure out what he'd miss while his face and smile contorted into a thoughtful expression. "What's that?"
"Don't some people have their first kisses at the prom? That's the way it is in the movies, at least..." Esme sounded almost dreamy for a moment.
"Well," Julian desperately tried to not think of kissing her. "Yeah, I guess some people do." Esme cocked her head slightly, her hair catching the moonlight. A lump rose in his throat, causing an audible gulp.
"Is there something wrong? Don't you think we - we mean, I am pretty?"
'You're gorgeous,' Julian thought, "You already know what I think, Esme." He tried to direct his thoughts toward Angel, toward all the shared moments that they'd had in the last few months. "There's someone else though."
Esme's lower lip quivered. "Then this is all... just some show you're putting on, isn't it? Take the lonely telepath to prom, make yourself look like the good guy..."
"No!" he took a step closer to the Stepford, putting a hand on her shoulder and looking into her eyes. "I do like you, Esme, really. I've sincerely meant everything I've said to you." Before she could retort he continued, "But...I'm with Angel...it wouldn't be fair to her."
Her blue eyes looked very dark in the dimness. "We think we didn't like being your pity project so much after all," she said in a very low voice. "But we think you should do it right, if you're going to do it at all. You want to kiss us, don't you? You may be with the little pyrokinetic, but you do look at other girls, we can see that much... so kiss us. Just one kiss. Kiss me."
The urge to kiss Esme suddenly became overwhelming and Julian found himself getting very close to the telepath...dangerously close. "Esme..." he wasn't able to say anything beyond that. The hand on her shoulder drifted upwards, fingertips glancing across her neck, brushing some hair back as his other hand came to rest on her hip. His eyes closed and he leaned in toward her, guiding his lips towards her's instinctively. Julian's hand entwined itself in her hair, pulling her closer, until their lips met.
Someone laughed as they ducked out of the party - Angel, walking backwards with her skirts held up so she wouldn't trip. "Come on, John, I thought I saw Julian and Esme going this way," she said, frowning when his gaze went above her shoulder. She dodged his out stretched hand and turned around. "Where's ... Julian?"
Her skirts dropped as her hands went slack, eyes widening at the sight of her boyfriend and the telepath kissing. All she could think at the moment was that she'd promised John she wouldn't cry on his shoulder.
And that she'd been horribly, horribly naive.
Angel decided that at the very least, she'd keep her promise to John - she was the one who had dragged him into this. With a whimper, she gathered her skirts as she turned and bolted back into the mansion, determined to use another exit to get away.
Something and red caught Julian's attention out of the corner of his eye. It was familiar, but the kiss was all that mattered right now. It wasn't until Angel whimpered that he realized that it was her, but it still didn't register what was happening. Then the memories of all the kisses he'd shared with Angel hit him like a ton of bricks. He broke the kiss, stumbling back with a shout, "No!"
Panting, he started looking around; Angel was already gone. "Where did she go?"
Esme drew back, fingers to her lips for a moment and her eyes narrowing. Her expression grew tense, suddenly, as if she'd just realized what she'd done, and she didn't answer Julian.
Turning back to the blonde telepath, Julian grasped her by the shoulders and looked back into her eyes. "Esme, where did she go!" as he demanded the information his blue eyes flashed green, telekinetic energy rolling off him freely. A few heads were poking out into the night air to see what had caused the commotion.
Esme's lips trembled. "Go find her yourself!" she spat. #LET GO OF ME!#
Julian blinked, not sure what to do. On the one hand he knew he needed to go after Angel, to explain what happened; but at the same time, he felt an intense need to comfort Esme. A moments hesitation and he let go of her, glancing down at the ground. "I'm...I'm sorry, Ez," he said, looking back into her moist eyes. Before she could rebuke him again, he turned, running into the mansion after Angel.
It was getting stuffy inside, so the pair had made their way through the sparse crowd to the balcony facing the west lawn. Dancing had been enjoyable, but exhausting and the watered down punch wasn't as refreshing as the school probably thought. Having the good sense to grab his coat before they exited, Julian draped it over his date's shoulders, leading her to the stone railing that looked out over the vast backyard of the Xavier Household. The stars were out, shining like a billion jewels against the blackish-blue of the night sky. "Wow, it's really beautiful out here tonight."
"Very pretty," Esme ventured, eyes flickering from the stars back to him. "Is this one of the things that you do at proms? Look at the stars?"
"I've only ever been to the one and that was only because Cass was a junior." Julian turned to his date, giving her a charming smile, "That was in downtown L.A., can't really see the stars in the city."
"We wouldn't know," Esme said, still gazing at the sky. "We don't go to many cities. They're very loud."
"Guess you'll just have to take my word for it then," he chuckled and looked up into the starry night again. A quiet beat of silence passed between them, the sound of the frogs and crickets in the dark just audible over the thump of bass from the ballroom. Julian leaned toward Esme and bumped against her playfully, "Are you having a fun time, Esme?"
She looked down, then back up at him, her expression ambiguous. "It's everything we thought it would be," she said.
Slowly he put his arm around her shoulder, "I'm really glad to hear that."
"Dancing," Esme said, as if reciting something, "punch, fancy dresses, boys in suits, music. And now looking at the stars. We did research, you know." She gave him a very thoughtful look. "There's one thing missing."
He racked his brain, trying to figure out what he'd miss while his face and smile contorted into a thoughtful expression. "What's that?"
"Don't some people have their first kisses at the prom? That's the way it is in the movies, at least..." Esme sounded almost dreamy for a moment.
"Well," Julian desperately tried to not think of kissing her. "Yeah, I guess some people do." Esme cocked her head slightly, her hair catching the moonlight. A lump rose in his throat, causing an audible gulp.
"Is there something wrong? Don't you think we - we mean, I am pretty?"
'You're gorgeous,' Julian thought, "You already know what I think, Esme." He tried to direct his thoughts toward Angel, toward all the shared moments that they'd had in the last few months. "There's someone else though."
Esme's lower lip quivered. "Then this is all... just some show you're putting on, isn't it? Take the lonely telepath to prom, make yourself look like the good guy..."
"No!" he took a step closer to the Stepford, putting a hand on her shoulder and looking into her eyes. "I do like you, Esme, really. I've sincerely meant everything I've said to you." Before she could retort he continued, "But...I'm with Angel...it wouldn't be fair to her."
Her blue eyes looked very dark in the dimness. "We think we didn't like being your pity project so much after all," she said in a very low voice. "But we think you should do it right, if you're going to do it at all. You want to kiss us, don't you? You may be with the little pyrokinetic, but you do look at other girls, we can see that much... so kiss us. Just one kiss. Kiss me."
The urge to kiss Esme suddenly became overwhelming and Julian found himself getting very close to the telepath...dangerously close. "Esme..." he wasn't able to say anything beyond that. The hand on her shoulder drifted upwards, fingertips glancing across her neck, brushing some hair back as his other hand came to rest on her hip. His eyes closed and he leaned in toward her, guiding his lips towards her's instinctively. Julian's hand entwined itself in her hair, pulling her closer, until their lips met.
Someone laughed as they ducked out of the party - Angel, walking backwards with her skirts held up so she wouldn't trip. "Come on, John, I thought I saw Julian and Esme going this way," she said, frowning when his gaze went above her shoulder. She dodged his out stretched hand and turned around. "Where's ... Julian?"
Her skirts dropped as her hands went slack, eyes widening at the sight of her boyfriend and the telepath kissing. All she could think at the moment was that she'd promised John she wouldn't cry on his shoulder.
And that she'd been horribly, horribly naive.
Angel decided that at the very least, she'd keep her promise to John - she was the one who had dragged him into this. With a whimper, she gathered her skirts as she turned and bolted back into the mansion, determined to use another exit to get away.
Something and red caught Julian's attention out of the corner of his eye. It was familiar, but the kiss was all that mattered right now. It wasn't until Angel whimpered that he realized that it was her, but it still didn't register what was happening. Then the memories of all the kisses he'd shared with Angel hit him like a ton of bricks. He broke the kiss, stumbling back with a shout, "No!"
Panting, he started looking around; Angel was already gone. "Where did she go?"
Esme drew back, fingers to her lips for a moment and her eyes narrowing. Her expression grew tense, suddenly, as if she'd just realized what she'd done, and she didn't answer Julian.
Turning back to the blonde telepath, Julian grasped her by the shoulders and looked back into her eyes. "Esme, where did she go!" as he demanded the information his blue eyes flashed green, telekinetic energy rolling off him freely. A few heads were poking out into the night air to see what had caused the commotion.
Esme's lips trembled. "Go find her yourself!" she spat. #LET GO OF ME!#
Julian blinked, not sure what to do. On the one hand he knew he needed to go after Angel, to explain what happened; but at the same time, he felt an intense need to comfort Esme. A moments hesitation and he let go of her, glancing down at the ground. "I'm...I'm sorry, Ez," he said, looking back into her moist eyes. Before she could rebuke him again, he turned, running into the mansion after Angel.
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