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Aug. 11th, 2014 01:49 pmShe's been seeing Nina for days.
At first Lily had assumed it was just someone who looked like her, but then she'd begun to show up at the studio. She'd danced across the rehearsal space while Lily stared on in something bordering on horror. She's done it twice now, she's suffered the loss of Nina twice and she can't do it again, and so she only stands at the edge of the rehearsal floor and she watches. She doesn't call out for her, she doesn't ask Nina what the hell she thinks she's doing, she doesn't do anything. She only watches.
But she keeps showing up. It's been days now and Nina keeps showing up and Lily is getting more and more exhausted with each passing day. It hurts so much, this wrenching pain in her chest, until she finally can't take it anymore and she gives in.
It's after rehearsal, she's freshly showered and changed into her street clothes and there's Nina, standing at the edge of the door, one foot outside. It's like she's waiting and Lily savagely ties her hair back, ignoring the reflection of Nina in the mirror, ignoring her until she finally can't. She feels like she's going mad, like she's starting to understand what it was Nina felt when she came to her that night, desperate and terrified that someone was following her.
"What?" Lily asks, spinning around. "What do you want?"
But Nina doesn't answer. She smiles and she walks away and Lily, frustrated and exhausted and broken down, follows. She calls her name once or twice, but Nina doesn't even turn, so Lily just lets herself be lead down the street.
It isn't until she's in the subway station that she realizes where they're going. It's surprisingly empty and she turns on the platform, looking for Nina again.
"I get it," she says, her voice exhausted. "This is where you died. What do you want from me?"
At first Lily had assumed it was just someone who looked like her, but then she'd begun to show up at the studio. She'd danced across the rehearsal space while Lily stared on in something bordering on horror. She's done it twice now, she's suffered the loss of Nina twice and she can't do it again, and so she only stands at the edge of the rehearsal floor and she watches. She doesn't call out for her, she doesn't ask Nina what the hell she thinks she's doing, she doesn't do anything. She only watches.
But she keeps showing up. It's been days now and Nina keeps showing up and Lily is getting more and more exhausted with each passing day. It hurts so much, this wrenching pain in her chest, until she finally can't take it anymore and she gives in.
It's after rehearsal, she's freshly showered and changed into her street clothes and there's Nina, standing at the edge of the door, one foot outside. It's like she's waiting and Lily savagely ties her hair back, ignoring the reflection of Nina in the mirror, ignoring her until she finally can't. She feels like she's going mad, like she's starting to understand what it was Nina felt when she came to her that night, desperate and terrified that someone was following her.
"What?" Lily asks, spinning around. "What do you want?"
But Nina doesn't answer. She smiles and she walks away and Lily, frustrated and exhausted and broken down, follows. She calls her name once or twice, but Nina doesn't even turn, so Lily just lets herself be lead down the street.
It isn't until she's in the subway station that she realizes where they're going. It's surprisingly empty and she turns on the platform, looking for Nina again.
"I get it," she says, her voice exhausted. "This is where you died. What do you want from me?"
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Jul. 21st, 2014 12:08 amEven though she's been working with T.J. for months now, for some reason she hasn't expected to see Doug here. She isn't sure why, from what she knows of him she knows he's awfully proud of his brother, but she still doesn't expect to see him inside the studio until he's there, watching his brother play as she rehearses. She's practicing a piece for next season, something from The Faerie Queen, though she has yet to be cast, and when she finishes, she hangs back for a few moments, giving T.J. and Doug some time to talk before T.J. has to play for another dancer.
Lily, though, is done for the evening and she hefts her gym bag onto her shoulder, crossing the rehearsal space to where Doug is still watching and gives him a smile. She's sweaty, strands of hair clinging to her forehead and she reaches up with one hand, pulling the elastic out of her hair so she can let it dry.
"Your brother has another hour or so of work left," she says, running her hand through her hair to shake it out. She's had several not quite arguments with the instructors here about the way she tends to leave her hair loose during rehearsal and it's such a small thing, but she hates it, she hates having to tie it back and pretend to fit into their mould of what a principal dancer should be. She's never fit into that, not between her attitude and the visible tattoos, but that's never stopped her from dancing the roles they ask of her and she's never understood the obsession they have with a certain look.
Still, she's the only principal they have and despite their complaints, they don't seem to be in any rush to hire another. She smiles up at Doug, inclining her head toward the door. "Come get a coffee with me?"
Lily, though, is done for the evening and she hefts her gym bag onto her shoulder, crossing the rehearsal space to where Doug is still watching and gives him a smile. She's sweaty, strands of hair clinging to her forehead and she reaches up with one hand, pulling the elastic out of her hair so she can let it dry.
"Your brother has another hour or so of work left," she says, running her hand through her hair to shake it out. She's had several not quite arguments with the instructors here about the way she tends to leave her hair loose during rehearsal and it's such a small thing, but she hates it, she hates having to tie it back and pretend to fit into their mould of what a principal dancer should be. She's never fit into that, not between her attitude and the visible tattoos, but that's never stopped her from dancing the roles they ask of her and she's never understood the obsession they have with a certain look.
Still, she's the only principal they have and despite their complaints, they don't seem to be in any rush to hire another. She smiles up at Doug, inclining her head toward the door. "Come get a coffee with me?"
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May. 2nd, 2014 02:47 pmIt doesn't surprise Lily even a little to discover just how much she likes having T.J. around the studio.
He'd played for the artistic director and the instructors while she had watched under the pretense of needing to rehearse when all she'd really wanted to do was watch their reactions to him. She'd been sure, seeing their faces, that they'd want him to take the job and it doesn't come as a surprise to her when he's there for rehearsal the following Monday. He's talented, he's a much better player than the woman they've been using for the past year, and Lily is excited that he'll be around the studio.
More than that, she hopes it grows into something more. It might never be a full time job with the company, but the symphony director comes in, especially when they near the dates for their shows, and she's hoping he might hear something in T.J. that he'll want. She doesn't say this part, she has absolutely no control over something like that, but she hopes for it all the same.
Smiling, her face and hair damp, she shakes her arms out as she wanders over to T.J. as soon as the instructor calls their lunch break. She rolls her shoulders, then sits down beside him on the piano bench and nudges him with her shoulder. "Wanna eat lunch with me?" she asks, smiling. "You can sit with the cool kids at my table."
She mostly eats lunch alone in the studio and there are no tables, but she's actually looking forward to changing that. She has no problem with the other dancers and she gets along with them well enough, but this is different. This is better.
He'd played for the artistic director and the instructors while she had watched under the pretense of needing to rehearse when all she'd really wanted to do was watch their reactions to him. She'd been sure, seeing their faces, that they'd want him to take the job and it doesn't come as a surprise to her when he's there for rehearsal the following Monday. He's talented, he's a much better player than the woman they've been using for the past year, and Lily is excited that he'll be around the studio.
More than that, she hopes it grows into something more. It might never be a full time job with the company, but the symphony director comes in, especially when they near the dates for their shows, and she's hoping he might hear something in T.J. that he'll want. She doesn't say this part, she has absolutely no control over something like that, but she hopes for it all the same.
Smiling, her face and hair damp, she shakes her arms out as she wanders over to T.J. as soon as the instructor calls their lunch break. She rolls her shoulders, then sits down beside him on the piano bench and nudges him with her shoulder. "Wanna eat lunch with me?" she asks, smiling. "You can sit with the cool kids at my table."
She mostly eats lunch alone in the studio and there are no tables, but she's actually looking forward to changing that. She has no problem with the other dancers and she gets along with them well enough, but this is different. This is better.
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Feb. 25th, 2014 09:09 pmWhen she's invited to come visit T.J., Lily nearly jumps at the chance. The past few months have been awful, worse than she thinks she's ever had, and although she still has Delta and Eden, she feels like her small circle of friends is quickly disappearing and she isn't sure what to do with that knowledge.
This is why Lily's never really let herself get too close to people. This is why she's always stayed just separate enough for it not to hurt when someone has to move on. She's never blamed people before and she doesn't blame them now, but she also doesn't like how painful it is, how much her chest tightens when she thinks of Nina being gone. Forever. There's really no coming back from death, no matter what she wants to believe. A movie is one thing, but going to the funeral, knowing what had happened, having it happen here in this city, it's all completely different. It's much more real.
But she's invited and so she collects a few newer magazines for T.J. and brings a couple of books along as well, then submits to being gently searched -- they don't call it that, but they go through her bag and ask her to turn out her pockets -- before she's allowed inside to see him. There are no bars on the windows and it's hardly prison, but at the same time she feels weirdly violated. It's for his protection, she knows that, and she's sure there are plenty of enablers who'd encourage him to go back to cocaine, but she knows she can't be one of them.
She might have been, once upon a time, but not anymore.
"Hi," she says when she spots him inside, giving him a bright smile. "Holy shit, you look good."
This is why Lily's never really let herself get too close to people. This is why she's always stayed just separate enough for it not to hurt when someone has to move on. She's never blamed people before and she doesn't blame them now, but she also doesn't like how painful it is, how much her chest tightens when she thinks of Nina being gone. Forever. There's really no coming back from death, no matter what she wants to believe. A movie is one thing, but going to the funeral, knowing what had happened, having it happen here in this city, it's all completely different. It's much more real.
But she's invited and so she collects a few newer magazines for T.J. and brings a couple of books along as well, then submits to being gently searched -- they don't call it that, but they go through her bag and ask her to turn out her pockets -- before she's allowed inside to see him. There are no bars on the windows and it's hardly prison, but at the same time she feels weirdly violated. It's for his protection, she knows that, and she's sure there are plenty of enablers who'd encourage him to go back to cocaine, but she knows she can't be one of them.
She might have been, once upon a time, but not anymore.
"Hi," she says when she spots him inside, giving him a bright smile. "Holy shit, you look good."
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Jan. 21st, 2014 01:46 pmNina had been dead for four days.
Again.
There hadn't been a funeral last time, or rather, she was sure there had been, but she hadn't been there to attend. She hadn't even known about it until Nina had come to the island and then left again, leaving Lily behind to watch that film.
There was a funeral this time. For awhile, she'd thought about avoiding it, but it was the artistic director at the company who'd convinced her to go. Think of how it'll look if you don't. You two danced together all the time, you were friends. People know that. It made her sick. That was what Nina's funeral would amount to in the eyes of the public, in the eyes of the media.
But she'd gone anyway. She'd sat in the front row, the one normally reserved for family, but there was no family here. She'd asked Delta not to come with her and she wasn't sure why, but she knew he was waiting for her at her apartment and after a very short appearance at the wake, she'd walked home. Two reporters had tried to get a statement from her, but the look she'd given each of them had silenced them, at least for the time being, though she could sense them still following her.
She suspected they would follow her all the way home. That they might let an hour or two pass before they began buzzing her apartment.
She almost wanted them to. She wanted to let them up, she wanted to open her door and have them ask their heartless questions and she wanted see what Delta might do to them. It wasn't a fair thought and she wanted it all the same.
When she let herself into her apartment and closed the door, she only stood there for a moment, her back pressed to the door.
Nina had been dead for four days and it wasn't the first time.
Again.
There hadn't been a funeral last time, or rather, she was sure there had been, but she hadn't been there to attend. She hadn't even known about it until Nina had come to the island and then left again, leaving Lily behind to watch that film.
There was a funeral this time. For awhile, she'd thought about avoiding it, but it was the artistic director at the company who'd convinced her to go. Think of how it'll look if you don't. You two danced together all the time, you were friends. People know that. It made her sick. That was what Nina's funeral would amount to in the eyes of the public, in the eyes of the media.
But she'd gone anyway. She'd sat in the front row, the one normally reserved for family, but there was no family here. She'd asked Delta not to come with her and she wasn't sure why, but she knew he was waiting for her at her apartment and after a very short appearance at the wake, she'd walked home. Two reporters had tried to get a statement from her, but the look she'd given each of them had silenced them, at least for the time being, though she could sense them still following her.
She suspected they would follow her all the way home. That they might let an hour or two pass before they began buzzing her apartment.
She almost wanted them to. She wanted to let them up, she wanted to open her door and have them ask their heartless questions and she wanted see what Delta might do to them. It wasn't a fair thought and she wanted it all the same.
When she let herself into her apartment and closed the door, she only stood there for a moment, her back pressed to the door.
Nina had been dead for four days and it wasn't the first time.
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Nov. 7th, 2013 03:23 pmThey work together, they spend a lot of their time together, but Lily realizes she doesn't actually tell Nina all that much. It's not that she's avoiding telling her things, because, if she's honest, she hasn't discussed Delta with very many people at all. Not because she's embarrassed of him, not because she doesn't know what's going on, but because she's never been prone to talking about her relationships.
Because that's what it is. She's in a relationship.
She and Delta haven't talked about it, really, but she doesn't think they need to.
She's made plans with Nina for that afternoon, coffee and maybe some shopping, and she's wondering if she should tell her. If that's the sort of thing they need to discuss. She's waiting at the coffee shop, though, near the door, a scarf wrapped around her neck against the wind.
Because that's what it is. She's in a relationship.
She and Delta haven't talked about it, really, but she doesn't think they need to.
She's made plans with Nina for that afternoon, coffee and maybe some shopping, and she's wondering if she should tell her. If that's the sort of thing they need to discuss. She's waiting at the coffee shop, though, near the door, a scarf wrapped around her neck against the wind.
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Nov. 7th, 2013 03:12 pmThey haven't hung out in far too long.
Lily's been meaning to call Eden for weeks now, but she's been swamped with rehearsals and performances and she keeps letting it slip by without thinking. But eventually she takes a moment, closes the door of her dressing room at the studio and calls. It's easy to get caught up in living in Darrow, easier than it ever was on the island, but that's not an excuse and she likes to think she's a better friend than that.
So they make plans and now, two days later, she's left the studio early, gone home to shower before she takes Eden out for the night. Dinner, some dancing if they want, anything they want to do, really. She's excited to see Eden again, to catch up on what's been going on in their lives and she's surprised to find just how much she misses her friend. Not because Eden's not wonderful, but because she knows her tendency to move on easily, to drift in and out of a person's life, but it's been too long now. She's too invested.
It's a good thing, she's finding.
Outside Eden's, she leans against the wall and knocks on the door, smiling in anticipation.
Lily's been meaning to call Eden for weeks now, but she's been swamped with rehearsals and performances and she keeps letting it slip by without thinking. But eventually she takes a moment, closes the door of her dressing room at the studio and calls. It's easy to get caught up in living in Darrow, easier than it ever was on the island, but that's not an excuse and she likes to think she's a better friend than that.
So they make plans and now, two days later, she's left the studio early, gone home to shower before she takes Eden out for the night. Dinner, some dancing if they want, anything they want to do, really. She's excited to see Eden again, to catch up on what's been going on in their lives and she's surprised to find just how much she misses her friend. Not because Eden's not wonderful, but because she knows her tendency to move on easily, to drift in and out of a person's life, but it's been too long now. She's too invested.
It's a good thing, she's finding.
Outside Eden's, she leans against the wall and knocks on the door, smiling in anticipation.
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Oct. 14th, 2013 07:38 pmShe's taken over one of the smaller studios for the evening, dragged in one of the portable stereos they have lying around and rarely tend to use, especially this close to an actual show. Their artistic director prefers to have a pianist on hand almost always now, so Lily doesn't think anyone will miss it.
She's never taught before, never even really considered it, but it's something she wants to do for Eleanor. In all her years of dating, she's never actually bothered to try this hard either and she chooses to not think about that, pressing it back where it's less of a concern. As far as anyone knows, she's just taking some time out to teach some of the basics of ballet to a friend.
There are only three people who probably know it's more than just that; Delta, Eleanor and herself.
Still, she isn't nervous. She's excited, looking forward to having a chance to get to know Eleanor better and she's pleased that she's interested in ballet at all. There are plenty of people who aren't, which she's fine with, but when she finds someone who is interested, she's more than happy to share her love.
Once she has the studio ready, she heads back outside to wait for Eleanor, knowing how easy it is to get lost in the twists and turns of the halls inside.
She's never taught before, never even really considered it, but it's something she wants to do for Eleanor. In all her years of dating, she's never actually bothered to try this hard either and she chooses to not think about that, pressing it back where it's less of a concern. As far as anyone knows, she's just taking some time out to teach some of the basics of ballet to a friend.
There are only three people who probably know it's more than just that; Delta, Eleanor and herself.
Still, she isn't nervous. She's excited, looking forward to having a chance to get to know Eleanor better and she's pleased that she's interested in ballet at all. There are plenty of people who aren't, which she's fine with, but when she finds someone who is interested, she's more than happy to share her love.
Once she has the studio ready, she heads back outside to wait for Eleanor, knowing how easy it is to get lost in the twists and turns of the halls inside.
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Aug. 25th, 2013 05:00 pmLily wasn't sure what the time was.
She knew she'd seen Sawyer, gone home, showered, thought about calling someone and in the end decided against it. She remembered leaving the apartment, thinking again about stopping at Nina's, then that she had walked to a nearby bar instead. She remembered buying her first drink, and receiving the few drinks that came after, but she couldn't put faces to the men who'd bought them for her.
They didn't matter. No one mattered.
This was why she never stayed in one place for too long. This was the reason she kept moving, finding a new job, a new city. This was why she kept her relationships light and easy, because then someone came along and got under her skin -- Nina, Eden, Sawyer, Delta -- and that could be okay. That wasn't the problem. It was when she stopped having control. It was when they became someone she needed that it was a problem. She wasn't used to needing anything or anyone, she was used to being the one in charge.
Somehow, after several drinks, that seemed like something she needed to explain to someone. To Delta, maybe, because he'd done the same thing Sawyer had and she wanted to know if he was going to continue following his example.
Eleanor was probably asleep. She realized that as she pressed the buzzer, then braced herself against the wall, waiting for Delta to answer.
She knew she'd seen Sawyer, gone home, showered, thought about calling someone and in the end decided against it. She remembered leaving the apartment, thinking again about stopping at Nina's, then that she had walked to a nearby bar instead. She remembered buying her first drink, and receiving the few drinks that came after, but she couldn't put faces to the men who'd bought them for her.
They didn't matter. No one mattered.
This was why she never stayed in one place for too long. This was the reason she kept moving, finding a new job, a new city. This was why she kept her relationships light and easy, because then someone came along and got under her skin -- Nina, Eden, Sawyer, Delta -- and that could be okay. That wasn't the problem. It was when she stopped having control. It was when they became someone she needed that it was a problem. She wasn't used to needing anything or anyone, she was used to being the one in charge.
Somehow, after several drinks, that seemed like something she needed to explain to someone. To Delta, maybe, because he'd done the same thing Sawyer had and she wanted to know if he was going to continue following his example.
Eleanor was probably asleep. She realized that as she pressed the buzzer, then braced herself against the wall, waiting for Delta to answer.
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Aug. 6th, 2013 08:19 pmThe gala had been a bit of a bore.
Lily was used to it, mingling with investors, the people who essentially paid for her to be a dancer, and she was usually good at it. Even tonight, she doubted anyone noticed that she was bored, but it had gone on long and all the champagne in the world couldn't make it end any quicker. She passed by Nina several times, pausing long enough to talk to her, to laugh about something that had been said, but she knew it was encouraged for them to be as social as possible and so she moved on after a few minutes.
It was something she was good at, even at her worst, and Lily smiled and laughed as she knew she was supposed to.
Between conversations, she set down her champagne flute and slipped toward the bathroom, her purse in hand. Raising her hand as she passed Nina, she grinned, then slipped through the bathroom door, glancing down into her purse for her compact as she crossed toward the mirror. Her heels clicked against the tile floor and when she glanced up, at first it seemed that nothing was wrong.
But the bathroom was gone.
Beyond the mirror she had glanced into stretched a long, golden hall and Lily shifted, moving away from the mirror to stare at what had appeared. She blinked, then turned back toward the bathroom door only to find it gone, replaced with a beautiful hall, the walls adorned with art she'd never seen before, rich looking and lush.
"What the hell?" she murmured.
Lily was used to it, mingling with investors, the people who essentially paid for her to be a dancer, and she was usually good at it. Even tonight, she doubted anyone noticed that she was bored, but it had gone on long and all the champagne in the world couldn't make it end any quicker. She passed by Nina several times, pausing long enough to talk to her, to laugh about something that had been said, but she knew it was encouraged for them to be as social as possible and so she moved on after a few minutes.
It was something she was good at, even at her worst, and Lily smiled and laughed as she knew she was supposed to.
Between conversations, she set down her champagne flute and slipped toward the bathroom, her purse in hand. Raising her hand as she passed Nina, she grinned, then slipped through the bathroom door, glancing down into her purse for her compact as she crossed toward the mirror. Her heels clicked against the tile floor and when she glanced up, at first it seemed that nothing was wrong.
But the bathroom was gone.
Beyond the mirror she had glanced into stretched a long, golden hall and Lily shifted, moving away from the mirror to stare at what had appeared. She blinked, then turned back toward the bathroom door only to find it gone, replaced with a beautiful hall, the walls adorned with art she'd never seen before, rich looking and lush.
"What the hell?" she murmured.
[closing night]
Jul. 19th, 2013 01:54 pmAt the end of it all, as Lily had expected, Nina pulled it off. Without any incidents, her mind tried to tell her, but as she always did when she thought of that film she'd seen on the island, she turned elsewhere. Darrow wasn't New York, it could never compare to what they'd had, but it was turning out to be a pretty great place to be stuck, after all. They could both work and Nina was away from her mother, which Lily knew could only be good for her.
Still in costume, a soft pink tutu and bodice embroidered with gold, Lily hurried backstage, looking for Nina. She had to feel good after that, especially with the way the audience was still going nuts out there, cheering and applauding.
"Hey," she called, spotting Nina down the hall. She turned, slipping between two other dancers, then hurried toward her, fingers already working to take down her hair. "Tell me how good you feel."
Still in costume, a soft pink tutu and bodice embroidered with gold, Lily hurried backstage, looking for Nina. She had to feel good after that, especially with the way the audience was still going nuts out there, cheering and applauding.
"Hey," she called, spotting Nina down the hall. She turned, slipping between two other dancers, then hurried toward her, fingers already working to take down her hair. "Tell me how good you feel."
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Jun. 25th, 2013 01:32 pmShe's not nervous, not exactly, but this isn't how she expected it to be. Going inside -- or whatever it is they call it -- was something she always thought she'd do with Eames, but he's gone now and Neil knows more about the machine than she does. More than anyone else in Darrow, she imagines.
So she's not nervous, but it doesn't feel like she imagined it would. Eames isn't here, which is different enough, but it's more than that, too. She isn't sure what to expect. She's excited, but uncertain.
"So how does this work?" she asks, leaning her chin on her hands as she looks at Neil. "Eames only gave me the basics, so I'm completely in your hands here." Not that she minds. She trusts him.
So she's not nervous, but it doesn't feel like she imagined it would. Eames isn't here, which is different enough, but it's more than that, too. She isn't sure what to expect. She's excited, but uncertain.
"So how does this work?" she asks, leaning her chin on her hands as she looks at Neil. "Eames only gave me the basics, so I'm completely in your hands here." Not that she minds. She trusts him.
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Jun. 10th, 2013 10:46 amThey were getting closer to opening night and Nina was dancing beautifully, as always. They had learned the new choreography, they'd found their patterns, their movements. Lily liked working with Nina, they were generally comfortable with each other now and she knew damn well they had excellent chemistry, which was coming through in every duet they performed.
But they were both tired. And she was starting to wonder if it wasn't wearing on Nina like it did before. She didn't want to worry and she sure as hell didn't want to pry, but she kept thinking about that movie and all the things it had shown her. Things she didn't want to know.
At the studio one evening, she got changed, pulling her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through the tangles. When she stepped into the hall, she had her bag over one shoulder and she paused by Nina's dressing room to see if she was still there, if maybe she wanted to grab some dinner.
"Hey," she called, rapping on the door. "Are you gone?"
But they were both tired. And she was starting to wonder if it wasn't wearing on Nina like it did before. She didn't want to worry and she sure as hell didn't want to pry, but she kept thinking about that movie and all the things it had shown her. Things she didn't want to know.
At the studio one evening, she got changed, pulling her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through the tangles. When she stepped into the hall, she had her bag over one shoulder and she paused by Nina's dressing room to see if she was still there, if maybe she wanted to grab some dinner.
"Hey," she called, rapping on the door. "Are you gone?"
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Jun. 5th, 2013 11:12 amLily knew damn well Booker wouldn't like this.
She wasn't going to let that stop her or even really bother her for longer than a moment, but she was well aware of that fact. Still, Elizabeth needed to get out. She was a sweet girl, but she was curious and the last thing Lily wanted was for her to trust someone she shouldn't and end up in a bad situation just because she wanted to see what something was like. Maybe Lily herself wasn't always completely trustworthy, but she knew where to draw the line and she knew when someone might need a little looking out for.
Elizabeth hadn't many any particular request, but Lily had picked one of the slower clubs she knew. It would still be fun and she knew there would still be plenty of people inside, but it was a Wednesday night and it wouldn't be nearly as wild as it could get on the weekend. She'd suggested Elizabeth come by first, partly so Lily could help her get dressed if she needed to and partly so she could give Elizabeth the only two rules she had for the night.
She was in the bathroom, doing her makeup and finishing a glass of wine she'd poured herself with dinner when she heard the buzzer.
Hurrying across the apartment, she pressed the button and said, "Come on up. I'm almost ready."
She wasn't going to let that stop her or even really bother her for longer than a moment, but she was well aware of that fact. Still, Elizabeth needed to get out. She was a sweet girl, but she was curious and the last thing Lily wanted was for her to trust someone she shouldn't and end up in a bad situation just because she wanted to see what something was like. Maybe Lily herself wasn't always completely trustworthy, but she knew where to draw the line and she knew when someone might need a little looking out for.
Elizabeth hadn't many any particular request, but Lily had picked one of the slower clubs she knew. It would still be fun and she knew there would still be plenty of people inside, but it was a Wednesday night and it wouldn't be nearly as wild as it could get on the weekend. She'd suggested Elizabeth come by first, partly so Lily could help her get dressed if she needed to and partly so she could give Elizabeth the only two rules she had for the night.
She was in the bathroom, doing her makeup and finishing a glass of wine she'd poured herself with dinner when she heard the buzzer.
Hurrying across the apartment, she pressed the button and said, "Come on up. I'm almost ready."
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May. 23rd, 2013 10:58 amThe beach, he'd said, so she'd prepared for the beach.
Some of the plans she'd left to him. The food, in particular, she'd instructed him to bring, telling him it didn't matter what it was, that she'd eat anything. There was a red and blue striped blanket shoved in the back of her hall closet, not something she'd put on the bed, but she grabbed it for the two of them to sit on, stowing it inside a bag. This time of year, the water was probably still too cold to swim, especially in the evening, so she hadn't bothered with a bathing suit, instead choosing a light sweater over a dark grey dress, one of the first she'd picked up upon her arrival.
She remembered him telling her that he'd been drunk once, that he hadn't enjoyed it, so she'd taken care when choosing a wine, finding something she hoped he might like, especially since she had no intention of getting him drunk on it. She had a corkscrew, two plastic goblets, an extra sweater in case the wind was cold.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd put so much care into preparing for a date.
Pausing by the mirror near her front door, Lily ran her fingers through her hair before she lifted the bag with the blanket and the wine. A cab was waiting for her downstairs and she took it to Delta's, paying the driver before she got out and headed into the building to buzz his apartment.
Some of the plans she'd left to him. The food, in particular, she'd instructed him to bring, telling him it didn't matter what it was, that she'd eat anything. There was a red and blue striped blanket shoved in the back of her hall closet, not something she'd put on the bed, but she grabbed it for the two of them to sit on, stowing it inside a bag. This time of year, the water was probably still too cold to swim, especially in the evening, so she hadn't bothered with a bathing suit, instead choosing a light sweater over a dark grey dress, one of the first she'd picked up upon her arrival.
She remembered him telling her that he'd been drunk once, that he hadn't enjoyed it, so she'd taken care when choosing a wine, finding something she hoped he might like, especially since she had no intention of getting him drunk on it. She had a corkscrew, two plastic goblets, an extra sweater in case the wind was cold.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd put so much care into preparing for a date.
Pausing by the mirror near her front door, Lily ran her fingers through her hair before she lifted the bag with the blanket and the wine. A cab was waiting for her downstairs and she took it to Delta's, paying the driver before she got out and headed into the building to buzz his apartment.
When their roles are posted, Lily smiles knowingly at Nina across the small crowd of mostly disappointed dancers, then crosses over to her and tells her they're going to have a party to celebrate. She tells Nina to invite whoever she wants, says she'll host it, it'll happen this weekend, then she disappears to make plans. She leaves Nina without time to protest on purpose.
On the night of the party, she has drinks and food set out in her kitchen. She's invited most of the people she knows and even a few she doesn't -- dancers, mostly, because she doesn't want to leave them out -- and there's already music playing even before anyone has arrived. The intention is to be casual, relaxed, but there are pills in Lily's pocket, for anyone who knows her well enough to ask, for anyone she thinks might need to relax a little.
Nina's doing better now, but Lily has no problem helping her come out of her shell if it comes to that. And she has no problem helping anyone else either.
On the night of the party, she has drinks and food set out in her kitchen. She's invited most of the people she knows and even a few she doesn't -- dancers, mostly, because she doesn't want to leave them out -- and there's already music playing even before anyone has arrived. The intention is to be casual, relaxed, but there are pills in Lily's pocket, for anyone who knows her well enough to ask, for anyone she thinks might need to relax a little.
Nina's doing better now, but Lily has no problem helping her come out of her shell if it comes to that. And she has no problem helping anyone else either.
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Mar. 30th, 2013 09:13 amShe wasn't nervous, necessarily, but it had been a long time since Lily had been on a date. She went out and she danced, she had dinner with people she loved, spent time with people she slept with, but all the while -- even with Sawyer, she realized -- she'd never allowed anything to be called a date. It was easier that way. If she never called it a date, no one ever thought they were dating and while Lily definitely wasn't adverse to spending time with the same person over weeks or months or even years, she hadn't had a boyfriend or a girlfriend in a very long time and she mostly preferred it that way.
It made things easier.
But something about Delta was different. She doubted he'd ever assume they were dating without first making sure and although he still seemed to be finding his footing, Lily was sure if she explained things to him, he'd follow them easily.
So she wasn't nervous, but she also wasn't entirely sure what she was doing.
Given that it was her first date in a long time -- and his first date ever, according to him -- she'd made sure to keep things simple. She was dressed in jeans, a pair of black boots and a dark sweater under her jacket when she arrived at his place to pick him up. Pressing the buzzer at the front door, she waited, hands in her pockets, for him to answer.
It made things easier.
But something about Delta was different. She doubted he'd ever assume they were dating without first making sure and although he still seemed to be finding his footing, Lily was sure if she explained things to him, he'd follow them easily.
So she wasn't nervous, but she also wasn't entirely sure what she was doing.
Given that it was her first date in a long time -- and his first date ever, according to him -- she'd made sure to keep things simple. She was dressed in jeans, a pair of black boots and a dark sweater under her jacket when she arrived at his place to pick him up. Pressing the buzzer at the front door, she waited, hands in her pockets, for him to answer.
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Nov. 26th, 2012 06:05 pmThe first time Lily sees her, she thinks she might be imagining things.
It's not impossible, she knows, but if Faye were in Darrow, she can't see why she wouldn't have run into her before. Romeo and Juliet is opening next week and Lily's face is plastered on the dance hall as well as half the posters in the train station and on the street. She's not exactly inconspicuous lately and although she doesn't get stopped on the street, if someone who knew her were to show up, they'd be hard pressed to miss her.
The second time she catches sight of her is on the street near the train station. For a moment, Lily simply watches her, trying to make sure it's really Faye, then she hurries across the street to catch up with her.
"Hey!" she calls, her voice friendly, not quite able to believe it's her. That she's here. She's been lucky, really, her friends have turned up and she's made new ones, but besides Eden and Eames, there's no one else here who really knows her.
Not like Faye.
It's not impossible, she knows, but if Faye were in Darrow, she can't see why she wouldn't have run into her before. Romeo and Juliet is opening next week and Lily's face is plastered on the dance hall as well as half the posters in the train station and on the street. She's not exactly inconspicuous lately and although she doesn't get stopped on the street, if someone who knew her were to show up, they'd be hard pressed to miss her.
The second time she catches sight of her is on the street near the train station. For a moment, Lily simply watches her, trying to make sure it's really Faye, then she hurries across the street to catch up with her.
"Hey!" she calls, her voice friendly, not quite able to believe it's her. That she's here. She's been lucky, really, her friends have turned up and she's made new ones, but besides Eden and Eames, there's no one else here who really knows her.
Not like Faye.
