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Post by lillian elise adler on Aug 5, 2009 20:58:24 GMT -5
The Eiffel Tower always looked best at night. Lillian looked out at the view from the balcony. The scene was full of twinkling lights, both the ones in the sky and the ones man made below. She closed her eyes lightly and let the wind blow gently. Everything had been so hectic lately...She was a little over two months pregnant and she was slowly getting used to not having to get a hit every five minutes, not needing to get as many alcoholic beverages into her system as fast as possible before someone knocked to door down and took it from her...
The warm wind wrapped itself around her golden skin, strawberry blond locks brushing against her. Tiny pin prick marks were visible on the inside of her arms and scars, now slowly fading, from when she had gotten really drunk back in highschool and attempted suicide by cutting as deep as possible inside her arms. Things were different now. She was pregnant. She was going to be a mother, something she never expected.
She wore nothing special, simple like her father had requested. A black top, matching heels, and white skirt. She wore the earrings he gave her for Christmas two years ago that she never really wore and the matching necklace. And as her bright blue eyes reflected the twinkling stars, she felt everything sort of settle nicely and peacefully. The hotel room didn't have the fear clinging to it like it did when she first walked in and Alex was in the bathroom, telling her to just get comfortable...No, now it just felt numbing. It was strange, how it all reminded her of Vincent in some way, shape, or form...How, when they moved in together, they were actually just living in the presidential suite on the top floor of some fancy hotel by Oxford because he didn't want to dorm and she didn't want to be away from him...
Now she was in a hotel suite, probably the nicest one, waiting for Alex to appear...And soon enough, she felt the arms wrap around her slim waist and pull her closer, the same arms she once felt so protected in were the same arms she felt fear and anger towards. All belonging to the same person who once showed her the love of a father and compassion that also showed her pain and misery.
It was all part of being Lorelei Adler.
It was all part of pretending to be the perfect person...for the perfect man.
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Post by alexander erik adler on Aug 7, 2009 17:42:09 GMT -5
Alexander rolled his suitcase into the lobby of the Parisian hotel. He glanced around his surrounds, a beautifully decorated entrance with decor retrieved from the Titanic itself. Being a perfectionist, one might of assumed Alexander thought of simple, sleek designs as most desirable but Alexander always thought of the perfection of beauty as a complexity where everything synchronized together in perfect harmony.
He had been to this hotel many times before. In fact it was one of his favourites. It was extremely expensive, it's clientele were businessmen and diplomats not tourist families with screaming babies and bratty children. It was lesser known, not a favourite among pathetic Hollywood celebrities. Most importantly to the rigid man was the view. The stunning view of the Effiel Tower was what Alex affectionately called 'the panty-dropper' as it had charmed many women into bed numerous times before.
He walked to the check-in counter and slipped his Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses off and smiled charmingly at the hotel worker.
"Adler, reservation number seven I believe" The words dripped charmingly in French, accented by German and Spanish influences.
"Yes, Mister Adler welcome back. Suite 1824 as you have requested. We hope to make your stay here as pleasant as possible" The worker replied in an tone that no doubt had been polished by years of hospitality training.
"You always have" The tall man replied warmly as he took the key into his hand and walked towards the elevator.
Two hours had passed, he had made himself at home once again in the beautiful suite. Most importantly he had made sure everything was up to his rigid standards. Checked that a copy of the Wall Street Journal was waiting for him in the study and that the normal sheets were replaced with Egyptian cotton ones like he had requested because he knew Lily preferred them. On his way to the showers he passed by the bouquet of flowers he had left for the girl he was waiting for; the basket bloomed an assortment of lilies an a note attached read, For my darling Lily, whose more beautiful and perfect then any of these flowers.
He had heard her soft voice call out "Papa" as she walked in. A smile grew on his face, there was no sweeter sound to him then his daughters call him "Dat" or "Papa". He told her to make herself comfortable, he would be out soon enough.
A smile grew on the man's face when he saw the young woman standing on the balcony. She was radiant creature. A face which looked like God had carved Himself. She was almost perfect. Everyday, she grew more and more like his beloved sister. If he cared of anyone but himself, he may of seen that they both shared the same fear in their eyes when they saw him approach but Alex being the egotistical creature he was took that look as endless devotion and more importantly, his power being exerted over them.
His arms wrapped around her slender waist and for a few moments her took in the view with her, all while enjoying the touch of her skin and the smell which lingered off of her clothes (which were plain like he had requested). His hand slid upwards to the small beginnings of a womb. The thought that was carrying his child, their perfect creation, excited him and in a more morbid sense it sexually excited him as he knew he had finally completely over-powered her. He brought her closer into their embrace, so much so she could probably feel his excitement through his pants. He tilted her head and kissed her softly. For a few moments, their lips got use to each other once more. He broke for a moment and smiled, "This is perfect Lily..." he whispered, he had decided he wouldn't call her Lorelei...not yet. She had to prove herself first. He kissed her again, and glanced at the view. He smiled down at an old French women who were smiling up at the two lovers. He smirked slightly, as he wondered if old women would still be smiling if she knew the beautiful girl was his daughter.
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Post by lillian elise adler on Aug 7, 2009 21:58:27 GMT -5
Lily leaned slightly back and into Alexander as he pulled her closer and as their lips locked, she wasn't sure what to feel. She never really had been sure. Since she was younger she would just assume that what papa said was right, no matter what the situation, no matter what his words were, no matter how much it hurt. Alexander...Was her father. Fathers protected and cherished their daughters...
But as she grew older, as she learned more and more about the world around her...
As she was sent off to boarding school...
She realized just how wrong it was...to believe that she could actually be in love with her father. And just as she realized this was when she met Vincent Chevalier and things changed, for the better for her but for the worst for Alexander. She had fallen in love and couldn't have been happier when, by the end of her highschool career, she ended up engaged to him; whether it was arranged or not. But, because of her own fears and insecurities, she messed it up. He was talking about kids...he was talking about baby names and then her father...God her father. He told her she wasn't good enough. Told her she wasn't perfect...And to her, he was right.
The only time she felt perfect and like nothing could possibly go wrong was when she was getting tangeled in the sheets with him. She did fear him, more than anyone could imagine. But it wasn't so much the fear of being around him. It wasn't the fear of him striking her across the face if she didn't listen to what he said...No, it was the fear of not having him around. She couldn't function straight without him at least breathing next to her. It was strange, but it was the truth.
And now she was pregnant. What she ran away from was now something she couldn't hide and something she couldn't make disappear. The only time she seemed to think remotely about her own actions was when she was around Vinny...She had seen him only yesterday and when she did all she wanted to do was spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted to hug him, hold him, kiss him...
But now she was with Alex and when she was with him, the rest of her world was put on hold until further notice. As he told her this was perfect and they looked at the other person. She smiled, as if she were the happiest person on God's forsaken Earth.
So while in his arms, she turned around, her thin arms going around his neck as she brushed her lips against his, her mind telling her that this was so wrong but her heart telling her to just do it...It wasn't like it would be the first time, "Thank you for the flowers," she smiled softly, locking her baby blues onto his. According to the doctor, because of the food she was craving she could possibly be having a boy instead of a girl. She started doing research and tried doing everything possible to make sure the baby would be a girl...She didn't care if she had to try some voodoo potion...Alex wanted a girl-she would make sure when the baby came into the world, the doctor would be handing him a girl...
She gave him a soft peck as she slipped out of his arms and back into the hotel room, slipping off her heels and putting them neatly by the door. She usually did that...
"The doctor said it should be a girl..." she mentioned as she took off the earrings and the necklace and placed them on the vanity. This was where it was always confined to: the bedroom, a hotel room, the back seat of the limo. It didn't bother her so much, considering if they went elsewhere all hell would break loose. She ran her fingers through her hair as she slipped off her shirt and glanced over at the mirror, her fingers lightly running across her stomach, which was still flat as if nothing had changed. She could see herself getting the huge stomach, the size of a basketball...And it scared her...
She never wanted to be fat.
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