Breaking Dawn
Breaking Dawn - SOLD
Thank you so much for taking the time to look at this one. As I said in the main post I take inspiration from many places. In this case, that inspiration came straight from Leeloo Mountain. I had a completely different idea going in and as usual, she zipped off to her storage and this time came back with something I couldn't resist. Which makes her awesome but the story behind the ensemble a little bland. So I wrote some fan fiction to go with it. I want to send a special thanks out to Evolve for flying at 10,000 feet.
Melody's Story Chapter 1
Nine Minutes Ago
It’s 9:55 p.m. and I’m ready to go and considering I’ve never been on time for anything in my life this officially makes me very early for a 10:00 arrival. I am super excited and can’t help cheering, “YaY Melody!” I check my makeup in the mirror one more time even though I know it’s perfect, step back and twirl once because I look amazing, grab my clutch, and head for the door. 10:00 p.m. and the doorbell rings, right on time and three months of planning comes into clear focus. I stand there dancing from foot to foot waiting for a couple of minutes to pass so I don’t look to eager. Opening the door I find the chauffeur waiting and I can see the black stretch limo at the curb. He motions me ahead of him and I move down the walk trailing the scent of Jasmine certain he’s looking at my assets because that’s what men do. I slow as I approach the door of the limo and I can see my silhouette in the mirrored window backlit by the street light and I know that from the inside I look amazing. The chauffeur moves ahead of me and opens the door. As I step into the limo it’s empty and my mind goes blank. I scan the interior and the expected bottle of champagne is on ice and everything appears pristine. I sit and turn to look at the chauffeur and I’m sure the shock registers on my face. He smiles apologetically and hands me a white square of paper. Opening it I read; “Sorry Melody, something has come up,” that it is written with calligraphy only makes it worse.
Three Months Ago
The invitations came out in a gilded envelope and I was thrilled to be included. An exclusive party was being held in the lounge next PA Mall and everyone who was anyone in EU was sure to be there. For the men, it would be strictly black tie but for the women, no holds would be barred so I placed my order for the dress with Phedra the next day. Her creations are unique so I’d be eating Ramen Noodles for a year but for something like this it was totally worth it and there was no doubt in my mind that Todd would take me. Everything was planned down to a “T” as the day for the party approached. My first fitting for the dress came one month before and it fit me like a glove or rather like a corset. I picked the dress up two weeks later. Phedra informed me that this one was entitled Breaking Dawn because it captured the colors at the moment just as the sky starts to lighten and my god it was beautiful. I couldn’t wait to wear it. But I needed shoes, so carrying it in a box so I could match the perfect color, I went shopping. After three solid days I decided on white heels for the contrast. I got home and changed into the dress with the shoes and lost the next two hours dreaming into the mirror about how the night would go.
One week before the party and I get my hair done, since it’s short and straight I don’t want it to look like I just got out of the beauty shop. The day before the party I get a mani/pedi and, fairly twitching with anticipation, I’m ready to go. There’s no sleep the night before even though I down half a bottle of merlot which always does me in. 8 a.m. the day of the party and I’m going out of my mind so I make the first pass at my makeup to give my hands something to do. I almost decide to paint my nails too but common sense stops that from happening. Needing something else to do I grab a Solomate Rubio and go Puny hunting. As usual the loot is crap but it is Punys and after all, I’m only killing time. At 6 p.m. I grab a light dinner and start to get ready in earnest. By 9:55 p.m. I’m ready to go.
The Present
I can’t believe I’ve been stood up. That bastard Todd, I’m strapping on Rutuba and he will die. I am furious but I can’t let myself cry, my eyes alone took an hour to do. The chauffeur is patiently waiting with the door open. What I don’t understand is why Todd sent the limo anyway. He’s probably looking for forgiveness and this is his opening gambit but not this time. Well, I’m going to the party solo because I’ve put way too much effort into the night and to not show would be a social faux pas. I nod to him, he closes the door, and seconds later the limo glides slowly away from the curb.
Pulling up to the party we queue up in line. From the anonymity of the limo I watch as beautiful couples step onto the red carpet and I agonize over knocking on the glass to instruct the chauffeur to take me home. But before I know it, it’s my turn and the door is open. Now it’s too late to change my mind so taking the chauffeurs hand, I step from the limo onto the carpet and shoot daggers at every woman who judges me for being alone. The array of gowns is dazzling and there is some fine work here but I am comfortable with the knowledge that Breaking Dawn tops them all.
And then I see him and think “Please no!” but here he comes and I’m not even to the televator yet.
“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone at a party like this?” he says ingratiatingly. How degrading and I’m suddenly so depressed I can’t even look at him, much less answer him. I’m starting to panic a little and I can feel every pair of eyes judging me so I hit the televator pad and when I materialize I make a beeline for the bar. Alcohol can’t fix everything but it can help numb some things. I’m sure there is some etiquette for the minimum amount of time I need to suffer this indignity but damned if I know what it is. I flag the bartender and order a martini. I actually hate martinis but this should wash the taste of ashes out of my mouth.
So here I am, sitting at the bar at a party that was supposed to be fantastic and I’m having my own little pity party when I feel a presence next to me. Naturally, I’m assuming this is just another loser who thinks he can score with the lonely rejected girl at the bar. However, I have nothing to lose so I check him out, out of the corner of my eye. He’s sort of leaning on one elbow and as I watch he raises 2 fingers to the bartender like he owns the place. The bartender just nods and pours something amber and expensive and another martini. I have no idea how he did that but it is pretty cool.
The martini arrives and I turn to him “Thank you, but I hate martinis.”
Without missing a beat, he leans in a little and in a baritone that sends shivers up my spine he says, “They are great for removing unpleasant flavors.” Okay, so now I am interested, this isn’t a normal pickup scenario and my god he smells so good, clean with a touch of mint. I turn and meet his eyes and fall forever. Not quite blue, not quite grey and infinitely deep with a touch kindness but yet predatory too, like he knows exactly who he wants. Wow, so I need to remember to breathe before I pass out. He stands and offers his hand and I want to believe that I can refuse but that’s a lie and in my core I know it.
He steps away from the bar and pulls me with him keeping me at arm’s length and says, “If it isn’t too much of an imposition would you mind twirling for me?” Oh my god! I think I’m going to giggle and I have got to be blushing and I hope he can’t see it under the makeup! I feel like I’m 16 and this is my first date, what the hell is wrong with me?
“Okay Melody, breathe some more, you can get through this, it isn’t your first rodeo,” I remind myself. I manage to twirl without making a complete fool of myself and slide back onto the barstool staring into the martini glass while I try to recover some of what might be shreds of dignity. He steps back up to the bar, just close enough I can feel the heat radiate off of his body, or is it off of mine?
Leaning in just close enough I can hear him he says, “So what, or who wiped the confident smile off of your face?” If I weren’t so twitterpated that would be a pick up line but I’m already hooked so I just smile at him in the mirror not trusting myself to speak. The smile must have been sad because for the first time he looks a touch uncertain which only endears him to me more.
The band strikes a new song and he steps back and offers his hand and for the first time I notice how commanding his presence is. I take it and he leads me to the dance floor. I’m having problems hearing the beat of the music over the ringing in my ears but he takes a classic waltz posture and away we go twirling. The lights spin and the crowd flashes by and I realize that it’s just us. No one else is on the dance floor as they are all watching. I have no idea how he did this either but it is really cool.
I look at him trying to figure out what is going on and he leans in, surrounding me with his intoxicating scent, and almost whispers, “Just ignore them, they don’t matter.” Seriously, what dream did this guy come from? I don’t even know his name and I’m so far gone I’d follow him into an alley. This is so not me, I feel like Cinderella and I’m praying the gown doesn’t change into rags before I figure out where this is going.
Just as the song ends he dips me, which might be ridiculous in another setting, but it is just the cherry on this sundae giving him major bonus points. As he returns me to my feet something impulsive grips me and I slide my arms around his neck and tip my head to the side getting lost in mint and infinity. He takes the hint and leans in and kisses me and the bottom drops out of my world leaving him holding me up. Soft yet firm, hungry yet restrained, impassioned yet in control and I have never been kissed like this before. As he steadies me on my feet I know my chest is heaving and my eyes are screaming take me. I quickly look away and realize that we are standing under the spot light still alone and the room is silent. He leads me off of the dance floor in complete control while I gather my wits about me and as I start back for the bar he shakes his head and gestures to the televator holding out his arm. I place mine inside of his and as we walk to it, it is me with the haughty stare. After all I’ve got the catch of the night and the bitches all know it. As we materialize on the ground I look around for the limo convinced that my place is close and that is a very good thing.
He winks at me like he can read my mind and says, “I’ve got a Quadwing Equus, we should head for my place on Ark. I’ll treat you to something much better than that martini.” As I nod I realize I’m holding my breath again, this is getting ridiculous. During our stroll over to PA Mall he stops me and asks me to twirl again and his eyes glow. I can feel them devouring me and my knees go weak as my heart races and my mouth suddenly goes bone dry.
He spawns his Equus on the roof of the mall and away we go. I love these things and the warp only makes them better. In the time it takes to warp to Ark I do my best to collect myself into something more human and less raging hormones. As we enter Ark atmosphere he banks the Quadwing and heads out into the desert. I’m not sure where he’s going but I am pretty sure there aren’t any apartments out here. Wait, he’s landing next to a compound in the middle of nowhere. A little thrill goes through me, I may be willing to follow him into an alley but this might be a different story.
He picks up the Quadwing and takes a deep breath as he looks across the panoramic view, “I love it here. It is probably my favorite place in EU,” as I follow his gaze I can see why. There is a stark beauty to the landscape as it glows in the moonlight. He turns to me and holding out his hand he walks me to edge of the plateau his house sits on and pauses, “Stand here please.” He turns away and walks about 20 feet before turning to face me and just stands there looking at me for about 30 seconds and murmurs, “Simply exquisite,” and the whole night spools away before my eyes. Maybe it’s because my confidence is shaken due to being stood up by Todd but suddenly I’m not as sure as I was. In fact, I’m damn curious as to what got this whole adventure started in the first place. I’m starting to think that maybe I’m not the conquest.
“Thank you for the compliment,” I say as I look directly at him.
He laughs and that is very nice too, “She speaks.” Ok, maybe I have been a little quiet with all the problems breathing and what not, but no longer, I need to figure this out.
“So, I’m exquisite?” I ask walking towards him. No sense being subtle here.
He simply replies, “Yes.”
“Tell me truly my rescuer, am I exquisite or is it the gown?” I ask.
“Well,” he replies, “I spotted that gown from across the room and had to know if you were its equal.” I coolly cup his cheek with my right hand on the way to the door while on the inside I am celebrating. Thank you Phedra! Without you I wouldn’t be here and maybe he is human after all. I wonder what else I’m going to be able to model for him.
We step into the house and it is decorated in muted earth tones with chrome accents and smells faintly of mint. It is masculine without being too much of a bachelor pad which is very nice. As I stare into the vista out the window I can hear him moving behind me, the clink of glass on glass and the splash of liquid. He comes up softly from behind and murmurs from my left and I turn surprised to find him still some distance away, which gets him even more bonus points for not sneaking up on me.
He hands me a glass and raises his in toast, “To exquisite beauty and the women who create it.” Not knowing what else to do I drink and by all things holy the stuff is molten something. I can’t quite describe it, it doesn’t really burn but it does, it’s smooth but very strong. I’ve never had anything like this before and it becomes warmth spreading down from my stomach: like I need that.
And then suddenly I am light headed and I need to sit, so I move to the couch, floating across the floor, and manage not to spill my drink or what’s left of it as I perch on the edge of the cushion, “So what is this stuff?” I manage to get out.
“The Nectar of the Gods. This is a single malt scotch that has been aged for 50 years,” he says as he joins me on the couch. So we sit and I try not to drink too much but with this stuff it is very hard and I am giddy with it. I have no idea how much time passes and suddenly he stands and my heart leaps, only to plummet when he says, “Come my dear, it’s time to get you home.”
I don’t understand. I thought I did everything right, I laughed at the right times, I was bold on occasion, I was much more frequently demur, I must have touched his knee one million times, and I certainly squirmed in my seat more than I’d like to admit. But before I know it, we are exiting PA Mall and climbing into the limo. When I’m not so confused I’m going to need to figure out exactly how much of this was planned on his part because it’s almost dawn and the limo should have been garaged long ago. As we travel to my place, he is silent looking out the window and I don’t understand the change in mood, in fact, I don’t understand at all, things were going so well. Arriving at my place, he steps out of the limo and offers his hand. I take it and as we walk in silence towards my front door my mind is in turmoil. I want to ask so many questions, but most of all I want to ask him to spend the next month with me in wanton pleasure but somehow I know that would be crossing a line. I turn to face him trying to work up my courage to invite him in and I notice the first stars starting to fade.
He must sense my uncertainty because he smiles gently and takes my hand, kisses it, and looks me deep into me, “We will meet again.” With that he turns and strolls away from me down the walk not looking back, leaving me with the Breaking Dawn.
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. Though if you talk to me really nicely I am available to consult for men's clothing. 
. bluu pretty much skirted any straight answer for that one and the rest and then left me really frustrated when he told me the reason for 12. He claims it was because he knew, all those years ago, he would be faced with the impossible task of coming up with 12 reasons not to love Phedra (obtuse labors of Hercules reference here). I said: "12, HAH! you can't come up with 1" and being the adorable alien he is he said all 12 reasons are the same. Soooooooooo cute! 
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Y do ppl not jump on these hawt clothes?
