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natefairmont:

Chaos and screams and people running all around, some wounded, other’s struck by panic, still, unmoving. Phoebe was safe. Madison, he hoped, had heeded his word the moment it all began and had gone home. He needed to hear from his cousins who were there too. He needed to find Effie. But the was a doctor. He couldn’t shake that, distracted by those who seemed to be in need for first aid and medical assistance, his head focusing on the task at hand but all the time thinking: I need to find them, I need to find them. It wasn’t all so different from Afghanistan sans the sand and the heavy military gear. There were hundreds of people, though, all wearing their best gowns, but the fear, the immediacy. 

His bow tie had loosened, hanging over his dress shirt, ruffled and stained. “Effie!” He called across the room the moment he finally spotted her, trying to get past people, “Euphemia.” He called again, too far to assess her, not too far to know she was hurt. Just as he managed to come to stand by her, his eyes quickly going over her, a hand hovering carefully over her wound, Nate’s jaw clenched and he pulled his bow tie with the intention of using it to wrap around the wound and stop some of the bleeding. “We need to get you out. Now.”  

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       Breaking free from the kitchen hadn’t been a simple ordeal, but it was nothing compared to the confusion that came as soon as she managed to find her way back toward the foyer. With streaks of blood and soot on her face, Effie looked to be in far more danger than she actually was; although the laceration on her head was still fresh, it only bled enough to mat her blonde locks and stain them crimson. Under normal circumstances, she might have considered herself lucky. As it was, she could only think about sucking in mouthfuls of air to replace the smoke in her lungs. 

         Sometime between her emergence from the kitchen and managing to find a place to lean on, Nate appeared in a panic. Although her head was pounding and her body screamed for some sort of reprieve from the strain, Effie’s main concern suddenly became Nate’s overprotective tendencies. Her head was swimming, knuckles and knees still oozing blood and staining her dress, but all she managed was  to croak out, ❝Get that thing away from me,❞ as soon as his tie came off and found her hand.  ❝Space ------ space, give me some fucking space.❞ Contrary to what she said, Effie latched onto his arm and used him for the support she so desperately needed.  ❝There’s a fire in the kitchen. On the stove. Someone locked me and a girl in there.❞

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Amber Heard attends the “Manus x Machina: Fashion In An Age Of Technology” Costume Institute Gala at Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 2, 2016 in New York City.

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adambauer:

Adam’s attention turned toward the blonde as he felt the press into his arm. “What? Oh, sorry.” He answered quickly, looking down at his bad leg on her dress. “Fuck.” He grumbled and lifted up his injured leg with a grimace to be off the fabric. “Sorry.”

      As soon as she realized what the man’s predicament was, Effie hurriedly moved the fabric away from his injured leg and into a neat pile at her ankles.  ❝These things happen,❞ was all she said in the way of accepting the offered apology. Truth be told, she felt guiltier that she had asked him to move his foot ( leg? ) in the first place.

        Once that was out of the way, she had the chance to give the man a better look. All at once, recognition passed over her face, ❝Ah! You’re Adam, from the store, right? You helped me reach a bottle of scotch a few weeks ago, as I recall.❞

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professor-seb:

While Sebastian should have thought twice against going to a police ball, the thought of partying and free food and drinks outweighed the risk. He had more than enough tuxes that he didn’t find a problem with finding what to wear. He scanned the crowds carefully, all while staying polite and cordial. The mob had taught him how to blend in seamlessly. His husband had gone off to go get more drinks, leaving Sebastian on his own. 

He happily chatted with a few other patrons, not really looking where he was standing. When he felt a hand on his arm, he turned to face the woman speaking to him. Seb glanced down at his shoes to see that he was in fact standing on her dress. He lifted his foot and put on a charming smile, “My apologies, I was not paying attention”.

    Apologies were waved off, entirely unwanted as long as Effie could bend at the knee and carefully pick the train of her gown up to drape it over her arm. ❝What’s done is done. It’s better that you stepped on it than one of these women in heels, ❞ she grinned as she straightened herself,  ❝I’m sure some of these stilettos could do a real number on silk.❞

      Knowing fully well that it would be rude to leave now that she had arrested his attention from the small crowd of patrons, Effie idly sipped at her champagne and made herself comfortable enough.  ❝Euphemia Fairmont, by the way.❞ She allowed him a moment for introductions, although her next question would have been the same no matter what he said,  ❝Are you here with someone or did you decide to come stag?❞

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asherprescott:

After shaking hands with Effie, she saw the whole situation go down. She saw how the person immediately apologised and gave Effie an uneasy smile that quickly turned into an apologetic one. “Close one. That dress looks way too damn expensive to be getting stepped on all night.” Asher said, followed by a light laugh escaping her lips. “You look beautiful though, Effie.” the brunette complimented although she couldn’t expect less of her, she was always the type of person to be turning heads in a room. “Cheers to… to leaving this event in one peace, including out dresses.” she laughed, holding her glass up to the blonde.

       Euphemia Fairmont had a way of making people feel one extreme or the other ( she was capable of making a person feel like absolute shit, or like they had just accomplished the impossible ), which was incredibly apparent when the person who stepped on her gown went away with an apologetic smile and a comment about how polite Effie had been. It was a shame, she decided, that a pretty girl needed to do the bare minimum to be considered polite. What had he expected? Vitriol? Truth be told, that’s what he would have gotten in any other circumstance.

           As soon as she had the chance, Effie turned back to her conversation with Asher.  ❝We have similar taste, it seems,❞ she indicated their gowns, two silky numbers with v-necks and dramatic slits going straight up the legs, ❝Quite the aesthetic we’ve got going on when we’re standing so close to each other.❞ And she was right about that; Asher looked like a vision in red while Effie had chosen muted champagne, dark lipstick, and dark nails. Both had, of course, opted for gowns with trains.  ❝I’m starting to regret not wearing something that doesn’t drag the ground. How many times have you had that happen to you tonight ------ someone stepping on your gown, that is?❞

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littlelilygrace:

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It took lily several moments to gain her bearings again, blinking bleary eyes, ears ringing. What was going on? Where was she? Her head was pounding, her heart racing, not to mention how difficult it was to catch her breath right now… She tentatively reached a hand up to her head, fingers coming away slightly damp — she withdrew it quickly, a sharp gasp escaping her. Was she bleeding? How was she bleeding? Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she took her first deep breath… a mistake. It was only now she’d noticed the smoke and the smell. Was something on fire?

Fire! That got her moving, although the moment she managed to get to her feet, she almost fell again. She was so dizzy, the whole room was spinning, and oh God, the nausea. Reaching out for the closest surface to try and steady herself, it was then she realised she wasn’t actually alone. Noticing the other woman on the floor — she couldn’t recall her name right now — he cursed, dropping back to the ground and immediately grabbing hold of her and trying to shake her awake. “Come on!” her words were punctuated with her difficulty to breath, coughing and spluttering in the smoke surrounding them. “You have to wake up!”

    Pain ------

      It’s the last thing she remembers before her vision began to blur at the edges, before lights became brighter and the scene around her became something wobbly right before her very eyes. Pain, and then darkness. A sharp blow to the cranium was, after all, an incredibly effective way to render a person unconscious.

       The pain was still present ( magnified, even ) when she woke to the sound of a desperate voice and the feeling of her body being shaken.  ❝Stop that.❞ Her venom was instinctive, though the wince that followed made it clear that any animosity was more toward the situation and the actions of a stranger. Another instinct was to sit up, to rub the swelling spot at the back of her head and pull her hand back to reveal splotches of red that stained skin and champagne curls. It seemed the two women had similar  thoughts, although Effie only staggered up after wiping the blood off on her dress ( Ralph Lauren be damned! ) and swiping her fist under her nose to reveal another streak of blood. What the fuck had happened, exactly? Better yet, where the fuck were they? 

     Smoke was noticed afterward, but only once she had gained her footing and caught her breath as best she could in the current situation. ❝Fuck.❞ At least she wasn’t alone. Through some doing, Effie wheezed out her thanks and leaned against the table.  ❝Please ------ please tell me you’re an EMT.❞ By the looks of it, she wouldn’t be getting that lucky. Even so, Effie stumbled this way and that until she discovered the source of the fire. Whatever had been on the stove was burning now, although not quite an inferno but certainly enough to fill the room with smoke. Stuck at a junction between trying to solve the problem and attempting an escape, Effie could only look to the woman who had woken her up,❝Fire extinguisher? Or do we try the door?❞

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nataliclvarez:

‘‘Oh, I’m so sorry’‘ Natalia let out as she let her gaze drop to her feet where she was indeed stepping on the silky fabric of the blonde’s gown. You would think that with the same thing happening to her all the time since the very beginning of the ball, she would have been careful not to repeat the gesture but there she was, throwing an apologetic smile at the other as she quickly took a step back before grabbing the train of her own gown and swiftly securing it around her feet. At least the same wouldn’t happen as long as she stayed there and didn’t move too much. ‘‘I can’t believe I’m doing it to someone else, I want to rip people’s heads off when they step on my dress’‘ she admitted with a small laugh, still a little guilty about the small incident. ‘‘They’ve been rubbing off on me’‘ she added jokingly.

Maybe the champagne was going to her head, but Effie didn’t mind when the woman started up a conversation after moving her foot from the train of champagne silk that pooled at her heels. “It’s fine ------ not the first time it’s happened, and it won’t be the last.” That was the unfortunate reality of wearing long dresses to functions. “Really, it’s just the whole problem with fashion.” A pause, “Well, women’s fashion. The dresses look good in pictures but they’re not functional at all.” Case in point, the slit from hip to floor that exposed one of Effie’s long legs; without care and minding the shape of her gown, she’d end up on E! News for exposing her underwear or something utterly ridiculous. “I mean, look at that poor woman ----” her champagne glass was tipped in the direction of a stranger, some woman who was continually pulling at the straps of her gown and tugging her train as well as a shawl along with her. Effie’s gin was something more conspiratorial when she looked back at the stranger, “She looks kind of lost, don’t you think?”

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mayaxwalker:

Maya was looking around the venue impressed by the looks of the place. It wasn’t necessarily an event she should have been at, but she figured why not. Her hand were in the pockets of the pants she was wearing when she felt someone touch her arm. Hearing what the blonde had said she quirked a brow at her, “Minor pay back for trying to get me to climb up a shelving rack to get you alcohol?” she replies moving her foot off of the dress. “My apologies, miss,” she says with an eye roll. 

It never ceased to amaze Effie that some people simply couldn’t accept when they had done something wrong. Beyond the attitude of the woman, there was some air of unearned superiority that Effie found an immediate disliking for. It wouldn’t stop her from smiling a little softly, still looking incredibly apologetic as she reached down to pick up the train of her gown and drape it over her free arm. 

There were cameras everywhere, she was sure, so there wasn’t much of an opportunity to do anything else than smile placidly at the stranger. “I’m sorry, maybe you’ve had a bit too much champagne. As I recall, I got the bottle myself after we figured out that you couldn’t reach it.” And that much was true. She had asked Maya to hold her collection of liquor, sure, but there had been no implication of climbing a shelving rack. But if the woman ( Maya, was it? ) wanted to be dramatic, Effie could indulge her. “But, by all means, keep rolling your eyes. I do love talking to women who found their personalities by watching too many bitchy characters in CW dramas.” She sipped her champagne, smile still in place as took a chance to scan the room.

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madisonxbauer:

Madison glanced around again, but this time actually looking for her date instead of the person she didn’t want to see. “His name is Nate Fairmont. He’s about this tall…” She said holding her hand up much taller than herself. 

As soon as the name of the girl’s date is offered, Effie’s grin widens considerably. “Oh, I know how tall he is.” She searched the crowd once more before giving her attention fully to the woman at her side, “He’s my brother, actually. It’s not like him to be late.” Still, she didn’t see worried in the slightest. Instead, Effie held out her free hand, “I’m Effie ------ and you are?”

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madisonxbauer:

Madison was looking for one person in particular. More so, looking to make sure that she didn’t see him. But as she scanned the crowd nervously a voice drew her from her thoughts. Madison was taken off guard and clearly looked nervous when the girl called her out. Nonetheless, Madison tried to play it off. “Just my date.” She told her, putting on a more relaxed face. “Was it that obvious?” She asked about her looking lost. 

      A date? Effie studied the girl, scrutinized her features for a moment before deciding she was satisfied with that answer. As soon as her curiosity was sated, the woman looked across the crowd as if she might be able to pick out a stranger’s date without any kind of information.  ❝What’s their name ------ or what do they look like, at any rate? I know a few people here. I’d be a terrible person if I left you to try to find them on your own, wouldn’t I?❞

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     She let the train of her gown fall on the floor for one goddamn second ( just long enough to clasp the arm and shake the hand of an old friend ), and she could already feel a tug that had become too familiar in such situations. The feeling of a foot pressed at the hem of fabric, a tug as soon as she attempted to detach from a situation.

    At least the crowd was breaking up.

    Effie snatched the stem of a champagne glass as it passed on a silver platter, offering murmured thanks to the server as she pivoted her body and placed her fingertips on the arm of the culprit.  ❝Excuse me?❞ She was all apologies, sympathetic grimaces while she motioned to the space between them.  ❝I think your foot is on my gown. Would you move just a little so I could pick the train up?❞ 

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Amber Heard’s 2016 Met Gala Photo Diary

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madisonxbauer:

Madison stood among the crowd of people at the ball, looking for a familiar face. She was at the bar getting a glass of champagne, her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun and her eyes scanned the crowd of people. She wasn’t just looking for a familiar face, she was making sure she didn’t see a specific person. 

       If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it would’ve been fidgety people. People who needed to constantly be looking this way or that, fiddling with their sleeves, tapping on their phones ------ all of it came off as a painfully rude rather than an attempt to stave off social awkwardness. But there was something about this girl  ( this poor little blonde at the bar, searching every which way) that seemed almost afraid. She was looking around in that annoying way, yes, but it was with some other purpose. Far be it from Euphemia Fairmont to avoid indulging such a curiosity.

       ❝Not that it’s my business, but you aren’t doing a very good job of being inconspicuous.❞ The champagne glass occupying her hands was tipped to her mouth, dark lips curling into a smile. As soon as she swallows the sip, she adds,  ❝Looking for your date, or maybe it’s an ex? I can never tell these days.❞

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       ❝------hold this for a second, will you?❞

          There’s something in her voice that’s just the right mixture of demanding and apologetic, although nothing in her face and posturing says she’s actually sorry in the slightest. A hot paper cup passes between herself and a stranger, coming to rest in their hands just long enough for her to reach down and untangle the mess that her Yorkshire terrier has gotten himself into. His leash is finally uncoiled from his legs ( the byproduct of hopping too excitedly around a new stranger ), and Effie comes to take her latte back from the stranger. 

          ❝Anyway, as I was saying ------ Percy’s usually not so jumpy; he didn’t accidentally scratch you, did he?❞

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Did you know that as long as I have a face you will have something to sit on?

❝How am I supposed to sit on your face when your head is already crammed so far up your own ass?❞

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Five songs that best describe the various stages of your life both good and bad.

❝I try not to make playlists based on my life. Maybe try Spotify for that?❞

 ( I’ve got this. Wednesday’s Child by Vermillion Lies. Black Sheep by Gin Wigmore. Carmen by Lana del Rey. Girl With One Eye by Florence + the Machine. Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. I’m grasping at straws here. Uh, one more, let’s see... Lucky by Britney Spears. )

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When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?

❝Leman Prep, actually. I spent so long there that it started to feel more like home than my parents’ house. My apartment doesn’t quite feel homey, either, but I have fond memories of Leman Prep and feeling... comfortable, I guess is the right word ------ yeah, feeling comfortable there. Even though I haven’t been there in over a decade, it still pops up every time someone mentions home.❞