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lyrakanefanaticwriting · 5 months ago

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Req for Grayson trying to seduce Lyra 😭

Unexpected Company

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Lyra pulled an elastic off her wrist and used it to tie her hair in a low ponytail as she examined the room before her. It appeared to be a cross over of a gymnasium, meant for gymnastics, and a ballet room. She had stumbled across it yesterday when she was exploring the house, no, mansion that they were currently staying at on the island. It had gnawed at her all of yesterday and today, until finally she decided to visit it again. To be fair, she did have her pointe shoes in her luggage, even if she didn’t dance anymore. She needed something familiar in that unfamiliar house, on that unfamiliar island, even if it was just a sign of an old hobby. Once she finished tying up her pointe shoes, she peered at the beams. Most of them seemed to be for gymnastics, a few being low on the floor for ballet, but there was one that caught Lyra’s eye. The odd thing about it was that it was pretty high up. There was a ladder, and if Lyra had to guess, she’d say it was about 15 feet tall at the most. The slightest bit of doubt clouded her mind, and she wondered if she would fall. She hadn’t danced in years. But, before she could fully think it through, she was climbing up the ladder, her bag over her shoulder.

Once she was on the beam, she placed the bag on the top step of the ladder, took her phone out, and played her practically untouched ballet playlist. She felt self conscious on whether or not she would be able to dance this high up, but once the music started playing, muscle memory kicked in and her feet knew where to go. Although she was this high up, she closed her eyes, and danced. Suddenly, she knew she was dancing her last ever performance, the last one she ever learnt and memorized. It was so achingly familiar that all stress from the game, her father’s suicide, and just the feeling of being alone washed off of her. She could finally breathe. Now, she could hear the music coming to an end, the tempo increasing as she spun and twirled. She turned and spun over and over again, and knew that she was coming close towards the end of the beam. She spun. And spun. And spun. And when the music finally drew to an end, her pointe shoes stood on her toes on the last sliver of space on the beam. She placed all her weight on it, placing her other foot as straight as she could above her head, her body making an almost straight line. The music stopped, and Lyra stood like that for a few moments more, soaking in the feeling of sweet nostalgia. That was, until, she heard footsteps on the hardwood floor. Her eyes ripped open and she placed both legs on the beam, realizing how close she really was to the edge, when she looked down and saw Grayson Hawthorne. At 11:30 PM. Grayson Hawthorne was in the gymnasium/ballet room at 11:30 PM. She straightened, and she held back the urge to drop her jaw as she scrambled to find an excuse as to why she was still wandering at this time. Instead, Grayson beat her to it.

“You are aware that it’s 11:30 at night, correct?” He asked her, his tone precise and clear. Lyra narrowed her eyes at him on the beam, crossing her arms.

“Yes. I am. Were you following me in here, or are you a bit of a gymnast yourself?” She retorted. Although, her eyes couldn’t help but sweep down his body. He had ditched the usual suit jacket, and his sleeves were cuffed. Never before had she seen Grayson like that. And never before, or now, would she ever assume that she would like it. Her eyes snapped back onto his, and Lyra told herself that he hadn’t noticed her embarrassing eyes trailing down his body, especially not from this high up, but she couldn’t pretend that she was imagining the way his eyebrow arched deeper, and a curious twinkle entered his eyes.

“No, it’s just my room is just a few doors down and I could hear the music you were playing. Because, well, it is silent, since it’s late and most of the contestants are in their rooms.” He replied, turning his head up at her as he made an obvious jab to the fact that she was out when she really shouldn’t have been. Lyra huffed and grabbed her bag, going down the ladder without saying a word, until she reached the bottom. She turned around, and was suddenly face to face with Grayson. Her hands returned to her hips this time, and Lyra could swear that his eyes darted to them once she did. Although, it was so quick she thought she had been imagining it.

“I hadn’t known you were a ballerina.” He said, dipping his head down to meet her gaze. She gave a little half shrug.

“I’m not. Not anymore, anyway.” She said, turning to walk away. It took two strides for him to walk beside her, and the two of them walked side by side towards the gym doors.

“What do you mean by ‘not anymore’?” He asked her, stopping in front of the doors to look at her. Lyra wished he would stop doing that, because she hated how much her heart fluttered when he would meet her gaze. And she especially hated when he would look away. “I saw you dancing. You were amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I just….. lost my spark for it 3 years ago.” She said, her mind trying to quickly get over the fact that he called her dancing amazing. He held her gaze, before speaking again.

“3 years ago?” He said, and already in his mind Lyra could see him make the connection. 3 years ago his grandfather had died. 3 years ago Lyra started remembering the day her father shot himself, especially the Hawthorne name. Lyra turned to walk out the door, when Graysons voice rang through the silent room.

“Wait.” He said, and brushed his hand against the back of her elbow. It was a quick touch, one meant to grab someone’s attention, but not one you were really supposed to notice. But Lyra’s traitorous nerves noticed it keenly. Grayson glanced behind her, before looking back at her eyes with those gorgeous greyish blue ones. “I found a file that may be related to your father back at the Hawthorne House. It’s in my room. I could show it to you and you could tell me if it seems plausible.” Lyra’s eyes widened, as her heart beat sped up. On one hand, she was annoyed that he hadn’t mentioned it to her earlier, but on the other, she needed closure. Too caught off guard to speak, she simply nodded, and followed Grayson towards his room.

Once they got there, Lyra realized that she was in his room. I mean, obviously she knew she had to go inside when he had asked if she wanted to see the file, but it hadn’t really occurred to her that this was Grayson’s room. Being inside it felt like she was invading his personal space. It felt way too intimate. Lyra shook off her annoying thoughts and turned to Grayson after eyeing down his entire room, which was spotless and annoyingly smelled like him. He had the file in his hand, and stepped towards her to show her it. Suddenly, his arm brushed hers, and she could smell his cologne. She had to remind herself to breathe.

“There was a patent your father made under the name “Thomas Thomas”. Does that ring a bell?” He asked her, craning his head to meet her gaze. Lyra glanced at the file and shook her head, frowning. Her mind suddenly rushed to a different place, the memories taking over. A calla lily. A half eaten candy necklace. The words, “A Hawthorne did this”. It was all too much. Lyra squeezed her eyes shut and turned to Grayson, smiling to hide how she really felt.

“I thought you said this was related to my father? Seems you may be mixing up your information, Hawthorne.” She said, placing a hand on the file as she gazed up at him with a smile. He raised a brow at her, and leaned even closer, to which Lyra’s heart fluttered, before speaking.

“I don’t mix up my information, Kane. I know better than that.” He said, before flicking his eyes up with a ghost of a smile on his face. “Also, Lyra Catalina Kane? Does any of your family call you, ‘Cat’?” He asked, clearly enjoying the conversation too much. Lyra sneered at him, too embarrassed to say that he was actually right. Except, she wasn’t going to tell him that instead of her nickname that her 4 year old brother gave her being ‘Cat’, it was actually ‘Kitty Cat’, which was humiliating and far worse. Once he met her gaze and saw the annoyance on her face, he laughed. Like, actually laughed. Lyra was caught off guard for a moment, before taking her fist and punching him in the shoulder lightly.

“Shut up.” She grumbled. There was still a hint of a smile on his face as her took her fisted hand in his. Lyra’s breath hitched at the sudden spark in which his warm fingers passed through her the second they touched her own. She watched him pry open her fingers, take a tiny cat keychain off his desk, place it into her palm, and wrap her fingers around it into a fist again. Lyra had completely forgotten how to breathe, and in that moment, was unsure if she had even known how before. His hand was still on her arm, and she suddenly realized how close they were. But none of them moved away, and Lyra certainly wasn’t going to be the first to.

“Gigi gave 5 to me a little while back after she got a huge set online, but I ran out of things to hang them on. I thought it would better suit you, Cat.” Lyra glared at the nickname, but it was the last thing on her mind right now. Instead, she thought of Graysons hand, and it’s warmth that she could feel through her long sleeve. She thought of his cologne, making her heart pound rapidly in her chest. She thought of the way his eyes were glued on her face as she unwrapped her fingers around the cat keychain and inspected it, pretending not to notice. It was a calico cat with a slice of bread around its head, and it was honestly really cute. Lyra’s face softened, before she glanced up at Grayson, who was watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. She smiled at him.

“Thank you for the gift,” Lyra said, tucking it into her pocket. “I’ll treasure it forever.” The ends of Grayson’s lips ticked upwards, before he met her gaze again. Lyra remembered again how close they were, and suddenly realized that the hand that was on her arm before had dropped. She felt a tinge of disappointment that the small touch hadn’t lasted longer. Lyra pulled her gaze away from her arm and met Grayson’s again. The silence stretched on for a moment more, before Grayson held her eyes and spoke.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for your father.” He said, grabbing the file off the desk and placing it in her hands. Again their fingers brushed, and Lyra suddenly felt an urge to grab his hand and lace his fingers with her own. The back of her neck burned as she pushed the urge down and asked herself what was wrong with her. She glanced down at the file for a moment before looking up at him again. Then, she sighed.

“It’s okay. I just know that what he did….” Lyra trailed off, momentarily caught in a swarm of memories, before speaking again. “He wasn’t depressed. I barely knew him, but from what I heard from my mother, he was happy, and kind. He was distant at times, especially once my mother met my step father, but he was never suicidal. My mom was shocked when she heard that gun go off.” Lyra swallowed.

“But I knew he was a good person. I have videos on my phone of me and him when I was just a year old, you know, before my mom and him got a divorce, and he was always so proud of me. There’s this video I have of me and him when I was two, and….” Lyra trailed off again, before shaking off the memory of the video and continuing. “Anyway, he was good. Good, kind, and patient.” Lyra felt Graysons eyes on hers, before she finally met his gaze. They stayed like that for a few moments more, until Grayson spoke.

“Well then, I think he’s more like you than you think if he’s what you say he is.” He said, his voice soft. But then, his eyes softened as he spoke again.

“Actually, maybe not kind. You did just punch me.” He said, gesturing to his shoulder. Lyra rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.

“Can’t you tell that this is an emotional moment, asshole? And if you so badly want to scratch kind off that list, then maybe you should replace it with beautiful. Or talented. Or hardworking. All work just fine for me.” She said with a half shrug. Grayson dipped his head down slightly, somehow making the space between them even smaller.

“Lyra Catalina Kane. A beautiful, talented, hardworking ballerina, who deserves all the stars in the galaxy.” He said, his voice teasing. Lyra pretended her heart wasn’t pounding in her chest, and pretended that she wasn’t going to melt into a puddle right here on Grayson’s floor, in Grayson’s room. Instead, she turned to hide her blush and moved to grab a pen off his desk, standing directly in front of it as she turned back towards him and handed the pen to him with a teasing smile.

“Write it down so that you remember to refer to me as that for the rest of The Game.” She said. His eyebrow arched at her, and his small smile grew.

“Really?” He said, tilting his head slightly at her.

“Really.” Lyra said, returning his head tilt with one of her own. Suddenly, she realized that Grayson was only a couple inches in front of where she was standing, which was directly in front of the desk, and that they were extremely close now. She pulled her gaze off of his body, which was so close to hers she thought she might collapse, and onto his face instead. His eyes darkened slightly as the moment drew on and Lyra was unsure of what to do. Or say. Suddenly, Grayson spoke.

“I think I’ll remember just fine. Just looking at you should remind me.” He said. Lyra paused for a moment, before the back of her neck warmed when she realized what he meant. Looking at her would remind him of how beautiful, talented, and hardworking she was. Lyra felt suddenly weak. His cologne felt too strong, his eyes too gorgeous, his face too handsome. She held his gaze and mustered up the last bit of confidence she had left, before speaking.

“Good.” She said, and was proud of the fact that her voice remained the same it was before. But that was it. She couldn’t pretend that all of this was just playful flirting to her, that it didn’t matter. Because it did. And she definitely couldn’t pretend that she hadn’t seen the way Graysons eyes dipped down towards her lips. He took her chin with three gentle fingers, before pausing a few inches away from her face. Lyra’s heart was going to give out when Grayson spoke.

“May I?” He said, his voice husky and rough. Lyra was ashamed at how quickly she nodded, and once his lips touched hers, at how quickly she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss deepened, as Grayson moved his hands to her waist, before suddenly picking Lyra up and placing her on the desk. Need and desire coursed through her as she kissed him harder, and Graysons thumbs rubbed her skin as he held onto her waist, making Lyra melt onto him even more. The kiss drew on for a few moments more, before they both separated slowly, and Lyra drew in a small breath. Their eyes stayed on one another’s and Grayson slowly took his hands off her waist and put them on the table instead, which made Lyra drop her hands to her sides too. His eyes were dark and half lidded as he gazed up at her, which made Lyra both shiver and remember that it was late. That she would eventually have to return to her own room, which was away from Grayson. Never before had that ever seemed like a problem.

“Grayson.” She whispered. When she said his name, Graysons eyes squeezed shut before opening again, gazing up at her with that same unreadable look from earlier. He brushed a free strand of hair behind her ear, before speaking.

“Yes?” His voice a rough whisper. Lyra glanced behind her at the clock on the wall. The time read 12:09. She looked back at him, and was starting to memorize the exact icy grey shade of blue that his eyes were. Lyra wanted to explain that she had to go back to her room because it was late, but she could barely manage any words.

“Good night.” Was all Lyra said, as she slipped off the desk and walked towards his bedroom door. Still, feeling like she owed him more, she turned around, somehow managing to meet his gaze without blushing horribly.

“You’re not bad for a Hawthorne.” She said softly, with a smile, before turning around and walking out.

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sorry this is so long I lost the plot like 72783284 times and at one point I had no clue how this was going to end LMFAO

here’s a treat for you if you stuck around bc this ended up being longer than all of hamiltons federalist papers combined: 🍔🌭🌮🍟🍖🍦🍨🍧🎂🍰