DON'T TELL ME THAT IT'S TIME FOR GOING SOLO ,myles

[SILVER ISOLDE REED]

She cast a striking figure, practically shining like some beacon as though somebody had dimmed all the lights and set a spotlight on she alone. Shrugging out of an otherwise plain black trench coat, handing it to the footman it was then that, as scholars say, a star was born. Every light, whether from the chandeliers or the lower wall fittings were captured as a dance of spots upon the mesmerising formation of the dress she wore. Against others more dressed for delicacy, in her expanse of showy gold and towering heels, it was clear that Silver had bypassed Marchessa for next season Burberry (her real father was truly a godsend). She’d took a deep intake of breath before removing her coat, hardly fit to anticipate the looks she gathered in her slightly shorter attire, whether it be seniors questioning or the younger blue bloods of New York casting otherwise admirable gazes. Yet, with the first few steps flawless even with her the shoes grand height, it was as though she stepped into the spotlight with an unbeatable confidence. At the door her family had given the name ‘Branson’, as prominent in the world of money as ‘Roberts’ or ‘Rockefeller’, her step father introducing all the luxury and grandeur that by now Silver was much accustomed too. With a delicate smile she gently passed her mother, an attractive woman, and squeezed her hand lightly before distancing herself. Because a girl like Silver Reed though meant to shine, was never meant to do so alone.

Like a hawk her eyes scanned the ballroom, gripping her clutch as she slinked her way over the bar. Regressing back into those moments of Upper East Side class, Silver couldn’t help but compare herself to the other socialites and moneyorienat4ed families that filled the room. In some aspects Silver was different, past the ‘Branson’ tie, she’d always had money, a true blue blood with ties to all things aristocratic. More importantly, among all these ladies was some Milan girl that was, as far as Silver gathered, expected by her male companion to be seething green with envy by the end of the night. Silver didn’t look around for any sign of Myles Hampton, aware that any flicker of uncertainty on her part would attract the attention of some charming lacrosse player waiting to fill a void with one intention: a after party. She knew he’d make an appearance, she’d have bet anything on it. The fact was, Myles Hampton completely adored her. He was indisputably handsome, yet Silver wasn’t so shallow as to purely take good looks into account. Word on campus was that the Scottish accented male was charming and faultless, something that Silver responded with scrutiny and disbelief. No one was perfect, it was impossible. Was this his flaw, she wondered, to be on her arm to make another girl jealous? Silver didn’t quite grasp that logic, seeing as it was she he fawned over, but then the blonde was keen to note Myle’s need for closeness was still evident by the fact he’d chosen her to fulfil that task.

Consciously Silver smoothed back a strand of hair that pushed behind her ear, finding the need to maintain perfection all the more evident. Vanity had never been her major, but she had a duty to at least attempt to outshine on Myle’s behalf, besides, it was an exciting prospect, to be involved in something dramatic. She’d been reading dramatic literature for so long that it seemed effortlessly natural to include herself in the drama that was New York’s high society. Having not exactly crossed her mind how spending such a long period of time with Myles would be; now left to her own devices Silver pondered just that. Truthfully she was, if she were honest, slightly put out be the fact she was here to make another girl jealous, rather than being asked purely for her company but then she had, rightly so, rebuffed Myle’s. That didn’t mean he had to give up the chase so quickly. Scanning down the length of her figure, Silver brought her eyes back up with a devilish smirk. If anything was going to reel the likes of Myles Hampton back, tonight was that night. If she even wanted that, did she? Oh who even cared? She wasn’t here to focus on the supposed perfection named Myles Hampton, she was here to stand, look effortlessly gorgeous and find something catering to ‘fun’ amongst the civilest of high society.

Reaching into her clutch Silver checked her make up, bringing a finger to the edges of her eyes to separate her lashes. Briefly taking the chance to look at the room behind her, Silver snapped the compact shut with smirk, turning sensually to face the appearance of Myles Hampton. “When I suggested we meet by the bar, I didn’t mean leave me waiting,” she said, wearing a wicked smile whilst addressing the ‘Scotsman’. Angling herself in such a way that she stood perfectly poised and displayed, Silver gestured with a nod. “So, how do I look? And you should know by now, flattery gets you nowhere.”

*count: 800ish , *tag: myles , *note: hope this works, this'll be fun (;
*wearing: that gold dress

[MYLES ADAM HAMPTON]

this was possibly the closest to nervous myles had been in a while. by the time he reached age sixteen, he had been through a lot. his parents' death, being shipped off to live with the relative he hated the most, getting caught up in the party scene of los angeles and the alcohol and drug use that subsequently followed, the being shipped of once more, this time across the ocean to scotland to boarding school. essentially, he had just accepted the fact that life was going to hand him some things he didn't like and he might as well just worry about the things he could control. you would think all the pain and loss would make him a moody, brooding kind of guy. but it hadn't. initially it had, when at the tender age of thirteen, he had his parents ripped away from him. he had fallen easily into the parties and the bad groups in los angeles. but just about the same time his aunt realized what he was doing, myles himself realized that he was slowly killing himself. so off to scotland he went. and now he would say that he was a pretty positive guy. always one to crack a joke, to provide amusement or whatever else you needed, myles appealed to a lot of people. he wasn't all gun and games all the time though, he was often very protective over his female friends, a likely result of his very close and protective relationship with his younger sister, who was just a baby when his parents died.

however, lately he had not been such a happy camper. and why was that? well it had to do with a certain journalist by the name of milan. mlyes had been introduced to milan, bee's best girl friend, when he had first returned to the city. she was a lot of things myles wasn't: serious, hard-working, and wound pretty tightly. as they say, opposites attract. she had come over to his apartment to help him unpack but it had soon turned into more. myles had been euphoric and had begun to think that returning to new york city wasn't such a bad idea after all. that was, until he heard from bee and atticus that he had missed his chance, that milan had oh so quickly chosen some other guy over him. as if all of the things they had said and done meant nothing. apparently his spontaneity had rubbed off on her, but clearly in the wrong way. and if that wasn't enough rejection, silver reed, the girl that myles had met a few weeks ago and always seemed skeptical, pessimistic, well, she had rejected his advances as well. which had been a harsh blow in and of itself, but coupled with the other things going on in his life? suffice it to say it was a rough time.

that hadn't stopped him, however, from asking silver to be his date to the roberts' charity ball. myles knew for a fact that milan was going to be there, and he didn't exactly want to show up dateless. and with their relationship now solidly placed at friends, myles had felt as though silver would be an excellent person to take instead. he hadn't intended to use her exactly, and had certainly notified her of why he was so intent on having a date. still, it was going to be a rough night for him. which was probably why he was having a bit of trouble tying his bow-tie perfectly, even though he had done it many times before. one last glance in the mirror to make sure his prada tux, which bee had picked out, looked as it should, and then he grabbed his keys and wallet and slipped downstairs where the car was waiting for him. he and silver had arranged to meet there, apparently she had to come with her family or something.

once he got there though, he was set at ease a bit more. he could handle this, he definitely could. he was more than a decent dancer, after having taken several years of ballroom dance instruction, which he had been corralled into by one of his girl friends back in edinburgh. and the glass of scotch that he had just ordered at the bar, well that wasn't hurting either. he wasn't worried about the alcohol worsening him that night. after years of high school and college in a society where drinking at sixteen was socially acceptable, myles had had enough encounters with alcohol to know how much he could handle. as it turned out, the boy had a very high tolerance for the stuff and even several glasses of the scotch would just get him buzzed, the way a few beers would buzz most others. and with the way tonight was shaping up to be, he'd need all the help he could get. and that was only further enforced when he caught sight of silver. she stepped through the crowd, absolutely stunning in a short dress that was down right sexy, but not slutty. and it captured the light in a way he hadn't thought possible. and as he forced himself to tear his eyes away, he noticed that he wasn't the only male whose attention she had captured. myles turned his attention back to the bar, a small smile on the corners of his lips.

soon enough he heard her voice by him and he turned to face her, his lean body leaning up against the bar as she spoke. to her first sentence he simply didn't answer, but her second one caused a wry smile to slide onto his lips as he gave her the once over with his ocean blue eyes. with those eyes shining he told her, his scottish accent muffling on a few of the syllables,

you'll do.

he was, of course, joking. she was stunning and she had to know it.

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status! completed
tagged! silver
words! nine nine five
notes! i'm so excited for this thread! and i love love love that dress