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Wren slowly leaned back in her seat, resting her hands upon her knee. Unlike Lilith, she didn't try to conceal her own grin, while her gaze drifted towards her friend mischievously. The man seemed to search for something to say, squirming in his seat but was unable to find a response. It wasn't often Wren waved her name in people's face. Poison Ivy wasn't that notorious, Pamela Isley even less so. Anonymity is important to a lot of people, but not Wade Wilson. Everyone knew him and what he was capable of. Taunting that in an asshole's face was worth it occasionally.
Good behavior is subjective, especially in Wren's opinion. She might not have been the most selfless person, but she couldn't stand by and listen to a condescending suit. It's one thing seeing a man be a patronizing asshole to another woman. But, it was even more unsettling when they talked to them like they belonged in a zoo. Her fingers toyed with the hem of the slit in her gown, trying not to seem too overly pleased at the situation.
Wren's attention was drawn away from the not so friendly stares she made towards the man when she felt fingers graze her arm. Her fingers stopped twiddling with the hem of her gown as she slightly glanced behind her from the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth as she looked over at Lilith with a quirked brow.
"I apologize for the interruption," Cassius' charming voice hummed behind her, speaking towards her blonde company. "However, Ms. Wilson promised me a dance, so I'm afraid I'll have to steal her away." Wren's lips pursed in a slight smirk, glancing down slightly as she noticed the emphasis on her name.
“Steal away,” Lilith said with a quirked brow. “And Wren, always a pleasure.”
"Try to have fun tonight, Lil." Wren slowly uncrossed her legs, extending her hand to rest it in Cassius' that he offered to her. Before she stood, she looked backed towards Lilith giving her a 'us freaks have to stick together' look. "You know where to find me if things get..." her gaze drifted to the invisible present company of the idiotic male. "Dull."
Wren allowed herself to stand, her eyes now locked on Cassius'. Her right hand slowly slipped from his grasp, trailing up his forearm and hooking in the bend of his arm. She couldn't help but notice the almost too perfectly timed cuing of the orchestra. She doubted Cas had enough time to work that much magic in such a short time, but it was quite ideal timing. "I'm impressed," she said, finally speaking up as they made their way to the open floor of the hall. "You worked faster than I expected."
As they walked, Wren couldn't help but notice some of the lingering glances of others, particularly the guests that plagued the Academy's halls that evening. Cassius was a new, fresh off the boat, student at the academy. But, she couldn't expect the suits not to know who he was. For some reason, they all seemed to know everyone and everything. With a father like his, she could see how he'd instantly be on their radars, similar to how Tobias was already under intense observation, evident to the winged newbie who was already chatting him up. It was safe to assume that all the U.N. pricks weren't the happiest that out of everyone at the academy, Cassius was walking arm and arm with Wren Wilson.
She slowed down as they came to stand somewhat center of the available dancing space. Wren's grasp on his arm slowly slipped as she moved to stand before Cassius. With a quirked brow, she noticed the glass of bourbon in his hand. She smirks slightly, taking a small step towards him. Her left hand moving forward to take hold of the drink, her fingers lightly brushing his hand as took it. "You need both hands to dance." With her gaze intent on his, she downed his drink and passed the empty glass off to a passing water. The alcohol effecting her like water. It'd take five kegs for Wren to even feel a buzz, let alone become drunk.
With a content sigh, Wren's left hand snakes up his right arm, resting upon his shoulder. She then brings her right hand up ever so slowly, placing it in his open palm. If she had to guess, the music was something of a waltz but last time Wren checked, she wasn't a dancing expert to know the difference, or steps needed for the different styles of dancing. Surprisingly, she wasn't quite sure what to say to the man. So far, she had done a majority of talking in her little game of cat and mouse. But there was no more chasing. There she stood, her arms around him ready to let the mysterious, handsome male lead her in a dance.
Wren slowly leaned back in her seat, resting her hands upon her knee. Unlike Lilith, she didn't try to conceal her own grin, while her gaze drifted towards her friend mischievously. The man seemed to search for something to say, squirming in his seat but was unable to find a response. It wasn't often Wren waved her name in people's face. Poison Ivy wasn't that notorious, Pamela Isley even less so. Anonymity is important to a lot of people, but not Wade Wilson. Everyone knew him and what he was capable of. Taunting that in an asshole's face was worth it occasionally.
Good behavior is subjective, especially in Wren's opinion. She might not have been the most selfless person, but she couldn't stand by and listen to a condescending suit. It's one thing seeing a man be a patronizing asshole to another woman. But, it was even more unsettling when they talked to them like they belonged in a zoo. Her fingers toyed with the hem of the slit in her gown, trying not to seem too overly pleased at the situation.
Wren's attention was drawn away from the not so friendly stares she made towards the man when she felt fingers graze her arm. Her fingers stopped twiddling with the hem of her gown as she slightly glanced behind her from the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth as she looked over at Lilith with a quirked brow.
"I apologize for the interruption," Cassius' charming voice hummed behind her, speaking towards her blonde company. "However, Ms. Wilson promised me a dance, so I'm afraid I'll have to steal her away." Wren's lips pursed in a slight smirk, glancing down slightly as she noticed the emphasis on her name.
“Steal away,” Lilith said with a quirked brow. “And Wren, always a pleasure.”
"Try to have fun tonight, Lil." Wren slowly uncrossed her legs, extending her hand to rest it in Cassius' that he offered to her. Before she stood, she looked backed towards Lilith giving her a 'us freaks have to stick together' look. "You know where to find me if things get..." her gaze drifted to the invisible present company of the idiotic male. "Dull."
Wren allowed herself to stand, her eyes now locked on Cassius'. Her right hand slowly slipped from his grasp, trailing up his forearm and hooking in the bend of his arm. She couldn't help but notice the almost too perfectly timed cuing of the orchestra. She doubted Cas had enough time to work that much magic in such a short time, but it was quite ideal timing. "I'm impressed," she said, finally speaking up as they made their way to the open floor of the hall. "You worked faster than I expected."
As they walked, Wren couldn't help but notice some of the lingering glances of others, particularly the guests that plagued the Academy's halls that evening. Cassius was a new, fresh off the boat, student at the academy. But, she couldn't expect the suits not to know who he was. For some reason, they all seemed to know everyone and everything. With a father like his, she could see how he'd instantly be on their radars, similar to how Tobias was already under intense observation, evident to the winged newbie who was already chatting him up. It was safe to assume that all the U.N. pricks weren't the happiest that out of everyone at the academy, Cassius was walking arm and arm with Wren Wilson.
She slowed down as they came to stand somewhat center of the available dancing space. Wren's grasp on his arm slowly slipped as she moved to stand before Cassius. With a quirked brow, she noticed the glass of bourbon in his hand. She smirks slightly, taking a small step towards him. Her left hand moving forward to take hold of the drink, her fingers lightly brushing his hand as took it. "You need both hands to dance." With her gaze intent on his, she downed his drink and passed the empty glass off to a passing water. The alcohol effecting her like water. It'd take five kegs for Wren to even feel a buzz, let alone become drunk.
With a content sigh, Wren's left hand snakes up his right arm, resting upon his shoulder. She then brings her right hand up ever so slowly, placing it in his open palm. If she had to guess, the music was something of a waltz but last time Wren checked, she wasn't a dancing expert to know the difference, or steps needed for the different styles of dancing. Surprisingly, she wasn't quite sure what to say to the man. So far, she had done a majority of talking in her little game of cat and mouse. But there was no more chasing. There she stood, her arms around him ready to let the mysterious, handsome male lead her in a dance.
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Frankie's hand grasped at her side as she looked up from the table. She had no idea if what she said to Thaddeus would help or hurt the academy. She expected the later. Why did she let her emotions get the better of her as she tried to have a diplomatic discussion? It was a rookie mistake that she'd kick herself over for sometime. Bruce or Tony should be in charge of dealing with Thaddeus, not her. She didn't like the pressure.
She took a deep breathe, glancing around the hall. Many of the other students had arrived, mingling amongst themselves, some with their guests. A soft smile graced Frankie's lips when she found Riley among the crowd, seeming to aid a very nervous looking Ross. She couldn't help but chuckle. Ross lived for parties, gatherings and any other excuse to let his ego shine. But, he currently looked like a terrified puppy. When Riley finally noticed her, his head tilted slightly as he waved for her to come join them.
Frankie's hand pushed off the chair she held onto for support, preparing to cross the room towards her friend. But, she stopped when she saw the people before her part and make way for someone pushing their way towards her. Her lips parted, inhaling sharply when she saw Nathaniel emerge from the people, stopping to stand before her. She couldn't help but laugh softly when he opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. His cheeks flushed in the cute way they did when he was around her and struggled to find something to say, but she remained quiet and patient.
"You look beautiful..." the words finally stumbled out of his mouth, along with an awkward but sincere smile.
Frankie felt some of the stress and tension her interaction with Thaddeus cause slow melt away, able to take a deep, calming breath. "Thank you." She smiled softly.
Her attention turned towards the orchestra when a new song began. She instantly focused on Ross in his... Very Ross like green velvet blazer, beeling for Petra. No wonder he was nervous. She couldn't help but smile before her gaze was pulled towards a pool of red that crossed her line of sight. Frankie's brows furrowed together slightly when she noticed Wren being lead towards the dance floor by a dark and mysterious stranger. Not too long after, Bruce Wayne himself honored Lilith with a dance. That was nice, not often did the students actually get to interact with the founders. Of course, she was sure the founders and mentors alike were watching them all like hawks, prepared to step in whenever they put a toe out of line.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, a hand extended towards her. Frankie slowly looked down at the hand that was held out towards her, palm up in invitation. "Would you honor me with a dance, Francita?" Her gaze slowly moved up the arm until she was looking up at Nathaniel, the corner of his mouth pulled in a sweet, nervous smile.
Frankie's heart began to race in her chest as she stood before him. Nate has been her friend for awhile now. And she'd be lying if she said she hadn't grown found of him. She was always the one to invite him along with anything she did. The terminator that couldn't harm a fly and the heart of a teddy bear. For some reason this time sent her stomach in knots. For the first time, Nathaniel asked her... And not to be partners in a simulation like a protective friend.
She took a deep breath. Her hand slowly extended, before lightly resting in his open palm. Frankie tried to think of something to say. About time you asked... Do you really need to ask?... You dance?... "Of course," she finally replied, allowing her slender fingers to grasp his hand.
Frankie's hand grasped at her side as she looked up from the table. She had no idea if what she said to Thaddeus would help or hurt the academy. She expected the later. Why did she let her emotions get the better of her as she tried to have a diplomatic discussion? It was a rookie mistake that she'd kick herself over for sometime. Bruce or Tony should be in charge of dealing with Thaddeus, not her. She didn't like the pressure.
She took a deep breathe, glancing around the hall. Many of the other students had arrived, mingling amongst themselves, some with their guests. A soft smile graced Frankie's lips when she found Riley among the crowd, seeming to aid a very nervous looking Ross. She couldn't help but chuckle. Ross lived for parties, gatherings and any other excuse to let his ego shine. But, he currently looked like a terrified puppy. When Riley finally noticed her, his head tilted slightly as he waved for her to come join them.
Frankie's hand pushed off the chair she held onto for support, preparing to cross the room towards her friend. But, she stopped when she saw the people before her part and make way for someone pushing their way towards her. Her lips parted, inhaling sharply when she saw Nathaniel emerge from the people, stopping to stand before her. She couldn't help but laugh softly when he opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out. His cheeks flushed in the cute way they did when he was around her and struggled to find something to say, but she remained quiet and patient.
"You look beautiful..." the words finally stumbled out of his mouth, along with an awkward but sincere smile.
Frankie felt some of the stress and tension her interaction with Thaddeus cause slow melt away, able to take a deep, calming breath. "Thank you." She smiled softly.
Her attention turned towards the orchestra when a new song began. She instantly focused on Ross in his... Very Ross like green velvet blazer, beeling for Petra. No wonder he was nervous. She couldn't help but smile before her gaze was pulled towards a pool of red that crossed her line of sight. Frankie's brows furrowed together slightly when she noticed Wren being lead towards the dance floor by a dark and mysterious stranger. Not too long after, Bruce Wayne himself honored Lilith with a dance. That was nice, not often did the students actually get to interact with the founders. Of course, she was sure the founders and mentors alike were watching them all like hawks, prepared to step in whenever they put a toe out of line.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, a hand extended towards her. Frankie slowly looked down at the hand that was held out towards her, palm up in invitation. "Would you honor me with a dance, Francita?" Her gaze slowly moved up the arm until she was looking up at Nathaniel, the corner of his mouth pulled in a sweet, nervous smile.
Frankie's heart began to race in her chest as she stood before him. Nate has been her friend for awhile now. And she'd be lying if she said she hadn't grown found of him. She was always the one to invite him along with anything she did. The terminator that couldn't harm a fly and the heart of a teddy bear. For some reason this time sent her stomach in knots. For the first time, Nathaniel asked her... And not to be partners in a simulation like a protective friend.
She took a deep breath. Her hand slowly extended, before lightly resting in his open palm. Frankie tried to think of something to say. About time you asked... Do you really need to ask?... You dance?... "Of course," she finally replied, allowing her slender fingers to grasp his hand.