Façade.
Opening Thoughts- I felt like this was the perfect time to make it known, that even though some character's will be seen in a bad light , or put in compromising situations (some you may like, other's you may not.) this ain't no haterade fic! Lol. So please remember that, and please enjoy oh and review 'cause you know it boosts my ego!
I felt like this was the perfect time to make it known, that even though some character's will be seen in a bad light , or put in compromising situations ( Lol. So please remember that, and please enjoy and review 'cause you know it boosts my ego!…
They were the Cranes, the indestructible many a passer-by would whisper in somewhat awe as they looked on helplessly at yet another newspaper clipping or within the few and far between face to face meeting the family gave in odd chances. They were hated, they were loved…they were feared.
Yet always somewhere beyond the obvious abstract, something deeper lied beneath it all. It seemed for all , the denizen's of Harmony as well as the rest of the world craved something the Crane name always held…power. The prestige, and the strength that each eye of an heir exuded brought on each envious stare which came their way, each quite sneer that they brushed off with eloquent ease.
Ethan was always different, he knew that as much from the first moment he was born and perhaps the very fact was what drew him to the arms of the splendorous ravened dreamer. He, like the other towns people, envied her. He craved for the freedom her eyes vibrantly flew from the darkest shade of auburn, he wanted his voice to sing the very same joys of happiness that hers did in each formulation of her voice; For he was like a caged bird, his whole family was in all honesty, confined from all true and prohibited to feel nothing other than strength and triumph.
This was the fact that lead him to Gwen, the other voice which tormented his restless soul at the very shut of his eyes. He did love her, in means of a love that was as innocent as a newborn child, he'd known Gwen for what was to him for all of his life, when he was sent off to boarding school. They were like one, within all their familiarities and sooner than later that same recognizable trait had transcended into a childhood love. His feelings were true, meaning the best intentions and he knew that somewhere in himself Gwen would always be his love ; But then there was Theresa, he fell in love with her and the beauty of the canvas she made of her world, he wanted so much to be apart of that exquisiteness. They'd only known each other for a few short months yet already, Ethan felt as if he'd loved Theresa Lopez - Fitzgerald for an entire eternity and that too would never change.
And so, he remained confined caught between two lovers his mind sardonically whispered in a torturous manner. He wished he had the liberty to choose, be with the one his heart knew he truly loved but that could never be the case the higher powers: Julian and Alistair Crane, had made sure he knew well of his obligations, and knew better not to betray them.
"Tell me I'm dreaming." Her soft voice called out into the starlit night, as he focused down on her. Suddenly all conscience came back to him as the sound of the singer's far away voice swung through the summer air and the familiar faces returned in sight. Gwen's smile was brilliant, lightening the darkness of the night somewhat with each movement of her lips as they curved upwards. "Tell me, that I'm I'll just wake up in my room as always and I won't be marrying the man of my dreams in a matter of mere days…"
He smiled slightly at her disbelief, while letting his hand rest on her silken cheek. "No, Gwen I'm sure you're very much wide awake." Ethan replied while kissing the young woman softly.
"My precious angel," Ivy Crane whispered, as her son caught her view. Ethan was her deliverance, from the hell she'd been subjected to as being cursed by the last name she was given. At times she thought that the prison she lived would never better but somehow the first moment she held her son in her arms, a certain feeling of heaven and certitude. Ethan had become her everything, her very reason for being…her son, in the few short moments of his existence had replaced the gaping whole in her heart that past mistakes had made, and now as she stood in the outlying distance watching her boy sway past with the women that would replace her in his eyes, she felt that emptiness once more…and somewhere deep, she was sad again.
As she shook out of her thoughts she walked away walking further into the surrounding her arms crossed around her dress as she walked on. Hours had passed and friends became to question the whereabouts of her husband. Ivy figured it best to look for the old sorry excuse for a man, to see if his breaths of Jack Daniels were those of a man still breathing. She suspected the sound as she heard it, the familiar giggle of a different floozy who was always the same her paces paused in front of the two in the throes of lust, as Julian regretfully looked up at her and the young woman scurried away.
"Julian." She sighed chalice in tone, as her eyes followed the woman's passing figure. Ivy's returned a disdainful glare at her husband as she returned the same.
"Ivy." The man smiled from the ground of the terrace, his brow cocking and his smile widening as if beckoning her to his side once again.
"God, damn it Julian! You'd think at all times but your very own son's engagement party you'd choose to act like a civilized human being." She chastised while raising an equal brow. " I guess that's too much for you to process right?" Ivy smiled dryly, as she threw Julian's blazer at his figure.
He grabbed the piece of attire savagely, pulling it off of his face while looking at Ivy. The very bane of his existence. "Maybe, I wouldn't have to if I wasn't living with such a prude."
"I want you to get back in there," Ivy continued ignoring Julian's spews. "The Hotchkiss's are wondering where you are, and unfortunately I couldn't tell them you were groping onto a girl who could very well pass as one of our daughter's."
"I'll go when I'm damn well ready." His slurred voice jeered.
There was a moment of silence as they know stood face to face, Julian smiled with in his hazy aura non suspecting of the rage that built up in Ivy's demeanour. The feeling overpowered her as she clung to the cuffs of Julian's shirt capturing him in her grips as they were now inches apart. "I will not let you ruin Ethan's night do you hear me you disgusting cretin, I'd just as much kill you first." She hissed softly. " You should know better then not to defy me, Julian."
"Why is that , my love?" Julian queried while smothered under Ivy's hold.
"Because if you ruin this, I'll ruin you. In the flick of a dime, I can have you know what, sent to every tabloid imaginable to man on earth. I'm sure Alistair would love, to hear about you're true love Eve Russell, and then some." She shrugged with a smirk, taking the fear in her husband's eyes as leverage to keep on. "Maybe he'll be so happy, he'll even let you two be…in the poorhouse!"
"You wouldn't." Julian snarled as he recoiled his blazer vehemently.
"I would, and I will." Ivy spoke lightly, while dusting herself off and turning to walk away. "I'll see you inside, think about what I said, Darling."
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Closing Thoughts- I hope you've enjoyed this, I decided to continued with the style of the first chapter and get some of the prime character's in this down to a certain psychology like some sort of outline for the plot as it starts. Yes - although I haven't heard such , I know all y'all are thinking it - Fox will be in this story, but I haven't decided who Theresa will be with exactly, actually I have a plan for her character to draw out first before I decide which man's the right fit…but who knows