S o c i a l i t e
by Linwenilid
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They had met like in any other story, running into each other's glance across a crowded room, filled with high-society chatters. They had reached across to meet – he, because of his resolve to tame the hormones in the practice ; she, because of a princess complex that kept her convinced she was worthy of billionaire heirs. And they had kept each other company, in spite of the odds – he was one of the finest minds in existence, striving with complexity from his tender years; she was a socialite, an empty being in search of entertainment, a high-school dropout.
But he was not exactly interested in her mind: … her accent is fascinating, and the whole ethereal aura...
Her primal instinct kept her interested: he does entertain me…
Of course, he had steered the conversation to his grounds. There wasn't much she could do about it, the careless mouse against a predating eagle. He had spawn a web around her, analysing her response to certain stimuli and playing her strings with the long-ago learned psychology rules. And she fell in his game, doing his bidding, even if she thought all her words were hers alone.
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Two nights. That's how long it took him to complete his testing of himself – tasting the forbidden fruit without losing his mind, and moving on when satisfied. Perhaps she was in tears when they parted, perhaps not; he didn't care. Socialites should know better than to gamble their charismatic selves like they did, disregarding the consequences.
But she had not cried. Men were like that: all interest lost after intimacy. And knowing as she did, the only thing she regretted doing was leaving her doors open for him, whenever he felt like calling again. The rest had been part of her game: her search for entertainment had rendered fruits.
In all truth, none suffered. He played his hand masterfully; she had her satisfaction, knowingly of consequence. And both parted rather thinking about what the other missed by getting away.
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Notes: This is an odd piece inspired by Dreamlight's comment at the Orion Awards forums: "I would love to see Artemis Fowl meet (insert born-a-socialite, blond heiress' name here)." I trust people can recognise who am I talking about, but since it's not allowed to include real people in fanfiction stories, her name will not be mentioned. And yeah, this is me being nice to her, in fact.