A lighter chapter... I'm thinking, on theme basis, that I should soon be moving up to M-rate (simply to avoid and small chance of troubles).. Opinions?

Please R&R fo me :)

Princess Elyon Escanor descended the thin, winding staircase, with no fathoming of what to expect at the bottom step. Rather, there was a fairly thin chamber to match, and another door; this too crested in the beauty held in the now white surrounding walls. Royal maroon continued to encase the floor beneath her feet, and Elyon hesitantly raised a hand when she reached the door - her right, considering her left was currently comfortably warm in the handsome Cedric's own. As though her thoughts had summoned him, Cedric cleared his throat, and Elyon's hand shot back, with her eyes instantly regarding his own slate-blues, which seemed hard, though Elyon shook it off as their colour as Cedric smiled at her fondly. "Allow me.. My Lady."

Elyon felt her cheeks glow pink, and her lips flickered up in a shy smile at the title given. She wasn't a girl, or a princess as still sounded coyly childish to her. Elyon was a Lady, and she hadn't a mere moment to mull over the tickling in her chest before the door was pushed forward and Elyon's cloudy grey eyes tried to take in the scene all at once. "Oh my God!"

"I was sure that you'd like it."

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"Oh. My. God. Caleb do you have to be such a dolt!" Will Vandom's cheeks flushed with heat as her focus split between the boy not looking at her, and the group of them around Matt who were. "Won't you just look at me!"

"I don't think he's gonna look.." Will scowled, and glared at Irma, before raising an eyebrow skeptically at the awkwardly rigid back and worried features crossing Irma Lair's face. Hay Lin stepped beside Caleb and tilted her head, and Irma shook off the look, smacking Hay Lin lightly over the head. "He's not looking at anything!"

"Could I.." Will's tense frown returned, and she crossed her arms over her chest - more because of the cold on her skin than of the actual motive of anger; though she was becoming steadily less inclined to apologise to the selfish brat in front of her. Cornelia wasn't even here, so whatever he did now didn't matter. Matt however.. Matt was here. And if he wasn't looking, his friends would surely provide a nice, accurate account of her every movement. "..Um.. Could I speak to you.. Later maybe..?"

"No." Will knew it was childish, but in her mind she had every right to play out this childishness now, rather than meeting him again to embarrass her further. They would end this now. "I don't see why we can't talk now.. And clearly you can't, unless there's some reason scrawled up there on the roof..?"

"Um.."

And at that point something snapped in Will, and her pout became a growling glower, because maybe it was the reason he was here; surely to continue debating whether she should stand by Cornelia or perhaps just transform them and leave. Because maybe it was the icy breeze that was starting to make her shiver. Because maybe there was no fun in wiping the stupid smirks off the pretty-boy's face if she couldn't even see them. But whatever it was, Will couldn't take it anymore. "Just look at me while I'm insulting you, will you!"

It got a snort from Irma, and Hay Lin leaned over the barrier to wrap and arm over Will's freezing, water glazed shoulders, but Caleb only shifted his arms awkwardly, and she was sure his face changed into some form of grimace. "But.."

"But WHAT Caleb!" The hiss was louder than she'd intended it to be, and Will's burning cheeks flared up again as someone murmured. Will lowered her voice before she spoke again, though would later wish Caleb had had the same initiative. "But what?"

"You..'re slightly.. unattired, and I, uh, don't appreciate the.. Exposed nature of your.." He never did finish, and Irma appeared to be turning very pale, yet her cheeks more beetroot than Will's own. How did she even understand what it meant? Even the shameless eavesdroppers looked confused in the long, withering silence, but before she could ask, Caleb's voice cracked. "You're practically naked!"

A few sniggered and whistled, as Will's mouth fell open, but her eyes didn't miss the flicker of light as Mathew Olsen's eyes shot to meet hers, then wandered the height of her body before he, too reverted to staring at the roof. Irma had literally slapped herself in the forehead, while Hay Lin did nothing to hide her sputtering laughter, and the loud, "He's totally right!"