Valentine Collingwood (
hollow_moon) wrote2015-12-20 03:15 pm
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Jag - The Collingwood Christmas Party
The party was always the same. Big dresses, men in fine tailored suits, rich food, bountiful drink... It was opulent and glitzy, and Val sort of loved it. Sometimes they rented ballrooms or hotels, but this year his mother had chosen the family home, wanting to show off the restorations she'd had done, and take advantage of the decent weather that allowed their guests to explore the large and beautiful gardens.
He'd gotten a few curious looks from certain relatives when he'd turned up with Jag on his arm, but most of his family hardly batted a lash- And many were open and friendly, making a point of coming over and saying hello.
His mother, however, had been fairly illusive, so busy flitting about that she'd barely had time to wave hello. It was only now, when Val was wondering if maybe it was time to start heading out, that she seemed to appear out of nowhere and came rushing over. Her hair was a perfect shade of silver, long and thick, but styled neatly into a loose bun. She was wearing a long and flowing evening gown, but her jewellery was simple, a necklace with a single Tahitian pearl, and a set of simple silver channel earrings.
"Oh, Valentine! Look at you," she smiled, cupping Val's face in her hands and smiling warmly. "You've cut your hair! It looks so smart. Still not sure about the eyeliner- Though I'm impressed you can get the waterline filled in so well," she chuckled, kissing his cheek and then taking a step back. "You didn't think you could escape without introducing me to your friend, did you?"
Val smiled, and almost blushed- Though he'd deny it if anyone suggested he had. "Date, actually. Mum, this is Jag, Jag this is my mother, Margaret Collingwood."
Margaret smiled brightly, offering her hand. "Lovely to meet you, Jag."
He'd gotten a few curious looks from certain relatives when he'd turned up with Jag on his arm, but most of his family hardly batted a lash- And many were open and friendly, making a point of coming over and saying hello.
His mother, however, had been fairly illusive, so busy flitting about that she'd barely had time to wave hello. It was only now, when Val was wondering if maybe it was time to start heading out, that she seemed to appear out of nowhere and came rushing over. Her hair was a perfect shade of silver, long and thick, but styled neatly into a loose bun. She was wearing a long and flowing evening gown, but her jewellery was simple, a necklace with a single Tahitian pearl, and a set of simple silver channel earrings.
"Oh, Valentine! Look at you," she smiled, cupping Val's face in her hands and smiling warmly. "You've cut your hair! It looks so smart. Still not sure about the eyeliner- Though I'm impressed you can get the waterline filled in so well," she chuckled, kissing his cheek and then taking a step back. "You didn't think you could escape without introducing me to your friend, did you?"
Val smiled, and almost blushed- Though he'd deny it if anyone suggested he had. "Date, actually. Mum, this is Jag, Jag this is my mother, Margaret Collingwood."
Margaret smiled brightly, offering her hand. "Lovely to meet you, Jag."
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"Say hello to your father before you go," his mother reminded him. "And Jag, it was lovely meeting you. Hopefully I'll see you again soon."
Val got to his feet, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, then offered his hand to Jag.
"Should we go see the ice sculptures?" he offered.
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Val smiled brightly, leading the way out the room- But rather than head back down, he took Jag to what had been his childhood bedroom- But now served as a craft room of sorts that his mother had taken over. What remained, however, was a balcony that looked out over the garden.
"This used to be my room when I was a boy," he said. "I came out here often."
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Val leaned back smiling softly. "I had a telescope, I used to look at the stars," he confessed.
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"Hard to see stars in the heart of the city," Val shrugged, closing his eyes and smiling softly.
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"Yeah? Do you think you'd really like that? I've a cottage in the country you know. Not a family home, just mine. Needs fixing up, actually- I've just never done it," Val confessed.
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"I'm glad you sound so excited," he confessed.
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"And when I come back, hopefully I'll have changed for the better, hmm?" he smiled, turning his head and kissing the tips of Jag's fingers.
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"Right, I suppose that's a better way to think of it..." Val shrugged.
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Val nodded, then offered a teasing smile. "You like me just as I am, huh?" he grinned.
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Val returned the kiss, letting it linger, then sighing.
"We don't really have to say hello to my father, we can go if you'd like," he offered.
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"I... I love my dad, I do. I just- I don't want him to make a bad impression on you. He'll be grumpy, he hates parties, and- Well. The first thing he's going to ask when you tell him what you do for a living is ask what you plan to do with your future. He'll ask about job security, about retirement. ...He can't help it, he's just like that. He can't stand when people don't have a plan. Especially when those people are involved with me. ...He worries. About me being taken advantage of, about my future, and he doesn't always come off as caring when he's concerned, even when caring is his motivation."
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