formal occasion (dean)

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Evangeline wasn't sure what had inclined her to dress up. It was the night of the Valentine's ball, and she was too young to go. Still, that didn't stop her from stealing into her mother's clothing before Angel cleaned out the closet and finding a slimming, elegant black dress. She had bought herself a simple pair of black pumps, and black gloves, then stolen some of her mother's old pearl jewelery. On her face, she wore a delicate purple mask that only covered her eyes. She had wandered into the garden, not sure what to do. It felt good, knowing she was wearing her mother's clothes. The dress fit her perfectly. It wasn't too terribly chilly that night, quite warm for a Feburary night in fact. Evangeline stood at the gate, gazing at the castle, when someone placed a hand on her arm.

[littlebit]

Dean had not wanted to go to the ball that evening, he was not a fan of crowded affairs. He might have considered asking Evangeline, but he had decided to instead spend the evening walking about the grounds. There was only a slight nip to the air, it allowed for a thin cloak over his jeans and sweatshirt to stay warm. When he saw Evangeline standing alone all dressed up, Dean felt his heart sink. Perhaps he should have asked her to go with him. He placed his hand on her arm lightly to catch her attention. "Hi," Dean said.

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Evangeline turned and smiled bashfully at Dean. "Hi," she replied. His voice seemed reserved, and he looked apologetic. "I was kind of hoping I'd catch you. I figured you wouldn't be going to the dance," she explained. She watched as Dean took in her outfit and she smiled. "I'm doing this for my mother. This is her dress," she finished, her voice dropping low to hide the fact her throat was closing up in tears.

((OOC: 100th post for Evangeline!!!))

[littlebit]

Dean nodded, unsure of what to say. He did come up with something after a short pause, though. "It looks good on you," said Dean, trying to get the subject off of Evangeline's mother, she always seemed so upset at any slight mention of her- Dean hated to see her upset. It had been because of Ginevra Potter's murder that he had decided he was going to join the Order of the Phoenix on his seventeenth birthday, to get back at the ones that had caused her pain.

((OOC: Yay!))

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Evangeline blushed profusely, removing the delicate mask from her face. "Um, thank you," she replied softly, bringing her eyes up to Dean's. Those beautiful, captivating eyes. She took a step forward, her heels clicking against the stone walkway. She brought her gloved hand up, trailing a scar that ran up from his chest quite a ways up over his collarbone. It was barely visible now, but Evangeline had always wondered where he had gotten it. She smiled at Dean. "You have enchanting eyes," she commented, a blush growing on her pale face once more.

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It was now Dean's turn to flush bright red, he was not used to getting compliments from girls, especially the one he liked. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as Evangeline traced the scar that passed his collar bone and veered slightly onto his neck. It was the least visible there, as it was where the cut had been shallowest, but they were thick on his chest, something which he hid. "Uh, thanks," Dean finally managed to say, still blushing deeply.

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Evangeline smiled, then looked down at the scar. "What is this?" she asked softly, her pale eyes scanning the scar. She looked up and met Dean's eyes. "It goes on farther, doesn't it?" she asked, fearfully. It seemed to continue down to his chest. Evangeline blushed deeply, but kept her steady gaze on Dean.

[littlebit]

Dean nodded, hoping that Evangeline wasn't going to pry. He certainly did not want to discuss the circumstances in which he had been wounded, personally attacked by Isabelle and left for dead. The only reason he had been there was because of his sister, Cora had led him there... Dean gently grabbed her hand, with the intent of her to not pull his shirt down. The collar would not permit a ton of stretching, but it didn't take much to see the thicker scars.

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Evangeline knew Dean didn't want her to continue you asking these questions, just by looking in his eyes. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from asking one, little thing. "Were you attacked?" she asked, her voice in a near whisper. Tears were coming to her eyes, because she knew, somewhere inside her brain, that she already knew the answer to that question. Evangeline blushed, bringing her gaze to her feet. "You don't have to answer that," she whispered, embarassed.

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"Um, yeah," Dean said quietly, hoping his tone was conveying that he did not want to talk about it. How Evangeline had guessed he had no idea, but he supposed that scars like his did not come from ordinary every-day kinds of accidents. "But I think that's a story for a later date," Dean added, gently taking Evangeline's other hand, "let's sit down." He led her to a stone bench between two frozen rose bushes and sat down, leaving plenty of room for her to sit beside him.