Solangelo Oneshots

Rhiannon {part two}

Nico's pov
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Sneaking out of a party is much easier than sneaking into one. From my experience anyways.
This was normal conditions for me. The boy I am with can't be noticed, his family cannot find out, we will probably spend the night together only for him to leave me the next day...
I'm not saying it doesn't hurt, just that I am used to these sort of situations. There's always a reason- fear of being seen with me, fear of commitment, fear of rumours. Afraid of freedom and to live like they want.
Spending a night with me is their desperate attempt to feel like they can be themselves for a couple hours, only to leave the next day to their rich families and dotting fiancé. In my 57 years no one has had the courage to live how they want. To stay.

I tried to ignore how I felt about William, and how it would hurt when he left me like the others. There was something different about him. When I was with him, I felt like I was standing in broad daylight. His stare was like sunbeams through clouds after rain. His body was warm and he truly exuded solace. He held true to his name. He was comfort and summer time. He was glittering sunlight on a lazy river.
I would be left in the dark of winter when he eventually realized that the irregularity of freedom was too much for him to handle.

I thought about him as if I've known him for years. As if I hadn't met him an hour ago.

There was definitely something different about William Solace.

His golden curls fell over his face as I walked with him around the outskirts of the ballroom. His mother and her clique were on the opposite side of the mass of people, and we were purposely avoiding them. The goal of our escape was to exit the mansion without being recognized and stopped. Will was already anxious at the idea of getting out safely, and being stopped would only cause unrest.
I guided him with my hand only barely touching his lower back. Enough for him to know I was there, but not enough for others to notice the touch and begin whispering.
I knew Will would eventually leave after tonight, and I did not want him to return to his family with an onslaught of questions concerning the "pale young man guiding you out of the ballroom".

I grabbed a glass of champagne when we passed a waiter and handed it to him.

"For your nerves, dear. Do not fret, we're nearly free," I murmured in his ear, handing him the delicate glass. He shivered involuntarily, and brushed my fingers when he took it from me.

"Aren't you kind," he muttered, avoiding all eyes around the room. Will seemed to be nervous at the idea of being caught.
I let my hand drop from his delicately sewn waistcoat, to put him at ease. Even though I wanted to feel his warmth. His sunlight.

As soon as the palm of my hand hit my thigh, Will looked up at me with a frown. The first eye contact since we fled the balcony. His brows furrowed and his lips pouted. He slowed our departure to lift my hand gently to his back once more, letting my fingertips graze his jacket in a feather like way. I had to fight off a satisfied smile. It seemed William was enjoying the little physical contact I had provided.

I quirked my eyebrow and smirked. He looked back at his champagne, ears, cheeks and nose flushing. Like strawberries on a scalding day. Sweet and soft.

We were nearly at the door that would take us from the bustling ballroom. Will sipped his champagne slowly. He was particularly quiet, in a busy room such as this. Much different from our conversation on the balcony. I wondered if it was due to his nervousness, or if he normally thrived in a place such as this. I would love to find out. I most likely would never have the chance.
I wanted to learn everything there was to know about William.

We passed under the intricately adorned doorway, that arched far over our heads. As soon as we turned a corner in the hallway leading us to the front door, Will exhaled a deep sigh of relief. The music was muted now, and I could hear his heart beating quickly.