Trapped [Aura/Philip]

[Aura Dawning]

The place was silent, with the exception of a soft, melodic tune issuing from one of the many rooms of the grand penthouse suite. Inside said room, enjoying a hot bath, was Aurelia. The blonde tilted her head back, eyes closed and arms resting against both sides of the large tub, a flurry of bubbles hiding her modesty. The singer had some headphones in; the sweet song? It was hers. She had been soaking for a good half hour, when the music eventually stopped. Her cerulean eyes flickering open, she took the headphones out and examined her fingers as they had begun to wrinkle. Breathing a contented sigh, she decided that it was time to end her little Spa session.

Getting out of the tub, she grabbed one of the fluffy white towels and wrapped it snuggly around her slender frame, still humming to herself and letting her hair down from it's bind and allowing it to fall around her face in smooth golden waves. Drying off, she swapped the towel for a warm bathrobe and grabbed the hairbrush from the cabinet, tugging it swiftly through her tresses.

For once, she had the place to herself; no agents there to hassle her, no guards. Just herself. In this huge penthouse suite. Fantastic. She had stopped sneaking out of the place for the time being, instead deciding to treat herself to a stress-free evening. If there ever was such a thing. She had been so out of it lately, and seeing Xavier Culles, her fiance's best mate, at every corner seemed to make her feel worse; terrified even. She wasn't afraid of the guy, but of what he was capable of doing to her. He could destroy everything she had, and somehow she knew that if given the chance, he'd probably do it too.

Trying to shake all guilty thoughts from her mind, she entered the magnificent lounge and sank down into one of the soft armchairs, running a hand through her hair and biting down on her plump lower lip; this was all turning into one big nightmare. How did people cope with this sort of thing? It was ten times worse when you were as famous as she was. She felt like she was beginning to lose her grip on reality.

[Philip Kingston]

THERE was just nothing like being on the ice when no one was around. The smooth sound of his skates as he glided along, the scent of artificial cold and echoes of each breath; it was Heaven. Peaceful. Why couldn’t life be like this; so calm and enjoyable?

With his hockey stick in his hand, Phil skated around various cones and other obstacles that he’d set up for himself. Practice had ended hours ago, but he’d always found that it was the hours after such rigorous exercise that he needed to fly around the ring on his own. There was advice from the coach that he needed to sort out, a list of to do’s that needed to get done, and it seemed as if everything was destined to turn out alright when he was on the ice.

Back and forth, around and around, he did his drills. Muscle memory provided most of the movement, as he let his mind wander and before he knew it, the day had faded into late afternoon. His stomach started rumbling, informing him that a granola bar and power drink did not make a good meal and he sighed, eyeing the gate that would lead him to the locker rooms beyond. It was almost like once he set his pinky toe onto the plastic mats, the real world would come crashing in and destroy the sense of peace he had.

But his Mama hadn’t raised a coward, now did she? Sure, those advertisement agents were kind of scary, and he always had the urge to lash out and bean those reporters that liked to follow him around, but that was the price of the life he led.

And man, did he want to find the return slip, sometimes.

With a little mutter, he gathered up his equipment and skated to the gate. After a quick shower, a bout of ‘SIGN MY TSHIRT!’ with the rink staff and some really nice shadow-slinking to avoid nosey sports reporters, he was outside and piling into his little black sports car. In his mind’s eye, he pictured his apartment across town; the worn leather couch, sparse living room and empty fridge. Oh yeah, he just couldn’t wait to chug-a-lug on down to home sweet home and stare at the walls for the next eight hours. What should he do instead? Hit a club? Call up Xavier and see if his friend was free to grab a drink?

Either option sounded wonderful, but Phil found himself heading down a familiar street instead.

The Palace apartments came looming up in front of him, familiarly extravagant. With a little tip for the valet and a smile at the familiar face of a doorman, he was on his way up to his fiance’s apartment. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be interrupting her…but heck, he hadn’t spoken to her in a while. Wouldn’t she be happy to see him?

Phil leaned against the side of the doorframe as he pushed the doorbell and wrapped a knuckle against the smooth wood. The other side was strangely quiet; void of the usual hustle and bustle that went on around the famous Aura Dawning. Was that a good sign, or a bad one?

"Hey Aur, it's Phil. Open up."

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[Aura Dawning]

The reality - of her life and how trapped she truly was - had begun to poison her mind, like a viper sinking it's teeth into her heart viciously, to the point where she was now sitting in the rich armchair with tears spilling down her cheeks. Her entire body shuddered through the breakdown, the fragile blonde peering around bleary-eyed at all of her luxuries; unwanted and unneccesary, all of it. There had been times when she'd cried at night time because she missed her parents; her old life. However, irrational thinking was not a regular pattern in her day to day life, and right now she was at breaking point.

Getting to her feet, Aurelia re-entered the en-suite bathroom, hands trembling as she gripped onto the sink to support herself. Her mind raced with thoughts that all seemed hopeless; running away never helped - it was impossible and she would always be found. That was the trouble with being world famous. It was cruel. In search of something to ease her pain, Aura's eyes met with the medicine cabinet and a strange pulsing began to fill her ears; was it the sound of her own heart? She had no idea but every other noise became muffled under it. It was almost like a siren, calling her towards something. Eyes wide and completely unfocused, she raised a dainty hand, her little feminine digits grasping onto the handle and slowly opening the cabinet.

Her cerulean gaze, tear-stricken and desperate, lingered upon the bottles of pills lined up neatly in front of her; everything from simple painkillers to sleeping pills. Her hand grazed the bottle of sleeping pills momentarily, her eyes staring with an unnerving sense of longing. The siren call grew louder it seemed; white noise filling her ears and driving her towards this dangerous path.

And then it happened.

A knock on the door had startled her back to her senses, and Aura blinked a few times - her eyes still tear stained and stinging from crying. She viewed her appearance, as pitiful as it was, and felt disgusted with herself. Closing the cabinet door over, she grabbed a few tissues from a box upon her vanity table, dabbing at her eyes as she returned to the lounge in a bid to disguise the terrible state she was in. It was no use; her eyes were red and puffy. Cursing herself silent when she heard Phil's voice, Aura began to straighten herself up, put on her most natural smile - even though inside she was screaming - and headed towards the door. She peeked through the keyhole just to be sure, then unlocked the door carefully and glanced out from the gap between the wall and the door at her fiance, trying her best to look calm.

"Hey stranger", she said softly, the tone in her voice wavering only slightly; somehow, she managed to keep up her facade. For the time being, at least. It had been a while since they'd seen each other - and for good reason too. Though, Aura did feel guilty about that; he had no idea just how guilty she was. Stepping aside to allow him entry, she paced into the middle of the room, inadvertantly avoiding his gaze. "How was...practice?"

She had genuinely no idea what he'd been upto during their time apart, but knowing Phil it involved work, and lots of it; Hockey. It was his biggest passion in life - something she knew he loved more than anything in the world.

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[Philip Kingston]

LEANING sideways on the doorframe, Phil gave his work boots a thoughtful look as he waited for Aura to answer her door. The Tower was as elegant as ever, and he felt those familiar doubts wiggle around in his mind. He’d known Aura for quite some time and understood that she didn’t look down on those around her…but hell, just look at this place! His eyes flickered around the ornate hallway and resisted the urge to push himself off of the wall, lest he dirty it.

She was one of the most famous women in all of Faraway, and he was a hockey player. Woohoo; his name would be forgotten in a couple years, once he went out of his prime. But hers? She was from a high-to-do family and his mom and dad owned a flower shop in the city. What in the ever living hell was she thinking, agreeing to get engaged to a guy like him?

Thank all that was holy that the sound of a lock turning shoved him back to reality, or he just might have started to start banging his head against the nearest wall. That was just the exhaustion of the last couple days talking; that was all. He was marrying Aura because he loved and respected her, and she’d chosen him for the same reasons.

He’d just ignore those niggling doubts in the back of his mind. It was just stress. That was it…stress.

A wide smile slid onto his face as the door finally opened. As always, it took him a moment to pick his tongue up off the floor and remember to use his big boy words. Ducking his head a bit sheepishly, he moved across the threshold, closing the door behind him.

"Hey yourself, beautiful girl." He said, looking up at her with another grin. “It’s been a while, huh? Probably my fault; I’ve been being carted all around Faraway doing promo’s for the past few weeks. And yeah, practice was practice…you know how it is.”

Clasping his hands behind his back, he glanced around her apartment, then back to her. He was about ready to ask why it was so empty, as she was normally surrounded by a fleet of people, but something in her face had him stop. His smile faded slightly, as he took a step toward her.

“Hey, you don’t look so good, Aura. Is there something wrong? If I’m interrupting your ‘girl time,’ or something I can leave.”

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[Aura Dawning]

"It's fine, honestly. I've been busy too. We've just announced tour dates for next year so...yeah. Exciting."

Although she had said that it was "exciting", there was no hint of enthusiasm in her eyes, suggesting that she wasn't totally being honest. The fading smile she wore was nothing compared to her usual radiant beam; it was rather melancholic actually. She bit her lip, still finding it extremely difficult to hold eye contact with Phil but forcing herself to keep going regardless, not wishing to be found out.

And for a minute it seemed that she was. She glanced up as the handsome man in front of her frowned and moved towards her. She swallowed back a lump which had risen in her throat, a silent panic beginning to set in. She had frozen on the spot, her blue eyes searching his face, wondering just how obvious she was being; she hated being such a bad liar. But instead of 'fessing up, she continued as though nothing was wrong.

"Me? Psh, I'm fine...as always. Just a little exhausted after today's press conference", she lied, shrugging it off. "Don't be stupid, I don't want you to leave. I'm glad you're here."

Part of it was true; she was glad to see him. It had been a while and although she wasn't overly enthusiastic about the whole impending wedding thing, Phil was genuinely a lovely guy and she cared about him so much; he was one of her best friends. Her only friend, it seemed. He was a gem, and she didn't deserve him. It was sad, but true. He should have been with someone better. A better person.

"Aren't you going to sit down...?"

She tilted her to the side a fraction or so, watching him as he stood there; she could see the worry in his eyes and felt a slight pain in her chest. Punishment, for causing it?

"Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?", she offerred, sitting down upon the soft cushioned sofa and fussing around with a silver tray laden with refreshments upon the table, pouring herself some tea - inwardly wishing it was something much stronger.

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[Philip Kingston]

PHIL couldn’t help the little frown that pulled at his lips, as he watched his fiancé move around the room. Usually, her voice was a lyrical as the songs she made; a little peek into the bright little soul that burned inside her. It was what he’d been drawn to in the first place, when they’d met at the promoter’s show and what had made the thought of marriage so damn easy. She was such a vibrant woman, with twinkling eyes and a laugh that could draw any red blooded man toward her like a bug to a light.

Now, however? Now, he couldn’t help but notice those little lines of strain around her eyes, and the way the lightness in her voice seemed forced. Did she really think that her friend wouldn’t notice that? A bit awkwardly, he let his hands tuck themselves into his pockets as he watched her.

Then again, he told himself, hadn’t it been a few months since they’d last spoken? She could just be stressed; like she said, she had four tour dates to go through. Not to mention that her crazy little ‘posse’ of agents, designers and whoever the hell else tended to follow her around had to get on her nerves once in a while. Maybe…maybe he was just seeing things that weren’t there.

…Yeah, and maybe he was an idiot. But hell, it was Aura’s choice to tell him what was wrong; he had to night to dig.

With a low laugh, Phil just shook his head. Instead of sitting, as directed, he moved over to a table on the other side of the room. After retrieving two cups and the crystal snifter of brandy sitting there, he returned to the couch and plopped down next to her. Holding up the glasses, he offered her one of his usual boyish grins.

“From what I just heard, I don’t think tea or coffee is strong enough,” He said, sliding the tray over a bit. “No offense to your awesome coffee making skills, I mean. And hell; after getting run around the rink by Coach all day, I could use something to mellow me out. You wanna join me?”

After pouring two glasses, he leaned his elbows on his knees and looked over at her. The space between them was oddly tense, he thought as he picked up his glass. It felt…awkward, as if neither knew what to say to the other. Strange; friends that they were, he usually didn’t feel this way.

Shrugging it off, he held up his glass toward her. “Here’s to yet another crazy week, huh? Maybe after your tour dates, I should steal you away on vacation. You sound like you need one.”

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