i'll stand by you [Allie] even when we fall

[Adelaide Rose Montague]

Thunder rumbled outside. It was a gentle sound, no lightning to precede it from the darkening sky above, but it was a warning of a storm to come just the same. And within a few moments, there was the gentle tap, tap, tap of raindrops striking the glass of the windows. A few moments more, and a steady sheet of rain was hissing against the walls of the house, washing away whatever dust and dirt had accrued on the windows since the last storm that had swept through the great city. But as the rain washed away the grime, so too did it wash away any plans that the Tribeca girls might have had to sneak away tonight to find a little action.

True, a little rain shouldn’t really stop them, but as the rain turned into a downpour, into a downright maelstrom, it was slowly melting any hopes or really any desire to go out and deal with the weather just for a little bit of dancing and maybe some… illegal substances. A night in did mean not risking the wrath of their father, should he come home from his business to find both of his daughters gone from the house without a trace. But it also meant a night of nothing exciting to do, which led one of the infamous redheaded Montague twins to come traipsing into her sister’s room not twenty minutes into the storm, languishing about in the spectacular silver dress that she’d been planning to wear out that night.

”Allie, I’m bored already,” she chirruped. She had no reservations about draping herself over her sister’s bed, looking like a stretched out, pouting kitten. This was a side of Adelaide Montague that very few ever really got to see – an open expression on her face, a sort of relaxed nature to her movements, and sheer… openness. It was a side that, truthfully, only being alone in the company of her twin sister seemed to bring about. The pair of them had been together and had known each other since birth. It just… didn’t make sense to Addie to be closed off from her twin sister. And, if truth be told, her absolute closest friend.

The ‘already’ was communication enough. They didn’t even really need to talk about it – both of them knew that going outside in this weather would not only be foolish, it just wouldn’t be fun. And whenever they snuck out of the house, with the help of a henchman or two that was willing to give in to the girls’ wild notions, it was always to have a little bit of fun. Take that away, and disobedience for the sake of disobedience… well. It was pointless. And would only land them in their father’s bad graces for no real reason.

For the most part, staying on their father’s good side was always a goal of theirs, but quite frankly… being cooped up in this old home (as luxurious as it was) like a pair of princesses to be guarded by a dragon, it got rather… stifling. The don would showcase them at social events and sometimes even take them along for business ventures, but even then, they were never allowed to do anything exciting. And there was just too much going on in New York City to just… stay inside all day, every day.

But, today… it seemed they didn’t have much of a choice. Which meant that the only thing they had to entertain themselves, was each other. And that in and of itself wasn’t a terrible fate, as far as Addie was concerned. Even if her pretty dress was all but going to waste. ”So now what do you want to do? Or do we think Papa will be home in time for dinner?”

[Alexandra Catherine Montague]

Allie had always been a fan of the rain; it was purifying, cleansing… it chilled a person to the bone and made them feel alive and young and wild and carefree all at once, even if they weren't doing anything in particular that warranted such an emotion. She could remember a time when her, her twin sister, and their own little entourage of guards, together with her father, had gone out to the countryside for the weekend, a little mini-vacation of sorts. There had been exploring and a lot more freedom than they were allowed in the city, running in the back yard and swimming in the pool on the property. However, there had been one afternoon when the sky suddenly opened up, dumping rain down on both of the redheaded Montague princesses, and for a shocked moment, they looked at one another… and when Allie let out a peal of laughter, they played together in the rain like they were five years old. Sure, their father had been angry, but it was still the best memory that she had of her and her sister; soaked to the skin, laughing as they ran around in the rain, abandoning their shoes in the house and just letting everything fade away for a bit.

However, today the rain was an impediment to their fun, as opposed to the cause of it. As the thunder rolled through the sky, a sound that she normally loved, she couldn't help but hope that the rain wouldn't get too bad, that it would still be okay to go out and have some fun, that it wouldn't get in their way… But it was a futile hope, and a part of her knew that. As it rained harder and harder, Allie's mood got worse and worse, to the point that she snapped at her bodyguard for something that had approximately nothing to do with him, all because she was bored and irate. However, it seemed that at the very least, he was used to that kind of treatment, because he did little more than arch an eyebrow and shake his head slightly, muttering something unintelligible under his breath. If it was anybody else, she probably would have slapped him, but she had practically grown up with this one, and it just… didn't feel right to do that to him.

She had been lounging on her bed, reading a book for the millionth time when her twin sister came traipsing into the room, wearing the silver dress that mirrored her own gold one perfectly. Apparently neither one of them had bothered changing out of it, maybe in the delusional hope that the rain would stave off long enough for them to sneak out and go have some fun instead of being cooped up in this house… massive as it was, she was rather sick of not being allowed to leave except to show them off to the other factions, and sometimes when he went out on business. However, it's not like they were ever allowed to go into meetings with him, and that was what drove Allie up the wall more than anything. If she was going to be taking over the damn faction someday, then why was her father not trusting her now, not showing her how things were meant to be done? He wasn't exactly a young man, and even with magic… there would be a day when the inevitable would come to pass. And then what? She knew nothing but what she had learned on her own, which made her wonder if she was even meant to inherit the family position at all.

Setting her book to the side, Allie draped herself on the bed next to her sister with a quiet groan, adopting an exaggeratedly melodramatic pose just like her twin sister, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know Addie, I'm bored too… But I highly doubt Papa's going to be home for dinner, he never is." In fact, more often than not, her father had stayed late at his office, barely even noticing that he had two daughters, and sometimes not even noticing that they weren't in their beds. Those had been the few occasions that they were lucky enough to avoid his wrath, but she highly doubted that they would get that lucky ever again. Rolling over onto her stomach, she propped her chin up on her hand and looked at her sister, a soft smile and a bored look on her face. "Did I tell you that boy from Chelsea came calling here again? He was looking for a certain redheaded Montague… and it certainly wasn't me. Papa looked like he was going to kill him." A quiet little giggle fell from her lips as she observed her sister's reaction to the presence of the pockmarked starving artist who had seem so captivated with the both of them, but particularly the slightly younger of the two. "He was quite taken with you…"

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[Adelaide Rose Montague]

Being a Montague princess, perhaps in contrary to popular belief, was hard. As Addie lay there on her sister’s bed, languishing in boredom and grief over their lost night in revelry, she couldn’t help but pout. Maybe it was a childish thing to do, immature or even selfish to muse in self-pity, but that didn’t seem to stop her for a second. The fact of the matter was, she and her sister were expected to behave and stay put absolutely all the time, and more often than not these days, staying put meant being cooped up in this old house as though they were treasure to be guarded jealously by a dragon. But the other fact of the matter was that they were two hot-blooded twenty-year old all-American females with an equal love for life and mirroring senses of adventure.

Or, well, perhaps sometimes it was Addie who was just a tad more adventurous. Her sister had the cooler head, the stronger sense of self and what was right versus what was wrong. A compass. Addie’s compass, to perhaps be more specific. Addie had the tendency to be more flippant, more open – where Allie might be a flame in the fireplace, Addie was a brushfire. Same essence, but different temperaments. Allie could become too hot or too cold, whereas Addie had the potential to get out of control. But at the end of the day, they were both fire, and because of it, they understood each other like seemingly no others could.

As much as she wished she could argue with her sister (argue was such a strong word) that their father likely wouldn’t be home for dinner. She wished she could say that she was sure he’d actually come home at a reasonable hour, that he would spend time with them and ask what they’d been up to, even if it had been nothing. But no, Allie was right. Their father never was home for dinner, always too busy with his business for the family he quite literally kept at home. On some level, their body guards that followed them like faithful dogs counted as family, but it just wasn’t the same. She and her sister would be left to their own devices for dinner, as always, and Addie couldn’t tell if she was saddened or aggravated by this news. Possibly a mixture of both.

So she said nothing, at least in response to the observation about their father. The boy, on the other hand… ”What?!” Addie sat up then, twisting to stare down at her sister with an expression that was half scandalized, and half enthralled. ”And where was I? I would have loved to have seen Papa’s face.” Her exclaimed question was a dramatic one, as her pout became even more pronounced, but it was rather obvious that she wasn’t really upset, if the dainty smile that appeared on her face at the sound of her sister’s laughter was any indication.

But wasn’t an entirely innocent smile. It was true, Addie had about as much experience as her sister did when it came to the opposite sex – that is, she had next to none. But of the pair of them, she was perhaps the one who branched out the most, if only because she was looking for something to liven up her day. It wasn’t to say that she was excessively flirtatious, or that she purposefully sought out male company (let alone someone from another faction), but rather, if it found her, she didn’t… resist, too much. Until, of course, things started to get complicated. And a boy coming directly to their house in Tribeca, well… that was a little complicated.

”Taken or not, I don’t want him,” the redhead finally chirped, doing her best to sound as dignified as possible in light of her sister’s teasing, though she couldn’t help but smile. ”You’re the one that dared me to ask him to dance anyway, so I should say that this was all your fault.” Sticking her tongue out, Addie’s gaze swept over their surroundings. ”What were you reading, anyway? Is it any good?” Spotting the book on her sister’s other side, Addie leaned over her, reaching for the little volume as her mind wandered in trying to figure out some kind of plan for excitement. As her fingers closed around the book, Addie froze as a figurative lightbulb went off in her head.

Turning a mischievous look to her sister, Addie quirked up an eyebrow. ”You know,” she said slowly, and contemplatively, as though she hadn’t quite decided if this was a good or a bad idea yet. ”We could see if we could break in into Papa’s office. There might be something interesting in there.”