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Harrison had given Corin a look when he had suggested that perhaps the eldest Lady of the Ellis family and Ilyas were more attached that he had thought. Ilyas attached to the lady? Ilyas Josiah Keats, the one who shall be duke when he father retires or passes, that same Ilyas? Perhaps there was a different Ilyas that Harrison knew not of, “Do you perhaps know of another Ilyas? one that is not Keats?” Harrison asked but though when he thought about it- the con artist did seem to be Ilyas type in a way.
She had dark features- though she was awfully short, did Ilyas not prefer taller ladies from what he had heard? And tastes do change after all but the con artists as his lady of interests, if she was? Such horrible taste, Harrison thought and Ilyas shall come to see one that one day. He shall come to see that Lady Aurelia Ellis was not someone to be trusted, then again was Ilyas also one to be trusted? After all he had trampled over Harrison’s heart, threw him into a cage- locking him away from Ilyas own heart and threw away the key so it would never be found- no, because Harrison still could not believe he had not even giving him a letter, a single word. Even a ‘I hope life’s treating you fine’ would have been enough, Harrison was not greedy after all, but he had gotten nothing! Was trust truly just a thread that could be cut by the Moirais? Ah, and Harrison had said he would stop focusing his thoughts on Ilyas unless he would be too angry, but his mind was already like the storm. In addition, ilyas as his deareast friend was already to deeply attached to his mind, he was a good friend and like a family to Harrison and this is how Harrison loves- obsessively, like he was drowning in it and he would die if he was separated from it. At his very core, Harrison was a lover and it does take a lot to hurt a man who loves like he breathes.
Enough about all that- Harrison had nodded when Corin had said he was a frenchman- ah he did have somewhat of a french accent a mixture- a nation of the continent of contrasts, of Asia. He quirked a brow when Corin had said he was not that fond of English women- Harrison disagreed and agreed with Corin’s judgment of them. He agreed because perhaps he was too use to english women, but English women tended to be quite strict- english society in general was built and founded on formalities- on strictness, they did not appreciate art or the world around them. “English women are a product of English society after all and English society is quite flawed, it is mindless- no individuality . Everyone thinks the same here in England, it does not take much to convince them that anything is moral or what is not immoral is immoral. Conformity is highly prized, and individuality often takes a backseat. It would do the nation well, to take trips and travel out more, visit the world beyond us”. He criticized as he stare lingered inside the ballroom till he took his eyes off again. " Yet, there’s a certain charm in the predictability of it all, don’t you think? A sort of reassuring familiarity. As boring as it may be- you always know what to expect with English women, and it does not take much to impress them as after all, english society is at its core unimpressive. " This was why Harrison was a traveler- the world around him was far more interesting that what English high society had to offer. Meeting other people with different thoughts intrigued him and learning of new cultures was like a hobby to him- yet it would be a lie to say that Harrison was not fond of his nation, of England as well. With it’s s faults and blandess, it was still a nation he had come to know as home- and he always had hopes for England though perhaps he should not. The architecture was honestly beautiful and the tongues, the language- the language that Shakespeare used, the oh so beautiful English language and the accent was as fine as day. With renowned poets such as Shakespeare claiming your nation as theirs, who could not like England even if it’s only a little bit? In addition, the queen’s ball was like a melting point- you get to meet people from different nations, travelling all the way to court and be chosen as diamonds.
He had also frowned when Corin had said he wanted a wife, not love- a loveless marriage, something of the olden days. Did he not want happiness? Harrison was sure to record of this, one of this days he would ask Corin of this and perhaps when Corin gets married and if he is invited, Harrison is sure to ask, ‘and your wife, do you love her?’ when they are alone.
Corin had returned to his brooding self and Harrison, oh so dramatic had acted as himself, using his hands to shielf himself of Corin’s cold gaze. When Corin had smiled again, Harrison had dropped his hands- ah yes a smile! How good, “See this is what I am talking about a smile! The most beautiful of human expressions I shall say.” Harrison teased dropping his drink on the stone as he crossed his arms his hair blowing through the wind.
When Corin continued to talk, Harrison felt like shedding a tear- He was perfect, truly this was a friend that Harrison needed and would make so much sense in his equation. “You do need to explain yourself dear friend, you are simply perfect, it makes me want to cry. Where have you been all my life? You have to find a way to replay me from being so far away all this time. We were surely meant to meet as youth in another life,” Harrison grinned, "They are some people in this world I see and think- yes, I was definitely meant to meet them, it was my destiny and perhaps we had a different destiny when we had to meet younger but it happened in another world and so we had to meet this way- you are one of the people dear friend. Harrison expressed, expanding his hands as if making a grand presentation. He had then pulled his hand to his chest when Corin had asked him to present him to the women in here, that he needed help. “Well shall we make our way inside so i can present you to the ladies, they are so many interesting ladies this season compared to the other seasons I would say,”