Louisa nodded when her cousin asked her to tell her what she’d found out. “Alright, I shal let you know what I find out. You should be alright, as I’ve been keeping watch, but it is good to be for certain.” Louisa smiled at her cousin’s offer to dance with her. “Even if I had decided to marry, it’s doubtful I would gain any suitors. Though, as you know, I am not bothered by that.” Bainbridge’s eyes traveled to Bridget, and Louisa’s gaze followed him. “Yes, we have been acquainted. She has advised me to change my perfume. I do not wish to be offensive, and she has recommended I change my perfume to a lighter scent. What are your thoughts on what I should use? I was thinking Iris.” She nodded when Bainbridge complimented Bridget. ”I certainly agree. You know I rarely praise others, but she certainly deserves it. Yes, dancing is hard enough. Yet, imagine doing it without being able to see. I sincerely hope we can talk more. She’s very kind, and one of the few people that don’t cause me annoyance. Alright, if you wish to dance with her, then go. Please enjoy, and tell her that I said hello.” She gently gave her cousin a push in Bridget’s direction, smiling coyly.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Bainbridge
@Bluecookies - Bridget mentioned
Approachable
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dance two: albina northwick dance ~ ending
Atlas could hear the disappointment in Albina’s voice, even if she tried to hide it. He began to feel guilty; perhaps he had given her hopes of thinking he could be interested in her. Yet, all he could really feel for Albina was lust. Sure, she caught his attention, for she was very beautiful, and within their small conversation, he could see she was someone he would love to have around. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances, Atlas would not have hesitated to pursue her, but the only reason he had brought her out to dance was because he was attempting to prevent his sister from dancing with the prince any longer, and of course he could not tell her any of this. For all Albina knew, she had caught Atlas’s eyes across the room, and he knew he was in the wrong for thinking this, so he wouldn’t blame Albina if she decided not to talk to him after this, and who knows if after this she would go and tell Adeline of their encounter on the dance floor, in which case Adeline would try to confront him about it. Great. He sighed. This is why Atlas hated talking to new people; he had a habit of talking to them as if he knew them for a long time, and they were aware of how much of a flirt or tease he could be. Though he wondered if perhaps Belle was the only one who really understood his persona, which in a way was not fair to Albina since Belle and him could be described as the same person, it was as if someone had taken a piece from his soul and made the girl version of him, Belle.
“I truly apologize if I sent you mixed feelings, Lady Albina.” Atlas finally spoke before she continued to speak. “It was not my intention, and I really hope you do not think you are not an amazing woman.” Before continuing, he gave her a slight smile and said, “I am glad to hear that you are not someone who needs a hero in her story; that is how I know you are an amazing woman who is meant for great things.” Atlas genuinely meant that. He was the last thing this woman needed; he knew Albina did not need a man who could not give her his full attention and support. He hoped for her to find someone who could fully fulfill her needs and desires.
Atlas gave Albina a respectful bow as the dance came to an end, then led her to the side, taking her hand and holding it between his own. “Lady Albina, I want to apologize once more for what I said before. I was just enjoying the time with you, and I said whatever came to mind. But I really believe that you should travel the world with the person you love. I think it would be more exciting and fulfilling to explore the world with someone who you feel at home with wherever you go, and I truly do not believe that I am that person for you.” He said to her as he maintained his gaze on her, hoping that she would understand and accept his apology.
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Banbridge smelled the air from where he was standing and after a few seconds of pondering he said. “If the smell you’re currently wearing is too potent for her and seeming as you intendt to stay her friend and not want to make her uncofortable by your scent, I would suggest something with a weaker, subtler scent, and something more floral which would be more natural to her ofalctory senses. I’d suggest jasmine but that is too sultry considering it might attract the most annoying type of vermin … Men. Rather, I’d say something that smells simmilar to jasmine but with a hint of vanilla in there, which would be honesuckle. Irish or honeysuckle could both work, but then again you’re never limited to wearing just one scent everytime you go out in public.”
As Louisa praised Bridget, which is something rarely to be heard from Louisa, Bainbridge smiled and thought about Bridget in a new way. He was fond of her before, but seeing even Louisa take well to her, he felt even happier than before to be considered her friend. “Dear cousin, I know you scarcely give out such compliments, but I’m not at all surprised you do so now. However, I would be surprised had I not known Bridget and had I not known she is worthy of such a praise. I will greet her in your na … hey!” He playfuly said hey as she pushed him towards Bridget, smiling at her before turning to see Bridget as she was still dancing with the gentleman.
@Ouijaloveletters - Louisa
@Bluecookies - mentioned
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Conversation with Adeline DeLaney (@sunflowerjm) ~ongoing~
Amidst the haze of alcohol, Orpheus’ thoughts trailed in a labyrinth of confusion and sadness as he stood far too close to Adeline.
In his inebriated state, he clung to the fragments of memories and unresolved emotions of each passing lady he came across this evening. Each sip had been an attempt to drown his sorrows, but instead, it seemed to amplify them, casting shadows upon the fractured landscape of his mind. There was a sadness that loomed like a heavy cloud, one that felt insurmountable in the moment, as if the weight of the world rested upon his shoulders.
[color= #E7D27C]”You have been drinking too much again.” [/color] Adeline’s words came as a gentle tug on his mind, pulling him back into his body and the present moment. She was right, as she normally was. The alcohol had quickly caught up to him, swirling with the precariously dark thoughts Orpheus kept damned up behind his usually noble, sunny disposition.
The room spun, creating a distorted blur, and his words slurred into an incoherent symphony as he spoke.
[color= #BC0057] “Notevenkindofenough…” [/color] He mumbled, his mind still racing with the pain of each lingering conversation and the confusion of his unfinished relations. There was an unease rooted so deep in his chest, its branches tightening around his lungs, causing his breathing to be cut short.
He was on the verge of breaking down.
In that fragile moment, his emotions swirled like a tempest within, threatening to break the dam of composure he had so carefully constructed. Orpheus could feel the burning sting behind his eyes, the telltale sign that tears were waiting, eager to escape.
Yet, he knew he could not surrender to their embrace, not here, not now. The world demanded stoicism, and he had to wear that mask, concealing the turmoil beneath at whatever cost to his own mental well-being. With a silent resolve, Orpheus clenched his fists, willing himself to hold back the flood of tears, to keep the vulnerability locked away.
He did not speak another word as Adeline led him back out into the night once again.
Orpheus knew he had placed his friend in an uncomfortable situation where she would have to choose between her own night and attempting to repair his, yet he felt there was no one left to turn to and he needed to be stopped before he did something he regretted.
Adeline had always provided him a sense of comfort. A deeper level of connection and trust that he had only felt once before. Their bond was forged through a shared brotherly loss, a hollow longing for a new sibling relationship that they both happily filled for each other. In the place of his own kin, she stood with open arms, always.
As the walls of the ballroom caved in around him, he could think of nowhere else to rest except her embrace, even if she were to chastise him for his drunken habits.
Orpheus had arrived to Adeline’s drunken and disorderly on more than one occasion. In fact, after the loss of Aurelia and the death of his brother, his visits became frequent. A slurred mess of a man he once was, stumbling into her garden night after lonely night, soaking wet, always wet, and desperate for the closeness others had taken with them as they left him alone again.
He somehow always found himself alone.
Yet, as Adeline took his hand and led him onto the balcony of the ballroom, he felt the necessity of clinging onto his composure lessen, his damned up anxieties and frustrations beginning to spill over.
Orpheus attempted to take in the night air, his chest shaking and straining to oblige as the panic rose.
Just as he was about to unfurl the woes of the night unto Adeline, a pair of familiar voices caught his ear. A tuned ear. A trained ear. One that could pick out a name through whispers in the wind, and his heart dropped to his stomach as his mind connected the noise to faces.
Aurelia
He could recognize her at the slightest of sounds or swiftest of glimpses. He knew her better than he knew himself.
She was out here again. Only this time, with a man.
Ilyas Keats
His voice rang like a warning siren sending a sharp pain through Orpheus’ mind. A pain that lingered, one he pushed down time and time again, yet it crawled its way from the depths of his heart back to the surface once more.
He could not believe the vision his eyes laid before him as he glanced toward the two standing, far too close for Orpheus’ liking, at the railing of the balcony.
[color= #BC0057] “Lia…Whatare you-“ [/color] Orpheus spoke so softly it was as if he was whispering to himself. His words spilled together in a drunken attempt to focus on what he was seeing.
As the waves of sadness crashed against the shores of his heart, a transformation began to take place. The initial helplessness and sorrow, like a heavy fog, gave way to a simmering anger that smoldered deep within. It was as though the sadness had kindled a fire of frustration, fueled by a sense of injustice and betrayal.
The tears that had threatened earlier now morphed into a scalding rage, each emotion igniting the other like a chain reaction. The panicked grasp of emotion in his chest lifted into a twisted anger as the profound sense of disorientation gave birth to a sobering, fiery determination to confront the source of his pain.
The person who had always been the source of his pain.
In that turbulent transition, sadness and anger danced together, a dance of emotions that demanded acknowledgment and resolution.
It was if a switch had flipped.
Without another thought, Orpheus felt his feet carry him over toward Aurelia, placing his body between her and Ilyas. A familiar stance, one that pained his heart with nostalgia.
It was a place he had stood many times before. Facing Ilyas, shielding Aurelia, ready for a fight.
[color= #BC0057] “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Keats?!” [/color] Orpheus spat, pushing Ilyas back slightly with an open palm, his drunken slurs seemingly giving way to sobering rage.
With each passing moment, the embers of resentment burned brighter, fueled by the frustration of feeling powerless in the face of the uncontrollable circumstances the night continued to present him.
There was a strange and confusing mix of sadness, longing, love, hate, fear, and desire that hung his thoughts in a twisted knot. He fought the urge to grab Aurelia and pull her close, ushering her away from the man who stood before them now. A man he resented more than anyone.
A man he had grown to hate.
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Adeline (@sunflowerjm)
Aurelia (@benitz786)
Ilyas (@Madilfill)
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Harrison couldn’t help but let out a chuckle , his eyes glinting with amusement when Corin accidentally addressed him as “Lord.” “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he chortled, his voice filled with jest and teas., “You’ll become accustomed to it soon enough, my dear friend. You see, I am but a lord in title and, well, more than a few responsibilities, but beyond that, I am simply just Harrison, Michelangelo if you prefer the middle names.” He said giving Corin a friendly pat on the back.
Indeed, Harrison’s words were a honest honey- if he was not a already born a noble heir, a titled man then he would never have become titled. If he was simply just any other high class man or a commoner, the queen would have not even considered making him titled because Harrison was definitely not the type of influence she wished in the ton, not a role model. He was simply a representative of a lot of the high class wishes, what they would wish to do if they were not held by society’s restraints, which yes Harrison is also held by- but see, the thing with Harrison is not the chains he is held by are quite loose. He acts as if the chains do not exist, and always finds loopholes to get him out of real trouble. If there’s a loop, there’s a way and Harrison always found a way. That was what made a lot of people fond of him, he represented all the things they did not have the courage to commit, he represented passion and fire.
He, and Harrison would bodly say was a true art piece, a true renaissance man. Call him cocky, daring, prideful- Harrison would admit he was all this and more, but he was not vain because vanity was just not him, a weakness indeed- that was not Harrison’s. Pride, where there is a real superiority of the mind, pride will always be under good regulation. If one has things to proud of, while shall they not be proud? harrison wondered, did the world expect everyone to belittle themselves and become little so it can contain everyone? If yes then Harrison would not do that- he shall not be little, after all he was everything but little in many aspects- cough and besides he was quite tall, 6’3, in his 24 years of living, he has not really seen a taller man than him in the ton, he was part of the tallest men alive and he wore that as badge of honor- adding more to why Harrison was quite prideful. He did not to reach to be somebody.
"But yes dear Corin, I am a traveler. I have traveled a lot, seen the world, the oceans and the seas have become my best friends. I have befriended many sailors, and many merchants and traders, and I have been to the most beautiful of country. Greece I would say is quite gorgeous, as well as India and Italy- oh my do I love italy, so filled with arts so filled with beauty and yet a lot of restrains. I could write poetry still about Venice, about Florence, about Rome. Harrison said going into details about his favorite places to travel to- he also told Corin about all the beautiful ladies he had met, and promising young gents he had befriended across countries. “One day though, when my responsibilities as earl are less busy, I do wish to travel to Ethiopia. I heard Ethiopia is very beautiful,” Harrison had said the last part in a whisper, his voice a little horse as he stared into the distant before he shook his head. His smile returning, although a little sad, it was there. Aah, Ethiopia, quite a beauty country he had heard. He shall like to see it one of this days for many many reasons.
He wondered- how was life over there for her? he had heard she had crossed to there, reaching her home but how was she? Somedays- that was a lie, everyday harrison thought of her, if she would have agreed to it- he would have married her at the young age he was. Made her his lady and introduce her to high society in England, his mother would have loved her, his sisters too and as well as his brothers, and he could have taken her to the underground, showed her what truly he does and taken her on a travel and they would have been on the top of a roof and danced with candles and the moonlight shining over them- he had a feeling that she would look quite beautifully in Candles.
Harrison smiled as Corin offered a subtle laugh, telling him not to fret on what could have been. "You are quite right dear friend, I should be thinking about what is already happening. My present, the past is past, something that should be held unto but be past. There are so many greats things in the present, like meeting you, and In a way-in a shape or form Ilyas returning here. Though, he shall still one of this days fill my fists, two for what he did back when we were younger, trying to make me lose. Harrison said remembering how he and Ilyas had met as little kids in a race.
Thinking about it brought a smile to his face, though Harrison was still quite upset with Ilyas, the memories he had with him when Ilyas was the Ilyas he knew and not a traitor @ss btch and not one that would leave him so deserted.
He looked inside the building and nodded- yes he was ready to go inside and introduce Corin to the world inside. As they made their way inside, Harrison having a usual smirk on his face that made quite a lot of girls turn and giggle at him and he tipped his hat offering smiles to them, even to one who was already engaged, while shaking his head in laughter. He has not yet found the one he shall dance too for the second round, very beautiful ladies around here but not one thats interested him or were like the arts, they were just boring beautiful paintings but not true ‘art forms’ but either ways that was not what he was looking for right now- someone he could dance with. he was looking for someone Corin could be introduced too. And Harrison definitely had to pick quite well, he could not have his new friend dance with a boing woman on his introduction to England, he looked around trying to see which woman was not already dancing, who shall be good for Corin?
It seemed that all the most interesting ladies were already on a dance, he titled his head till he came upon a brunette. Aaaah yes, a brantley! She did look like one and Harrison remembers her from somewhere but he could not pin point quite well- all he knew though was that she was a brantley and was she not lady Belle friend? She was not titled, that much was through, but access to that particulr brantley girl who was friends with quite a lot noble girls, could open a lot of doors for Corin. Harrison did not know much about her, but was praying that the gorgeous lady could hold an interesting conversation. If she was mean, that was also favorable, mean people amused him sometimes- though he did not know whether Corin shared that same senitment. “That girl,” Harrison said using his head to point to the brantley girl, “Do you find her lovely?”
@DandelionKate - corin
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@Madilfill - ilyas
@Ouijaloveletters -louisa at the end
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Dance II • With Azucena // Ending, with albina
Cassian couldn’t help but be thoroughly entertained by Azucena’s playful banter. She had a quick wit that matched his own, and he admired her ability to keep the conversation engaging.
“Ah, my lady, you see through me," he replied with a grin, admiring her confidence. “Indeed, I believe you may want something… or rather someone, and that someone just might be me.” He matched her playful tone, a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke.
As they continued to converse, Cassian couldn’t help but appreciate Azucena’s curiosity. She was genuinely interested in getting to know him, and it intrigued him.
“Specialties indeed,” he said with a smile. "And yes, I would most certainly catch you if you were to fall again. Consider it a gentleman’s duty to come to the rescue”
Azucena’s curiosity about his homeland sparked Cassian’s playful side. He flashed her a charming smile and leaned in, as if sharing a delightful secret.
“You know, my dear Azucena,” he began, his voice dripping with playful exaggeration, “my homeland is a place so dull that even the walls are begging for a bit of excitement.”
With a playful smirk, Cassian leaned back, his eyes locking onto hers in a captivating dance of curiosity. “But enough about me,” he uttered, his eyes gesturing toward her as if inviting her to take center stage. “It is your turn now. What’s the enchanting tale behind the lady who stands before me? What makes you, well, you?” His tone was infused with a teasing flirtation, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
“Visiting for several years, you say?” he echoed, genuinely surprised. “I must admit, I’m baffled as to how our paths haven’t crossed before. I would remember seeing a face such as your own”
Her playful reply about saving a space for him on her dance card made him smile. He appreciated the delicate balance she maintained between interest and restraint. “A wise decision,” he replied with a grin and a playful twinkle in his eye “I’m honored to have secured a place,” he added with a playful wink. “But don’t worry, my lady, I do love a good chase.”
As they began to waltz, Cassian led with grace and charm. Her laughter was music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but enjoy their dance together. He smiled in response to her comment regarding her clumsiness, “Well, I must say that you’re proving to be an excellent dancer,” he said, his tone playful. “It is the walking that you shall worry about” he teased her yet again, as they continued to dance.
They continued to sway to the music, enveloped in its enchanting rhythm. Cassian couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of their dance. With a charming smile on his lips, he finally spoke, “It’s been an absolute pleasure dancing with you, Lady Azucena.” a subtle wink in his eye
As the waltz came to an end, he broke away from Lady Azucena with a kind, charming smile gracing his lips. With a gentle bow and a lingering gaze, he bid her farewell. Then turned and gracefully navigated through the bustling ballroom.
In his mind, Cassian yearned for a brief respite from the prying eyes and judgmental gazes that seemed to envelop the room. Exiting the main ballroom, he ventured down a corridor, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. There, he allowed himself a moment to wander and take in his surroundings, finding this well-needed temporary escape from the whirlwind of the social gathering.
Cassian spotted Lady Albina, standing alone in the hallway, tears glistening in her eyes. Concern immediately coursed through him, and he couldn’t ignore the urge to approach her with a comforting demeanor. “Albina-“ he mumbled quietly as gently approaching her, and asked, “what’s troubling you?” His voice was soft, filled with genuine worry as he tried to offer her comfort and support in this unexpected moment. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
@raviola Azucena
@Jass Albina gotta be a quick one tho
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Dance 2: with Ambrose Ramsbury (@benitz786)
Her heart still fluttered with the remnants of anxiety with her earlier unease not entirely forgotten. Yet, the prospect of uncovering the truth behind Ambrose’s boots offered a distraction from the overwhelming atmosphere of the ballroom. Her eyes still glued to his choice of footwear; only did she look up upon hear his hesitation before responding to her inquiry about the boots. His charming smile and deflection of an answer only piqued her curiosity further. “I see,” Phoebe replied sweetly but with a hint of suspicion. “Fashion does have a way of captivating the mind. Although, I find it rather intriguing that such exquisite craftsmanship would be forgotten so easily.”
A mere second after she replied, it had occurred what he had used as a deflection. He asked her to dance, which halted her thoughts on his footwear momentarily. Her cheeks simply flushed a delicate shade of pink, making her lower her gaze in an attempt to hide her bashful smile. Quickly she strived to find confidence in words by answering, “I… I would be honoured to dance with you.” Extending her hand tentatively towards him, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. She was ever so close was pulling her hand away again, arguing with her brain about whether to stay or go.“Lead the way, and perhaps the rhythm will discover the intricate story woven into the very fabric that wraps your feet.” Phoebe finally looked up at him with a playful smile that had the touch of something a little cheeky.
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“Please don’t worry, there haven’t been any mixed feelings on your part as far as I can discern. I value clarity in our interactions, and I appreciate your honesty on love and marriage” she meant these words, honesty was extremely important to her. Sure she did not like that he did not seem romantically interested in her, but she could handle that. It hurt her a bit to see that Atlas had taken her too seriously when she spoke about no one wanting to get to know her however. “Lord Atlas, I must confess, my previous remarks about being undesirable were but joking and whimsy. You need not concern yourself, for I am quite assured of my own worth and capabilities. It was all in good fun.” she chuckled a bit nervously as she spoke. She felt a little bad her joking had made it seem she was not confident in that she was an amazing woman.
The mood shifted, where things had been very playful before, it was now suddenly more tense as soon as Atlas spoke after the dance had ended. “Oh, how kind of you to offer your perspective on what would be more ‘exciting and fulfilling’ for me. I had no idea that my life’s adventures required your expert guidance.” she said sarcastically, being too stubborn to accept his second apology as he had just made things worse for himself. She was most certainly aware that the situation they had discussed would not become reality, it was just something they had had fun with. That was not were her issues lay with what he had said. But clearly he did not understand her at her core, if there was anything she valued more than love it was her freedom. Who was he to decide for her that she should do that with someone she loves only. She could not care less with who it was, as long as she had her freedom and the experience of travel, she was more than willing to sacrifice love. She hated how yet another dance she had enjoyed at moments now would leave a bad taste in her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she said with a hesitation in her voice, “it would perhaps be best if our paths did not cross in conversation once more.”. Before walking away from where they now were, not waiting to hear his reaction, not being able to handle his reaction. She liked Atlas, in a way she had felt connected to him. The combination of his presumptuousness in deciding what is right for her after their dance, and the fact he clearly had stated he neither sought love nor a wife, lead her to walk away from him in more than one way. She knew surrounding herself with him again, it could very well end up in her own heartbreak. Something she wished to prevent from happening. As she walked away, she could feel a tear run across her cheek. She opened the ballroom doors, walking towards the toilets to be able to pick herself up again for a next dance. Tonight had been overwhelming for her this far, she really needed a break.
@sunflowerjm - Atlas
@CerealKiller - Cassian (this is where I imagine Cassian and Albi run into each other, in a quiet hallway with Albi basically crying, just so you know how/where he can approach her when you are done with your interaction)
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Belle had truly found herself in a strange situation, unable to understand what truly what was happening and what she was feeling. Words, her closest companions, had always been her solace in the world. Yet now, when she needed them most, they seemed to elude her. She struggled to find the right words to convey the complex maelstrom of feelings swirling within her or to find a response to Orpheus, but perhaps he did not require a response. He seemed so set on anger and a confusing sadness to truly require a response.
It still shocked her, the situation, but then again who would it not shock? She had never expected Orpheus to be this harsh, well this harsh to her- to others probably, she never truly bought his kindness or humorous act he tried to put on, but if he were to snap at someone Belle would never expect it to be her- because after all she never truly gave him the time of the day did she? Never really gave him access to her thoughts, had she?
His words, Belle would admit to only herself and to God if there was one, that it made her feel sorry. Perhaps it was the fact he was drunk and so emotionally unstable that made her feel pity for him, as he turned his heel and began to walk away, while she just stared her expression truly and utterly confused. Belle had never truly intended for her words to wound him so deeply, she had not thought he would be that hurt, she had honestly thought that he would take it as another Belle being Belle after all it was in her reputation to be cruel- to be a thorn and she was especially cruel to him with her indifference towards him, it was something he was used too. Something that he knew all so well about, so what had confused him so? Had he truly thought that she trusted him? When she had not even shared anything with him and when belle was known for keeping to herself and expressed her annoyance towards him, he had still expected trust? Well, a lot of people did quite have the audacity. Still, she could understand where he was coming from. In love, one could still not harbor trust and in hatred, one might unexpectedly place trust, in annoyance there could be trust too and Belle did trust some people she found herself annoyed by or disliked, so she could understand why he had thought that perhaps she had trusted him and perhaps she should have been kinder with her words. A drunk man was an unstable man, one whose emotions no know bound and he already seemed so hurt before- so lost and thinking about someone. Belle should have probably asked again what had happened, but that had escaped her when she was too busy asking the questions she had always wanted to ask when he would be near her and she would be cold him.
She stared as he walked, her expression turning into something that even if Belle was giving a mirror to see, she would not be able to explain it quite well as she could not even explain her emotions right now. She then shook her head with a sigh, ‘why do i even care if he is hurt?’ Since when had belle cared about his feelings? Or ever felt sorry for him? What should she be sorry for, for being truthful? She was taught that honesty was the best policy! And it was not like her words were so cruel it was wretched, her words were normal, really she should not be feeling sorry- she should not be caring. Lord Orpheus was just getting into her head, confusing her thoughts! She did not care about this whole situation, she did not really… did she?
Regardless, Belle thinks it was time for a drink- that situation had surely made her throat dry and her head cloudy, she needed some relaxation, to collect her thoughts, especially because the situation had giving her an idea for something. A very strange situation but a very interesting idea Belle had, but that idea would have to wait till she reached home. She was walking towards the table with drinks when she had seen Louisa standing doing nothing and Belle had approached her, sliding her arm into her dear friend and turning Louisa to face her with a bright smile. “Oh Louisa my own heart! We must drink, I have a lot to tell you and a lot to think about”, She said as she walked Louisa towards the table, “Though you have probably already drank a lot, and I do not wish for you to get so sick with drinks, it seems to make the mind go insane and filled with confusion”. She said in reference to her situation with Orpheus, “But I do not wish to drink alone nor do I wish to be approached and no one will approach me if we are talking so talk to me dear friend. How have you been? Because I have not been the best, truly I should have stayed in France, I do not know why my parents made me go to England- ok that is a lie, I do know why my mother wants me in England, her opinions very her’s but France was far more calming, though I did do a lot of things to not make it so calm.” Belle said slightly wincing at the last part as she remembered the little ‘troubles’ though she not think of them as actual troubles but her taking her agency that the world seems she did not deserve because she was a lady. “How has England been treating you? Because after this season end, hopefully I find a way to go earlier than when the season ends, I will return back to france and live there forever, perhaps travel to russia or Germany some times. You would come with me right? We will live together like we have always promised, and we would be as happy as ever and we shall achieve all that we need to achieve,” Belle said as she took her first sip of the drink, the alcohol in it already making her giddy. Unlike wine it seems, this drink she had picked was a little bit stronger and Belle was not the most tolerant when it comes to alcohol.
@Ouijaloveletters - Louisa
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@DandelionKate - orpheus
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Gently pushing her cousin towards Bridget, she couldn’t help but chuckle at his protests. She then turned towards the table containing drinks, pouring herself a generous glass. She might as well forget this night ever happened. Then, Louisa let out a short scream, feeling an arm slip into hers, spinning her around. Nearly punching said person in the face, she exhaled when she realized it was just Belle. “Goodness, Belle! Do not sneak up on me!” Belle had commented that she’d most likely started drinking, Louisa shook her head. ”This actually happens to be my first drink. You know that I know my limits. Of course I shall drink with you. We seem to have the same idea.” Louisa couldn’t help but laugh softly at how similar their mindsets were. ”Certainly, I would love to return to France and travel with you. It would be a true pleasure.” Taking a generous gulp of the drink in her hand, she sighed. Could she not be in bed? It seemed not.
@Kristi - Belle
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Aurelia’s gaze remained fixed on him, and her voice held a mix of exasperation and frustration as she responded to his question.
“When have I ever been a fan of games?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer, closing the distance between the two of them; perhaps far closer than the two of them should have been. “Oh, do refrain, Ilyas. When have you not?” Her tone carried a hint of accusation as she met his gaze once again. “Our entire childhood was a game to you. You are aware of it, I am aware of it, and the entirety of the ton knows that you take every little thing and twist it for your own pleasure.”
Aurelia’s gaze bore into his, and her voice lowered, laden with a heavy dose of skepticism. “Perhaps you do not engage in the same dalliances as the vulturous mamas in there, but just like everyone else, you thrive on the play. The genuine question is: have you ever once acted as if something were not a game?”
Why was he doing this? Today of all days, on Aurelia’s first return to society, she found herself already juggling the unwanted idiocracies of men she had no interest in. It was supposed to be a night of new beginnings and hopeful prospects, not dealing with one of the worst of them all: Lord Keats - a man who she truly believed was utterly irredeemable.
However what honestly surprised her was his reaction to her next question. When she had asked if he truly expected her to believe he cared, she expected some form of a mocking response or a snide remark. However, all she received was a nod from the man.
There was never a time when Aurelia would have expected Ilyas Keats to be rendered speechless. That brief moment of unease lingered between them, and she had half-expected him to retort in response to her frustration. Yet, instead, he simply closed his eyes.
What was going on? The unexpectedness of his behavior left her baffled and, to some extent, disarmed. Her words were leaving her mouth as if they were automatic… and honestly… she truly did not even know what she was saying anymore. Something about making her family happy which was, in her defense, true. A stark contrast to his next words, however - the first time she’s heard him speak within the last few minutes.
“Well, my dear, it seems to me, I care more about your happiness than your own family does.” His words hung in the air, a strange mixture of arrogance and something else that she couldn’t quite decipher. She found herself caught in his gaze, her defenses slowly falling as his sincerity became more apparent.
“What… am I supposed to say to that? I do not even know you, Lord Keats, and you dare accost me, telling me you care about me. Why? What in heaven’s name are you tryi…”
Aurelia’s words were abruptly cut off as she felt a slight force pushing her back, momentarily distorting her senses. When she regained her composure, she realized that Orpheus had now positioned himself between her and Lord Keats, assuming a protective stance that sent a clear message of his intentions. She hadn’t even heard him join her on the balcony. Allowing her eyes to wander, she found that another close friend, Adeline, had also discreetly appeared on the patio, standing across from where they were.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing, Keats?!”
This situation felt all too familiar: Orpheus stepping in to protect her from Ilyas, like a recurring scene from their childhood. It stirred a sense of déjà vu that left Lia feeling unexpectedly vulnerable, a feeling she despised. Ilyas had a knack for making her feel this way, and she resented it deeply. However, something was different this time: the intensity in Orpheus’ actions, the way he forcefully pushed Ilyas away, made her realize that this wasn’t just a reenactment of their past encounters.
Something felt amiss, and while Lia couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact nature of the problem, she had an unsettling sense that trouble was brewing. Her gaze briefly met Adeline’s, and the unease she saw reflected in her friend’s eyes heightened her own apprehension.
As she looked at Orpheus, Lia noticed a profound change in him, which was unusual given the short time that had passed since she last saw him. It sent shivers down her spine and intensified her unease. She had a nagging feeling that they were all treading on thin ice.
Turning her attention back to Ilyas, she spoke, her voice composed but firm, “Lord Keats, I believe it might be time for you to take your leave. We shall continue our conversation at a more… suitable time.”
@DandelionKate @sunflowerjm @Madilfill - meh. I’m tired
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Hectic- Rm
Belle’s lips had curled when Louisa asked her to not sneak on her, “But dear Louisa, if you were paying attention then this would not be a sneak! I was simply making sure if you were paying attentions to your surroundings and it seems you were not.” It was always important to be on your toes like the dancers, Belle thinks because you never know the people who may sneak up on you- especially know that she needed to be cautious in order to not cause another possible scandal, or to have something unfavorable happen.
But even without the seriosity of what was not happening- forcefully debuting with her aunt by her side, who Belle had to make sure to not disappoint much while she was here, in order to make sure what was promised is secured, Belle would have still be incredible cautious and on her thoughts. It was in her nature she thinks- to never truly be relaxed, to always be perceiving while disliking being perceived, to never truly trust anyone- not even Louisa or Atlas, though they may think otherwise and Belle liked to think otherwise too. But when it came to trust, such things was not easy for Belle. The people she trusted the much- Louisa and Atlas, she only truly trusted them by an 87%, because although Belle does not truly think they would ever betray her- or at least she hoped they would not do her like Brutus did Ceasar, if they were under a form of torture or a monarchy had asked them to reveal something about belle, there was a chance they might reveal it for their safety and for the safety of those they cared about and Belle did not fault them much as after all it was human nature to feel fear and Belle did at times feel fear, but there was no fear great enough to make her reveal a secret that was meant to be a secret or to betray a friend.For others that might not be the case, and that was okay, truly.
"Always be on your toes, Louisa! What if it was not I but an old man, who wished to dance with you? One who was already showing signs of greying, and a belly not of pregnancy as a male but of alcohol " Belle said with a teasing voice as she scolded her dear friend for not paying more attention to her surroundings. Being around Louisa was truly relaxing and fun for Belle, there was so much to say to her and so much to hear from her. Louisa simply got Belle, she understood and knew how to handle Belle when she would go on her rants or get lost in her thoughts. Belle eyes lit up excitedly, when Louisa said that she would drink with her, as as they drank, they of course talked. Belle eyes flickering towards Louisa to the crowd, trying to see if she could find the lady she was looking for. Aurelia, it has been long since Belle had seen Lady Aurelia and last she had heard, Aurelia had been in an accident and Belle’s mind was filled with worry and she had also wanted to tell Aurelia about one of ‘the meetings’ to be had. So where was the Ellis girl, Belle thought to herself as she drank- she probably should not be drinking much, after all she had to be alert and she was not the best when it came to drinks but she was with Louisa right now, nothing serious will happen or eventful will happen again because Belle would not dance again and should would stick to those she had already made friends with. “How was your day so far Louisa? Because mine had already giving me a headache. I do not know if you saw but I had danced twice, unlike what I planned and one, the one with Atlas was quite favorable and I enjoyed myself much but the other one has left me in a state of confusion. I need your opinion on whether my words were cruel or not, do you think that telling someone that your heart holds no trust for them is cruel?” Perhaps Louisa was not the best person to be asking this question, because if Belle was considered cruel then Louisa was definitely crueler than her but Belle did not know who to ask right now and all she wanted to do was talk with her dearest friend. So she asked,taking another cup of drink to sip her expression like that of a puppy.
@Ouijaloveletters - Louisa
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@benitz786 - Lia
@sunflowerjm - Atlas
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Beckham. My name is Finch Ridlington.”
Bridget smiled softly as she curtsied, “Please, Lord Ridlington, the pleasure is all mine." “Might I add that you look quite beautiful tonight.” Her cheeks flushed pink at such a compliment, “Surely you must think the same of all the other women of the ton, I hardly think I stand out amongst them." “While I have you here, my lady,” He started, centering himself in front of her in an attempt to seem more sure of himself and to shift from their accidental collision to a proper invitation. Bridget slightly tilted her head, it sounded as if he was moving, perhaps he had changed his mind, but then he had stopped moving, directly in front of her. "“Would you do me the honour of having this dance?” Bridget’s cheeks were now as red as roses, she didn’t know how to respond. A man, a Lord, had asked her to dance. Perhaps it meant nothing and he was simply being respectful and making his rounds, whatever the case Bridget curtsied once more, “I would be delighted, My Lord."
@Caticorn ~ Finch
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Dance 2: with Lady Lydia (@novella).
Thinking still on the verbal spar with Dorothea, he was quite pleased with how it had concluded. However, he was not pleased with where it had taken place; at the first ball of the season of all places. Firstly, so many ladies were clumsy on their feet this season, and secondly, he was worried on the backlash that his words to these women would cause for if they were overheard. Particularly when it gets back to his queen. Although not thinking too long on this, as Lydia’s voice interrupted his thoughts, startling Magnus back to the present. Quickly shifting his focus, a genuine smile formed on his face as he recognised a familiar presence. “Lady Lydia,” Magnus greeted her, bowing his head. “Ah, forgive me, I was lost in contemplation. It’s a pleasure to see you once more.”
He took a moment to gather himself and gaze at Lydia, taking her beauty and elegance in. “It has? Here I was thinking that we have spoken many a time this past year. Although enough on that, as your timing couldn’t be more perfect, as I found myself being a kind of cloaked obstacle.” Magnus paused a moment. “But enough about that, I’m eager to hear about your own experiences this evening. What tales have unfolded for you amidst the grandeur of this ball?” Then lowering his voice to probably one marked as a conspiratorial whisper, Magnus leaned in, “Or perchance, have you embarked on a covert adventure, one that you would be willing to share with a fellow excitement seeker?”
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@CerealKiller - Dorothea
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No Dance: Conversation w/ Harrison Davis ~ongoing~
Standing in the lavishly adorned ballroom, Corin knew he was very much out of place. The lavish setting and the symphony of chatter and music enveloped him like a swirling vortex of grandeur; a kind of elegance he was far from accustomed to. Corin cast a furtive glance around, his eyes darting from one finely dressed guest to another, each seemingly more confident and poised than the last.
It was strange. In a way he felt so foreign, so out of place, yet he held his head higher and his chest more firm. There was a contagious sort of uniformity, and he almost felt at ease among strangers knowing they each had to put in as much effort to please each other as he did.
In a world so full of pretense, no matter the nation, Corin had grown accustomed to navigation of many sorts. From raging seas, to uncharted lands, and ballroom pleasantries alike, a network of this caliber was a welcomed challenge to his cartographical prowess as well as his usually reserved demeanor.
Corin’s fingers toyed with the hem of his sleeve and gloves, ensuring their coverage yet again as he stared through the crowd.
The matchbox that sat in his pocket seemed to burn his thigh, his hands longing to slide across the cool metal of the frame.
He refrained.
Such a nervous tick was surely noticeable among the ton, and Corin, being title-less, needed to appear as self-assured and noble as any other eligible bachelor present.
[color= #d4af37] “That girl,” [/color] Harrison nodded toward a small brunette in the corner of the room. [color= #d4af37] “Do you find her lovely?” [/color] He asked, a small smirk at the edge of his cheeks.
Just as Corin opened his mouth to respond, a young blonde swooped in, linking arms with the brunette Harrison had pointed out.
Belle Rose Fleur
Corin had not imagined the girl to stray so far from France. In fact, he had rather hoped he would not see her again for as long as he lived. His quick departure from France, was, in part, due to her existence within its borders.
Corin had formed a foul taste in his mouth in regards to Belle. Their distain dated back to their childhood years in academy. Corin knew Belle to be cruel, manipulative, and lacking the decorum of a lady of renown.
In fact, many people often compared Arista, his lost love, to Belle in their time at school. Arista was fiery, rebellious, and often way too curious for her own good. In many ways, they were extremely similar.
Corin often laughed as others compared the two. He found the similarities coincidental, and the insinuation they were the same disrespectful as he valued Arista greatly. If they were to be the same, he thought, Arista was superior in every aspect.
Corin could not help the look of disgust that crossed his features as Belle waltzed into view. Her curled blonde hair perfectly placed along her light blue dress.
Corin hated how beautiful she always looked. He hated how similar to his love she truly was.
[color= #0E6251] “No.” [/color] Corin said, flatly. [color= #0E6251] “Anyone in relation with Belle Rose Fleur is quite the opposite of lovely I am sure.” [/color] Corin finished his statement, spotting another young girl standing alone.
[color= #0E6251] “That one, there. Do you know of her family? She is quite beautiful.” [/color] Corin stated, looking her over. The girl seemed perfectly suited to motherhood and the roles of a wife. Her features were gentle, her eyes kind, and she held herself with a subtle kind of frailty that attracted him. She did not appear too difficult to maintain, and that was something Corin very much desired in a wife.
However, as he looked upon her, her hands softly wrapped around her untouched glass of champagne, he felt his stomach flutter slightly. A strange sort of sensation he had not felt in some time.
Yes, Corin was more than equip for navigating coastlines and mountain ranges, even social pleasantries did not sway his confidence, yet, it was the path to a woman’s heart he was most unfamiliar with. A path he had fallen onto once by coincidence. One he did not dare walk again. However, the necessity for such a journey was not lost to him.
Corin shoved down any unease or attraction he felt, filling his mind with duty and purpose alone, and turned to Harrison for further instruction.
If she were of decent parentage, perhaps she would be the first woman of interest tonight.
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Harrison (@Kristi)
Maisie (@Littlefeets)
Belle (@Kristi)
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Uptown girl-Billy Joel
The girl, the brantley, Louisa, the one Harrison had spotted had disappeared from his eyes as soon as he had asked Corin the question of whether or not the lady was lovely in his eyes. Taken by her fair-headed friend, the friend who Harrison deemed to perhaps be the most interesting lady in france- if her mother was not included. Because Duchess Margot was truly the most fascinating woman in france, she seemed to be hiding a lot in her eyes that even her paintings show, age be forgotten! If the duchess was not already married to his dear friend Father, than Harrison would have married her, she was filled with mystery that made Harrison wonder about her, how is she and who-outside of being a mother, wife and a duchess was she?
The fleur duchess was truly the most interesting duchess he had seen and met, and Harrison always knew that Belle would be just as interesting, and she was- he had heard tales of her behaviors in france which she seemed to show a little here- but unlike before, it seems that she was accepting dances and Harrison did want to ask her for her dance and as cruel as she could be- he did want to endure the cruelness to know her. She would make such a lovely bride, he thinks and a lovey friend. So when Corin had told him that anyone in relation with the lady- Belle rose fleur was the opposite of lovely, Harrison was amused.
He wondered- what had made him dislike her so? Then he remembered that Corin was french, so it had to do something with france he guesses. How had they met tho? They were surely not in the same social friend group to meet like that, “It seems we do have different tastes,” Harrison said amused, clasping his hands on Corin’s back, "One day I shall ask you about your relation with the lady, but today’s not that day. Harrison said his eyes twinkling as he began to look for another lady. One who seemed to meet Corin’s tastes.
As he looked, Corin had interrupted his looking as he began to talk. Harrison put his hand under his chin as he turned to gaze as the girl Corin was gazing at and a smirk reached his face when he realized who the girl was. Ah yes, Maisie Rutherford, one of the sweetest girls in the ton and from rumors he had heard from Lady Whistledown, the rutherfords were going through economic issues but Harrison knew Baylor well enough to know he would handle that- after all, it would not be very Baylor of him not to handle that. “That lady? I know a lot about her family dear friend and she does seem perfect for you. She is as lovely as day, so be careful with her heart, after all her brother is a friend of mine and she does not deserve a heart break,” Harrison told him as they began to walk towards lady Maisie.
When they had reached the lady, Corin behind Harrison, Harrison had coughed to get Lady Maisie’s attention. “It has been long has it not, my dearest lady? But it has seem that time has surely been good to you or perhaps it has been awful,” Harrison said his tone turning teasing at the end, "No, no it has definetly been kind to you, but perhaps it has been awful your face does look- no no it has been kind, way too kind on you that it is terrifying. I am sorry to blabber but I do have to introduce you to someone, He said taking her hand to kiss the back of it as he did a short curtsie. “You and him I think, would be quite the match and I do know you know a lot of matches, so do create a spark or a flame or whatever you wish to create.” Harrison said as he did a little bow, patting Corin on the shoulder as he gave him a look of encouragement.
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@Littlefeets - Maisie
@Jass - baylor
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Lydia wondered what had been playing on Magnus’ mind prior to her approach, though she decided not to inquire right away. “Oh, indeed, but time has a peculiar way of flowing, Your Grace,” Lydia told him after he had reminded her of their many interactions. “I suppose the focus of the Queens’ presentation and the return of my sister has skewed my perception on time.” Initially most of their interactions had only existed with the presence of Cassian or Aurelia, both of whom he was closer with in very different ways. Even if it was only by a year, it seemed Lydia’s younger age created a natural distance between her and the Prince in such conversation.
Though upon struggling with the absence of her sister, Lydia would like to think she had matured more so over the past year - and the fact became apparent following the change in dynamic between herself and Magnus. More honest, open and comfortable conversation had transpired. It seemed Lydia established her own close relationship with the Prince, as her siblings had before. Hence, as he had mentioned, they had spoken many times in the past year.
As he continued, Lydia wasn’t sure what to make of his self-proclaimed label of a ‘cloaked obstacle’. “Is this a euphemism of some sorts?” She asked with a slight laugh. “Ah, I fear there is no tale worth reciting from the ball quite yet,” Lydia told him as he turned the question onto her. “My parents have been hard at work finding suitors, though that is hardly news,” She continued, disappointed to not be able to provide anything of interest as an answer.
“As much as I would love to say yes,” Lydia began as the pair leaned in, with Magnus hoping she had some form of scheme for him to be involved in. “I believe I ought to limit my rebellious inclinations for the evening - after a questionable presentation to the Queen.” She told him, though it was soon followed by a small, suggesting smile. “Unless, of course, you had any ideas. After all, it would be rather improper of me to oblige to a Prince’s wishes.”
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@CrazyCaliope Magnus Edevane
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~ Dance 1: with Abigail ~
“Society might … I would never. I believe that even when you’re idle and not doing anything important for the world, you’re still able to be awe inspiring to us all with your intelligence and quick reflexes. But then again, I’m not keen of thinking of children to be the same as their parents, nor am I keen on asking them to conform to the same way their parents were. Perhaps because often children are the ones who often pay and suffer for the mistakes of their fathers and mothers, which I don’t condone.” Bruce smiled slightly, “Thank you for your kind words, Miss Brantley, however in my experience of the world I’ve seen, most do not share your beliefs. In some places it is not a mere suggestion, but in fact an expectation that a child follows their parents wherever they may lead. Boys follow their father into war,” Bruce had momentarily paused, no trace of his faint smile could be found, in its place was a cold frown. As he spoke his hand ever so subtly became a clenched fist, the last word held an air of disgust, hatred…and a suspicious sense of familiarity as it evaporated away into the coolness of night. “…And girls, girls and wives sit and wait at home, wait for brothers and fathers and husbands, who may never return.” Bruce finally exhaled once again, releasing the mounting pressure in his chest, “I must ask your utmost forgiveness, My Lady, that was not very gentleman-like of me.” As he turned to face her, she spoke up, “For a split second I thought I could see a resemblance of a scar on your back. Were you hurt when you were stabbed? Sorry for assuming you were stabbed, but the scar is perfectly straight and flat which means only something clean, sharp and thin could’ve done that mark. If it were a disease it wouldn’t look like a line and it wouldn’t have faded so nicely. Tis a shame for it seems it’s whitened so much it’s paler than your own skin which means it will remain seen for a while.” Bruce raised an eyebrow and smirked softly, “Brilliantly worked out. I have met only a few with such a keen eye for detail and deduction.” Bruce slowly lifted part of his shirt up, not revealing too much but enough to show a scar on his front as well. “Through and through, call it luck, destiny, fate, either way, I am most grateful to be alive. As per your question, yes it did, and yes, I was. Whether or not it hurt more or less than my others is another question entirely, and stories for perhaps another day.” He tucked the corner of his white collar undershirt back in and adjusted his vest and tie. “I must say, what intrigues me is that intellect of yours, hidden beneath the surface. I can not help but wonder what other talents you keep hidden.”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Abigail
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Louisa couldn’t help but pout. ”Appologies, Belle. I was lost in my thoughts with my drink. I should have noticed you coming. I must remain vigilant, lest a man take advantage of me. Lord forbid that happen.” Louisa shuddered, making a face. She actually did gag at the thought of what Belle had said. Though, she let out a snort at the pregnancy part. ”My god, Belle! Do not speak like that! You may just give me nightmares. I may just decide to make myself as undesirable as possible. Perhaps I may stop washing all together. I shan’t be accosted then. I suppose I can only pray…” Louisa noticed Belle looking around, but decided not to comment on it. She was possibly just looking for another friend of hers. Louisa was fully aware that she was not Belle’s only friend, and that was alright with her. Let the girl have others to talk to when Louisa did not wish to. Belle should be happy, with or without her. Louisa quietly listened to her friend, showing surprise that she’d danced twice. She tilted her head, thinking when Belle asked if what she had said was cruel. “Belle, I do not believe that is cruel. If you don’t trust someone, I suppose you may as well make it known. If that ruins the relationship, then that would be one less person to break your trust and hurt you. It’s alright. You should not put too much trust in a single person.
@Kristi - Belle
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No dance- chat with Louisa
“And if you do stop washing, you might also succeed in scaring me away like you would scare those men, though I am sure they are used to smelling themselves so would that scare them much hmm?” A thoughtful amused question on her face as she joked with Louisa, being around Louisa was truly freeing, it made Belle feel relax and Belle was hardly relaxed, relaxation was a rare luxury in her life. Her shoulder usually tensed, and her head filled with rambling and her eyes always watching- because after all she had a lot to hide, a lot to guard and a lot to protect. Truthfully, Belle knew that there was a lot to lose, especially when she had been sneakingly selfish. It was a good thing, only one of her secrets will ever get out and only one person will truly get hurt (emotionally) and Belle, Belle will know how to handle that, she could promise a lot and she will do it. Still, it made her feel a little unwell thinking of it- was she truly going to accept it? Even though it might hurt the person who has already been hurt before?
Belle tensed, well, she had to put herself first and then she will find a way to put the person first next time. Astonishing! Belle was just talking about feeling relaxed and then made herself stressed, truly she could not understand her mind nor thinks there is someone out there who could understand her. She paused, as her eyes flickered to Louisa, a fond expression reaching Belle’s face- well maybe, someone could understand her even if Belle believes not fully. “Sorry I was thinking,” Belle said, as she grabbed another drink, sipping on it as they began to talk about the incident that happened to her not so long ago- with Orpheus and the whole trust thing. When Louisa had said that it was not cruel Belle had nodded her head exactly! It was not cruel enough to make someone scorn you!, Exactly what I was saying, i was not being cruel I was being sincere. And then the same was vexxed at me for telling him not to call me by my middle name, we are not even friends actually, so I do not get what made them so vexxed and then I realize he is a man. I simply cannot understand them, well except for Atlas,"
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