Louisa couldn’t help but agree, giving one of her rare, genuine, smiles. ”I do not mind slow dancing, yet it has always seemed to intimate to me. You know exactly how I feel about that. Yet, oh well. At least I shan’t marry any of these men. It should not hurt to dance. I do not worry about leading any man on. If they take interest in me, tis their fault, not mine. All they are are pleasure obsessed. I suppose I am the same, yet I am referring to two different types of pleasures.” Louisa screwed up her face, making a small sound. Men were rather…she didn’t know how to put it to word, but they gave her the Ick. As the next song began to play, Louisa’s lips formed into a grin, and she kicked up her heels, staying far enough from Bainbridge as to not break his shins…for the second time. That would be extremely embarrassing, and she may just die. She chuckled, nodding. ”Yes, I am very glad you taught me and hold no ill will towards me for breaking your shin. It would appear I have a stronger kick than I had first believed. At Bainbridge’s next words, Louisa snorted, covering her mouth. ”Yes, that is very correct. You have a way with words, something I have enjoyed when speaking with you. Men are flies, yet also bees. They can have a harsh sting when they so wish.”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Bainbridge
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Augustus decided to take a brief break from dancing. He found a corner, away from the lively music and the bustling crowd, where he could collect his thoughts. He had begun to feel more at ease in the grand ballroom. His shoes, now more broken in, no longer squeaked with each step, allowing him to move gracefully and confidently across the floor.
Despite all the coaching and practice scenarios he had undergone at the hands of his older sister Marcella and his mother, he couldn’t help but acknowledge the difference between those simulated situations and the real thing. Talking to women of course.
In his mind, he mused, *Ah, Marcella and Mother did their best to prepare me for moments like this, but there’s an undeniable authenticity to these interactions that can’t be replicated in practice.
As he stood there, he couldn’t help but think about his dogs back at home. They were his loyal companions, and he wondered what they might be up to at this very moment. TAs Augustus took a moment to relax and think about his dogs back home, a mischievous grin crossed his face. His dogs, a lively and spirited bunch, always managed to provide him with endless amusement.
He recalled one particular incident when they had managed to liberate an entire platter of freshly baked scones off a table at a tea his mother was hosting. When he had discovered them by the fence, the dogs, with guilty expressions, had scone bits clinging to their fur. Augustus couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory, as it had taken quite some time to clean up the chaos.
His thoughts then turned to his sister, and this time, it was with fondness and happiness. He remembered how she had loved attending balls, and he recalled the story of how she had met the love of her life at one. Augustus still remembered the twinkle in her eyes whenever she spoke of him. It was a heartwarming memory, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy for her. Elvina had a special place in his heart, and he couldn’t help but reminisce about her. Augustus felt a deep sense of happiness for his sister, and her memory added a layer of warmth to the evening’s festivities. He knew that Elvina’s love story was a reminder that sometimes, amidst the grandeur of a ball, true love could be found, and he couldn’t help but hope that such magic might touch the lives of those around him as well.
Elvina’s absence was keenly felt, especially during events that she had loved so dearly. Augustus remembered how she had adored balls and how he wished she was here to guide him through his first social seasons. Her laughter, her wisdom, and her not so gentle presence were dearly missed.
But his family had grown adept at adapting to loss. They had learned to cherish the memories and keep their loved ones alive in their hearts. Augustus knew that Elvina’s spirit lived on in the stories they shared and the love they continued to give one another.
Augustus took a moment to savor the ambiance of the ball, appreciating the familiar faces around him and the lively atmosphere of the social scene. He took a moment to glance around and noticed familiar faces, some of whom he had known for years through various social events and gatherings. It was a comforting feeling, being surrounded by friends and acquaintances.
Augustus swayed to the music there by himself, letting the elegant melodies of the ballroom orchestra carry him away. The music had a way of sweeping him off his feet, and he couldn’t help but nod along in appreciation of the skilled musicians.
However, as the music flowed and each instrument added its unique voice to the symphony, there was one particular instrument that made Augustus cringe ever so slightly. It was as if a discordant note had crept into the otherwise harmonious composition.He discreetly winced as the sound of the instrument grated against his ears. Despite the momentary dissonance, he remained determined to enjoy the music and the evening’s festivities…
Augustus’s smile broadened as he spotted Lady Margaret Hastingson in the midst of the ball’s vibrant crowd. She was not only a dear friend but also someone with whom he had shared countless memorable moments. Many of those memories were from the visits she and her brother had paid to his family’s estate. While Augustus had always been more reserved in his speech, Lady Margaret had a way of drawing him out of his shell, and their friendship had flourished amidst laughter and shared adventures. Archie had a way of being present yet often engaging in his own pursuits, a balance that Augustus had come to appreciate.
Augustus admired Lady Margaret’s deep interest in nature, and it was one of the many things that had forged a strong bond between them. Their shared love for the natural world had provided them with countless opportunities for exploration and discovery.
They had embarked on walks through his prized flower gardens. One day, she had even taken the time to teach him the art of crafting flower crowns. Augustus had been a willing and eager student, and under her guidance, he had learned to weave together blooms of different colors and textures to create intricate and fragrant garlands. It was an experience he cherished, as it had allowed them to bond in a unique and creative way.
Augustus approached the enchanting brunette with a warm and friendly smile. Her lush lips and soft hair had caught his attention, and he was eager to strike up a conversation.
With an amicable tone, he greeted her, “Good evening, my lady. I hope you’re having a splendid time tonight.” His friendly approach was genuine, and he continued, As their conversation continued, Augustus couldn’t help but bring up a bit of silliness about his own footwear. With a grin, he said to the enchanting brunette, “You know, my lady, I must confess that these shoes are quite new and polished to perfection. But between you and me, I’ve always had a fondness for going barefoot whenever I can. It’s as if shoes were invented to keep our feet from the joys of grass and cool earth.” His playful admission added a touch off whimsy to their conversation, and he couldn’t help but enjoy their lighthearted exchange.
His words were accompanied by a playful grin, and he couldn’t help but imagine the absurdity of a ballroom full of barefoot dancers in their finest attire. It was a whimsical thought that added a touch of silliness to the evening, and he was delighted to share it with his companion.
@astxrism Margo
@Littlefeets mentioned kinda
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Dance 2: with Phoebe Willoughby
"…You see, my family happens to be well-known Cordwainers.”
And there it was… the words implicating Ambrose’s downfall. God fcking damn. He had only just arrived at this dance, and he already found himself in a truly awkward situation. Ambrose just had to run into the ONE female of the ton that could recognize his clothes as not being his. Truly? Was this an indication of his luck this season? Because if it was - he might as well go home.
Well… thankfully, it seemed that she had only recognized that his shoes had been made by her family. Meaning that possibly… POSSIBLY there was a way of getting out of this conversation with his dignity intact. Not that Ambrose Ramsbury had much of a dignity to keep intact. After all; anyone who had heard of the rumors surrounding his name and his dalliances in France would know that fact… not to mention the rumors surrounding his… extended family. But… did that mean he was a bad person? If you asked him - no… no… there was more to him than the rumors that surrounded him… right?
Never mind that. At this current moment, there were far more pressing matters. While his features had initially dropped at her words, Ambrose covered his shock with his usual carefree smile. Or… at the very least… attempted to.
So how to get out of this…
One possibility was to continue pretending he had no knowledge of the shoes’ origin. He could claim that they were a gift from his parents, recently rediscovered and worn for this event. It might work, but there was a risk she would see through the act.
Another option was to divert the conversation, but he had already piqued her curiosity with his previous statement. Evading the issue might raise even more suspicions.
As he pondered his choices, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. He was used to navigating tricky situations, but this one felt different. The young lady before him seemed astute, and he could not underestimate her perception. He needed to choose his next words carefully.
In the midst of his thoughts, he realized he had been silent for a moment too long. However, before he could even utter a word, it seemed that the girl had provided him with a charming exit strategy. Discussing fate as the reason for their encounter was a welcome diversion from the topic of his attire. Ambrose couldn’t help but be drawn to her lightheartedness and quick wit.
“Ah, fate, you say?” Ambrose responded with a flirtatious grin, leaning in slightly closer. “Well, my lady, I must say that fate has indeed smiled upon me tonight. To think, our paths crossing in such a serendipitous manner—it’s almost as if the universe conspired to bring us together.”
Call it fate… or call it his finesse, it seemed the two were meant to meet. Okay… fine… “finesse” in this situation indicates bribing a servent, stealing the Prince’s shoes, and quite literally falling into her. But nevertheless, here they were.
Soon, she gracefully lifted her dress, revealing her elegant shoes, and Ambrose’s smile only grew wider. She was certainly an interesting conversationalist, weaving intricate symbolism into her choice of footwear of all things. It was a captivating perspective, one that hinted at a bright and hopeful outlook on life, a stark contrast to his own experiences and worldview. However, Ambrose had lived a life filled with hardship and challenges that had shaped his perspective in a different way. He wished the naivety she had… perhaps even craved it.
“And what grand adventures, I wonder, do you wish to embark upon?” he inquired with a playful smile. “And more importantly, do you have room for another adventurous soul to join you on your journey?” Ambrose extended his arm gracefully, a silent invitation to share the dance floor and continue their engaging conversation.
As the two started moving to the dance: Ambrose’s flirtations soon transitioned into a focused concentration on NOT FALLING OVER. Well… okay not falling over AGAIN. However not doing so in these oversized shoes was proving to be quite the challenge. Especially when the lady had finally moved the conversation forward.
Phoebe Willoughby: A name as lovely as the lady herself. Ambrose couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of anxiety. Would revealing his own name change the tone of their conversation? Did the rumors surrounding his family still linger in the minds of the ton, and had she heard them? Would her perception of him shift if he shared his name?
However, with the softest of sighs, he knew there was only so much he could do. He had come to accept who he was, regardless of the rumors and the family he belonged to. So, he decided to introduce himself, leaning in a bit closer during the dance to ensure she could hear him clearly. “Ambrose. Ambrose Ramsbury, my lady,” he confessed with a charming smile.
Though he chuckled at her next question, he couldn’t help but appreciate her line of inquiry. It was a refreshing change from the usual questions about his station or how many children he wanted. Phoebe’s question delved into the depths of his character, and he found it rather intriguing. So, what would he change about the world?
Ambrose considered his response carefully. While he could have easily offered a typical answer like “stop all wars” or “achieve world peace,” he decided to share something that resonated more deeply with him. His gaze softened as he spoke, “If I could change one thing, Lady Willoughby, I think I’d make it so no one could tell lies.”
He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice carrying a touch of earnestness. “Honesty and kindness, you see, are the cornerstones of a better world. Lies often lead to misunderstandings, deceit, and heartache. If people couldn’t lie, perhaps they’d be more inclined to treat each other with genuine kindness and respect.”
Perhaps his answer was hypocritical in nature. After all; he himself had used the art of deceit to his advantage in the past. However, he recognized that he was a product of the society he lived in, shaped by its norms and expectations. In a world where honesty was a rare commodity, he had adapted to survive. He is a product of what society has created - nothing more, nothing less.
“And you, Lady Willoughby? If you could change but one thing,” Ambrose began, his gaze intently fixed on hers, “what wou-?”
Just as he awaited her response, his distracted thoughts caused him to falter for a moment. His ill-fitting shoe twisted once again, and he stumbled, though he swiftly caught himself, though not before her noticing his loss of footing. Determined not to let this minor mishap mar their dance, Ambrose expertly adjusted his steps and hurried to get back in sync with the music; a difficult feat, though one done nonetheless.
Great. Simply… perfect.
Note to self: no more dancing for the rest of the night.
Ambrose smiled warmly at Phoebe and, with a slight incline of his head, he offered a light apology, “Apologies - seems I’m more clumsy today than I wish to be,” he confessed with a charming and self-deprecating tone. However, before he could resume their conversation, the music began to slow, indicating that the dance had come to an end. While Ambrose appreciated not having to struggle with the oversized shoes any longer, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret that their conversation had been cut short. He had been enjoying Phoebe’s company… something he had not expected at the beginning of this day.
As the dance concluded, Ambrose leaned down and kissed Phoebe’s hand, his lips brushing lightly against her glove. “I suppose,” he remarked, his tone playfully teasing, “you’ll have to answer my question later, Lady Willoughby. I look forward to the pleasure of your company later… I hope.”
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Dance 2: Harrison Michelanglo Davis
Butterfly
A single word that made Priti’s heart flutter and her face become an even deeper shade of crimson. Hearing his smooth voice say her name and seeing the look in his eyes placed a sort of spell on her and she was unable to break away from his gaze. “You certainly know how to charm a lady, my lord.” She replied after he finished speaking. “If you’re not careful, I just might fall in love with you.” She playfully warned him. His words did more than flatter her. Hearing that he not only remembered her but also thought of her as a creature as beautiful as a butterfly made her beyond happy.
She smiled as he kissed her hand and then led her out onto the dance floor. Her breath hitched as he leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear. “I’m confident that you can.” She responded, whispering back as she gazed into his eyes. She didn’t know what this spell he had placed on her was but what she did know was that she didn’t want it to break. She wished she could stay like this, with him, forever.
@Kristi - Harrison
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╰┈➤ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈𓆩♡𓆪◈━◈━◈━◈━◈𓆩♡𓆪◈━◈━◈━◈━◈◈━◈━◈━◈━◈𓆩♡𓆪
Fly Me to the Moon" by Frank Sinatra
“Charm?” Harrison asked raising a brow, “I’ve not even started properly to charm you, a lady like you should not simply be swayed by pretty words as true as they are. Do not call it charm- till I properly charm you my lady, then it shall be charm,” Harrison teased, his thumb rubbing on her hand as he stared at her like she was a fascinating painting that he had recently just seen- and perhaps to him she were. Most people Harrison found fascinating he compared them to paintings, because paintings were the one thing that fascinated him the most- brightened him on gloomy days. His emotions mostly, he enjoyed putting them on paintings, it made them more easy for Harrison to understand.
Ms. Mehta, was perhaps one of the loveliest paintings Harrison had the opportunity of meeting , she had a certain uniqueness that drew him with a speed, he had never truly seen the type of outfit she wore- a saree in a british ball, most people wore traditional European outfits so to see a lady wearing a non european outfit fascinated him- it stood out from the crowd boldly and Harrison was known to love the bold, the unique, he was not one for blandness for what was considered the norm- as the English norm he found to be quite boring, quite the same. “You truly have that much confidence in me?” Harrison asked, a sly smile on his face “Oh Miss Mehta, you do not know truly how pleased you make me. A woman like you believing in a man like me is a blessing from the stars. Do tell ms, do butterflies like gazing at the stars?” Harrison asked as their dance began, his eyes never leaving her as their bodies moved in the sync of the music and Harrison had his typical smile- the type of smile that had made many fallen. “Do you my lady, like gazing at the stars?” He asked the same question but this time calling her his lady instead of just ‘butterflies’
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Every girls dream. The most magical moment any young lady could experience, and would experience, besides marriage. Standing so proud in your most magnificent attire in front of the queen. Getting courted and spoiled by many different men, one of which will become your husband. How wonderful does that sound? Of course those weren’t the thoughts of Margaret, but words of her sister, Barbara, who tried so hard to help her little sister believe how this is something she wanted and needed. But it’s not, and it never will be. In Margaret’s mind giving your life away to someone you don’t know, someone who desperately tries to win you over for one reason or another is the least human thing a person could do. Giving away your life and your interests, time was not something Margaret ever planned to do.
[color="#e9a189”]”Are you mad?“[/color] Margo’s words echoed through the foyer of the Hastingston’s home, not a rare occurrence considering the fact she doesn’t let things get to her and most of the time, to be fair, doesn’t even pay attention to the people trying to communicate with her. But when there’s a baby goat in front of you you just have to notice it. ”Is this your way of - Father! Just because there’s a goat in front of me I-“ her words and expression softened, looking at the small, cute face of the animal she could only guess was hers now. Now of course Margaret accepted the animal, naming it Pebles, but it would be far from truth to say this is how her family got her to consider being one of the debutantes this year. How she found herself now sitting in a carriage with her brother Archibald after 5 months of being pressured to do it was far simpler- she just decided she would do it. Her true intentions and reasonings might not be that important right now.
[color="#7d8270”]”Let me see a smile on your face. Before you know it, dear, you will be back in comfort of your chambers. Thanks to-“[/color] ”I can’t believe him.“ Margo cut of her brother, Archie, who has been sitting across from her, joining her at the ball. You see… Today was supposed to be the day Barbara always so cheerfully described would be the most magical day for Margo. The day she was supposed to stand in front of the queen, and be judged by the same because that’s what everyone wishes to be doing. Everyone would love to see the look on her face, almost immediately knowing if they are pretty or good enough to get married this year. How lovely does that sound? But universe had other plans for Margaret today, plans to which she was partially grateful for. Because of some family matters she got to skip all of those magical moments, dances and just show up, in a way announcing she too was here because she was looking for a husband. Now here is where things might get a little confusing- yes, Margaret would love to be at home right now, having a front seat to the mess that was happening while she is here, avoiding getting asked for a dance by men she would be trying her hardest to avoid for the next few weeks but at the same time she loves the fact she was going. How could she possibly miss out on all the drama that’s bound to happen there? Miss out on all the failed attempts of men to woo the ladies?
[color=“#7d8270”]”We are not going to discuss that here. Or anywhere for that matter,“[/color] the sternest in Archie’s voice drew Margaret out of her own thoughts, a sigh escaping her lips as she leaned back, her eyes closing. [color=”#7d8270”]”If anyone dares to ask we had a funeral to attend.“[/color] Yes, yes, Margo knew all of that but can a girl complain for a little bit? [color=“#e9a189”]”I apologize, brother dear, but enlighten me please - what else am I supposed to think about right now? All those…”[/color] The look on her face showed anything but amusement. [color=”#e9a189”]”Hands that never worked a day in their life touching mine for a dance- Oh, wait, no… Because of “funeral” that is not going to happen, I am so, incredibly happy-“[/color] [color=“#7d8270”]”Margaret-“[/color] [color=”#e9a189”]”Fine. I will gladly take the way you said my name as a sign I can just,“[/color] quickly improvising a move or two from Archies lessons, Margo continued, ”Whoever comes near me and it does not please me.“ For a moment Archie smiled at Margo’s words, approving of her not so silly ideas before his attention shifted to the palace they were approaching, making Margo look the same way.
[color="#e9a189”]”My lord,“[/color] Margo’s smile and whole face lit up at the sight of Augustus approaching her and striking a conversation, completely diverting her mind from the thoughts she got lost in, hoping the night would go by without anyone noticing her but this might be the only company Margaret did not mind. ”I must admit the night so far is not as scary as I thought it would be.“ If she did not want her parents knowing she had no intention of marrying she had to keep things as light as she could, taking every chance to pretend she is delighted to be here even if she did not like lying to a friend she deeply cared about. And there were so many reasons why she cared deeply for Augustus, why she found him to be one of her dearest friends. One thing was forcing your younger brother and cousins, nephews and nieces to do things you enjoy but it was a completely different experience doing it with someone who knew how to enjoy those same things. Who made you feel like your interest and hobbies made you an even more interesting person. Just like Margaret he shared the love for some of the same things and more than often you could catch her spending time at his estate bringing his animals to love her more and teaching him how to make some of the most beautiful flower crowns she could only hope he keeps somewhere.
[color=“#e9a189”]”Oh I could only imagine how you feel. As much as they suit you and may I agree do look polished to perfection there truly is nothing that could ever come close to the feeling of being barefoot.”[/color] Margaret laughed lightly, taking a moment to look around the ballroom and let her imagination do the thing it always does - in this situation imagine everyone barefoot. It was never hard for her to keep a smile on her face when she was around Augustus, so it was only natural for that smile to stay on her lips as she brought her gaze back to him. [color=”#e9a189”]”If we were at a different place, different time I hope you would follow my lead and just take your shoes off? It sure is such a pity that wouldn’t be accepted here.“[/color] She got quiet as she said those words trying to act proper but still let her true feelings out. ”And if you allow me to assume - there would not really be time for that considering stunning ladies here kept you on your feet all this time?“
@/Madilnel - cutie
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Bainbridge nods. He didn’t feel the same as she did, even though dancing a certain way could definitely send signals to your partner, he didn’t feel that speed had much part in it, but he understood that she didn’t like it. “I do not worry about leading any man on. If they take interest in me, tis their fault, not mine.” “I wish you took more care about it, though. If a man mistook your signals it’s one thing, but if you did something others thought sends a signal, then those people will spread it around and soon enough most of the ton would think poorly of your family. They’d brandish you as a woman who cannot be trusted, who changes her interest, send signals to multiple men withouth haivng any intention of setteling down with any of them. I know you wouldn’t care for such rumors, but they don’t hurt only you, but they’ll also hurt Lucille’s reputation before she even had the time to go out in society, and they’d impact poorly on your business. Almost anything you do as a woman in today’s society impacts every aspect of your life, and even if you don’t want to marry, society expects you to act as if you do, and they want to keep you weak and relying on us. I’d say men shouldn’t be portrayed by something that’s merely annoying, like a fly. Men are hornets, because unlike bees they are useless and they sting in agression, whereas bees produce honey and only sting when threatened.”
@Ouijaloveletters - Louisa
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“If you are insinuating that I lead men on, you are mistaken. I snub them almost immediately. The only rumor spreading would be that I wish not to associate with men. That is no rumor, as you know. I only associate with you, as I actually like you. You happen not to be a self absorbed idiot, parading around like a dog with a bone. You also happen to be family, so there’s that. I know to be careful. I wish not to make trouble for the family, especially Lucille, as you mentioned. I know how my actions can affect her, and I want not for her name to be sullied before it is even known.” Bainbridge had mentioned how men wanted to keep women tethered, and Louisa nodded. ”I am truly happy you share my sentiment, you haven’t the faintest idea. We are not song birds, captured only to be placed in a gilded cage to sing. We are human, just as they are, with families, hopes and dreams. We are not glass, we are flesh and blood, sweat and tears. We are smiling mouths and beating hearts. I know one day, more women, not just myself, will rise up and take our rightful place beside the men of the world. They may only see us as good for making children, but we are so much more.” Finally stopping, Louisa realized that she was out of breath, and she blinked owlishly at Bainbridge. ”Um…I hope no one heard that. I do not believe my voice was too loud. I need a drink. Excuse me.” Louisa murmured, speed walking to the drinks, pouring herself one. Returning to her cousin, she sighed, taking a drink. ”Well, I suppose that happened.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Bainbridge
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dance three: baylor rutherford
Adeline could not help but slightly smile at him once more as he mentioned her becoming a wonderful mother someday, despite how demoralized she had felt by his previous words. She couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps she had misjudged Baylor too quickly as she listened to him talk more about himself and how he would be as a lover and husband to a lady one day. Adeline could not be surprised that he made sure the woman he married met his standards, given the era they were living in. Still, she hoped perhaps Baylor would have kept that to himself, as she felt a fool for giving him an ugly attitude earlier. Adeline, that is not proper behavior. She imagined what her mother might say if she were to hear her.
Adeline had to admit that she loved that Baylor was honest with her; at least she was aware of his true intentions and knew that she should not fall too quickly for him, but that did not mean she was opposed to getting to know him more tonight.
Hearing his apology increased her desire to carry on learning more about him tonight. So, despite her previous decision to apologize and leave their dance, she stayed and nodded in agreement with his final words. “I would like nothing more, Lord Baylor, and I too will like to apologize for my tone earlier. I should understand that everyone here is looking for the same purpose. Though I do hope that when the season ends, whoever I were to end up with is truly in love with me as I would be with them.” Adeline looked into his eyes as she said this, returning his gaze from their previous moments. She had noticed that Baylor had been watching her throughout their interaction, but she refrained from telling him because she didn’t want to make him feel awkward. As the music went on, they continued their dance, and she couldn’t help but feel an unexpected connection with Lord Baylor. His sincerity in his apology had touched her, and she found herself intrigued by the layers he seemed to possess. “Now, I am certain you filled other ladies’ dance cards tonight; did any of them seem suitable enough for you, my lord?”
@Jass baylor
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For a little bit Baylor was caught up in his own thoughts. Was it the port he had been drinking, or was there a simmer of some feelings for Lady Adeline Delaney, the seasons diamond. He would have hated if she had in fact walked away from him and ended their dance, and for more reasons than that she was a respectable lady. Could he? Could he allow himself to feel anything at all for any lady, let alone this year’s diamond? Many gentleman had shown interest in her, he knew he was far from the only gentleman. As she met his gaze, he could not help but feel a beat of the heart. He however, needed not to look at these matters too emotionally, he could not allow himself to get taken over by an hasty emotional approach to this.
As she apologised, he gave her a faint smile. “No harm done, Lady Adeline.”, at that moment there was a complex spinning move in their dance that required some of his attention to be diverted. He was happy with this, as it allowed him to think his answer through briefly. Soon after however, he needed to continue speaking: "It’s a testament to your romantic nature and a reflection of the changing times. You deserve nothing less than true love, my lady." he once again felt a flutter in his stomach as those words left his mouth, could she ever actually become his lady? He softly shook his head and recollected himself, he could not think in such ways, and continued on: "May your journey during this season lead you to the love you seek. I am under the impression the gentleman who captures your affection should deem himself most fortunate, for you exhibit all the attributes of a remarkable lady." Even if he meant those words, he was careful not to expressing them in an emotional manner, he more so spoke them as a factual conclusion.
"I am afraid I do have a full night of dances." he said, Baylor had wished to dance with as many ladies as he could this season, for he was really committed to fulfilling his duty as Earl to get married this season. One way or another, he needed to secure himself a marriage this reason. This explained part of Baylor’s hesitation when it comes to finding love for himself. A love match contained complications of the heart, where a match based on practical, logical and social connection reasons was often without such matters. A lady such as Adeline was dangerous for Baylor, for she possessed the power to make him fall in love with her. Love and affection leads to illogical decisions, something out of Baylor’s comfort zone. "They are all shared with respectable women who are most suitable for matrimony. However, when considering matters of the heart, I do not find myself drawn to any lady in a romantic manner, but rather in a friendly one.“, he took a breath, and there it was, his emotions leading him to speak: "Except for you, that is.”
As if saved by the bell, the dance was coming to an end right as he said that. That would distract somewhat from the words he had spoken. He gave her a nod and spoke again: “Thank you for the delightful dance, Lady Adeline. I am truly honored to have had this opportunity. May I look forward to our next encounter, maybe as soon as tomorrow?” He was not quite certain if he was ready to expose himself to the danger Adeline could be to him, but he knew everyone, Dorothea, Maisie, Augustus, would all have a go at him for not exploring the path of his feelings. Especially if Adeline would be to share with any of them what he said said about her being the only lady he found himself romantically attracted to at this point. He did not want that to happen, so he felt forced to call on her the next day, even if he still not believed it was the most logical decision to call on the diamond, he could not deny he was intrigued by her and had the strong desire to get to know her better.
@sunflowerjm - Adeline
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Augustus couldn’t help but reflect on his own tendencies. While he was charming and friendly in his interactions, he had never been one to smoothly navigate the flirtatious waters of romantic conversation. he couldn’t help but acknowledge that he was far from the smooth, flirtatious type. He had always been comfortable and confident in the realm of friendship with ladies, enjoying their company without any hint of nervousness.
He couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at his own awkwardness in such moments. Despite his confidence in many aspects of life, there was something endearing about his occasional bout of nervousness when it came to romantic exchanges. He hoped that the enchanting brunette would find it charming rather than off-putting, as he continued to enjoy their conversation with a friendly and slightly bashful demeanor.
In his thoughts, he quirked a wry smile and imagined his heart saying, Oh, there you go again, Augustus! You’ve been confident in dealing with wild horses, boisterous dogs, and even the most unruly livestock, but put you in front of an elegant lady, and suddenly I’m all aflutter! His heart was doing a little waltz of its own, and he found it slightly amusing.
He chuckled to himself, envisioning his own heart as a rather skittish, feathered creature taking flight within his chest. It was an amusing mental image, and he hoped that his inner nervousness wasn’t as evident to the enchanting brunette as it was to his humorous imagination.wWith a light-hearted spirit, he continued their conversation, his nervousness adding an endearing touch of vulnerability to his otherwise charming demeanor.
Augustus couldn’t help but laugh inwardly when the enchanting brunette remarked, “I must admit the night so far is not as scary as I thought it would be.” He found her statement quite amusing, as he couldn’t disagree more.
In his mind, he playfully thought, Oh, my lady, you have no idea. If only you could glimpse the whirlwind of butterflies that have taken residence in my stomach, you might change your tune! He found it endearing that she felt at ease, while he was navigating the complex waters of mingling and flirting.
With a charming smile, he responded, “You have a remarkable way of making even the most daunting of evenings seem like a stroll in the garden. Perhaps your presence is the source of my newfound courage.” His words held a touch of humor, and he continued to enjoy their conversation with a blend of light-heartedness and sincerity.
He paused for a moment, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and added, “I must admit, it’s a secret wish of mine to one day attend a ball where we can all kick off our shoes and dance the night away under the stars. But for now, I’ll savor the moments in these polished shoes, even if they can’t quite capture the magic of a barefoot dance in the moonlight.” His playful words were met with a hint of longing for a simpler and more carefree celebration. “My lady, I seem to have told you my own silly, secret wishes, haven’t I? So, tell me, if you had a wish that could only be granted at the stroke of midnight, what would it be? I’m eager to uncover the whimsical side of your imagination.” His playful inquiry was designed to bring a light-hearted and humorous charm to their conversation.
Augustus grinned and decided to add a touch of humor to his response. “Well, my lady, it’s true that my polished shoes have indeed seen quite the workout tonight,” he admitted. “Though, I suppose I’m like a fish in water when I’m dancing, but as soon as words come into play, I feel like a bird trying to swim in a pond. It’s a peculiar sensation, really.” His playful admission added a touch of vulnerability to their conversation, highlighting his genuine ease on the dance floor while acknowledging his occasional awkwardness with words.
@astxrism margo
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Dance 3: Albina Northwick
He briefly nodded when she said that his mother was a formidable judge when it came to matters of the heart. One might think it would be the opposite, considering that his parents’ marriage had been arranged but she had shown with each of his older siblings that her judgement when it came to those matters was sound. “She is difficult to please, that is certain, but I trust her judgement.” He responded. His mama’s scrutiny was one of the reasons he was happy to keep his relationship with Albina as nothing more than friendship. He didn’t want to subject her to his mother.
He listened attentively as she advised him on what pleases a lady. Some of her advice he had heard before but the new information he made sure to take note of, feeling grateful that his friend had offered proper guidance. “Thank you, Albina.” As casual as he had been in asking her assistance, his thanks were genuine. “I will be sure to keep your advice in mind during the season.”
He smiled when she told him that his company had already improved her evening but his smile fell when she mentioned Orpheus. Finch’s relationship with Orpheus was complicated, to say the least, and he knew that he wasn’t innocent in that. He just didn’t know what to do to fix it. He cleared his throat, remembering that Albina was in front of him, not Orpheus. “I’m sure it wasn’t done with malicious intent.” He reassured her. “The ton can be scrutinous in their judgement but so much is happening tonight that I doubt many saw the end of your dance with Lord Langston.” He added, hoping to ease her worries.
@Jass - Albina
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@DandelionKate - Orpheus
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Date: November 1st, 1811
Location: The Palace
This is to notify everyone for the official timeskip from the 3rd to 4th dance. Interactions past this point should be at the beginning of the 4th dance.
Any remaining interactions should be finished in the miscellaneous thread.
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After she explain her thoughts and opinions on why gambling should be made legal, almost nothing could disuade her from hearing his opinions about it. Alas, something else caught her attention. A beautiful girl in a blue, exotic dress with gold details and an oriental aesthetic to it dancing with a handsome man who seemed to be of the same race as her. What first caught her attention was the beauty of the dress and the handsome features of the couple, and her attention would be back on Edgar, if her ears hadn’t caught a whisper. She didn’t hear much, but the words “brother and sister”. She didn’t even recognize where the whisper came from, who said, nor did it matter, but she couldn’t keep her eyes away after realizing that dance was between siblings. She felt worried and she felt a tad angry for the people to gossip about them instead of making them aware of what they’re doing wrong. As the dance was coming to and end and the instruments started holding that last note she turned to Edgar and said. “Edgar, I’m happy you invited me and I swear, if my family won’t be able to grace you with their company, you can still count on me to be there. But now I feel I need to go and help that brother and sister who just had a dance together. I need to explain them the English customs before they become a mockery for us. Seeing as others would just look at them disgusted than to realize things are done differently in other parts of the world and that all they need is somebody to tell them this is considered inapropriate. Thank you for the dance, you make a very good partner.” She said before turning away and walking towards the brother and sister in question.
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Dance 4: With Nikhil
She wanted to approach the siblings but to her dismay the brother was talking to another woman and it looked like she was going to dance with him. She wanted to turn to the sister to mention something to her, but couldn’t find exactly where she was standing as the crowd of people have made it impossible for her to notice her. She shrugged and decided to see if she can either go to Bruce or back to Edgar since she absolutely enjoyed their company, but she discovered neither were an option.
@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar
@Caticorn - Priti
@raviola - Nikhil
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You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.'- The picture of Dorian gray
After his second and third dance- both going fairly well, he thinks. Harrison was a little tired of dancing- ok, that was a lie- Harrison was never tired of dancing, dancing was his passion dancing with ladies he loved to dance, he loved to have conversations- that was the point of dancing to him- to talk with ladies, get to know them a little bit, see how much they could interest him. Many of the ladies seemed almost interchangeable in his eyes, adhering to a formal, scripted approach to conversation. They tried too hard to gain his attention and woo him, but Harrison had no interest in such predictable courtship. He found it rather dull, pondering to himself how a lady with no personality could capture his heart. It was almost as if they blushed in Morse code, signaling their insecurity and conformity. These ladies were elusive, shrinking away like timid mice when they should have been embracing the opportunity to reveal their true selves. If he could not accept their true personalities what makes them think a marriage with him shall work? Exactly! Why hide yourself when you can reveal yourself like a painting to Harrison? Being blushing messes was not as adorable as they thought it was.
Do not get him wrong- being bashful or one who blushes a lot is not flaw; in fact it can be quite endearing. However, a constant, self-effacing demeanor that transformed conversations into a game of hide-and-seek was far from what he desired. Especially when Harrison knew that, that was not your true personality- there was more to you than a con artist tale. Harrison truly preferred a lady with a vibrant mind, one who is bold- who is not afraid, someone that can truly entertain him and their marriage, one who could bring excitement and depth to his life. After all don’t most people say that Chaos and scandals were Harrison’s true companions? They were right in that saying, Harrison lived for both of them- chaos and scandals but not for the sake of attention. No, Harrison had all the attention he needed, he could never do such things just so he can get attention- he did it instead because of the thrill of it all. He lived for passion, for the chaos, for the rush of life such activities gave him. Reading Lady Whistledown’s post about him amused him- his personality, the way he was portrayed amused him. Yes, he thinks- a beautiful portrayal. A man of true chaos- Lady Whistledown had once asked, if peace resigns within him and Harrison had chuckled at that- even the non chaotic aspects of his life could cause a scandal, especially that. He was made of chaos and scandals, Harrison believed- his whole existence was nothing but a scandal.
Moreover, he had just finished a lovely conversation with his lovely sister, Angelina, who had inquired about his uncharacteristic behavior during the first dance. He kissed her forehead and and told her he will tell her when they reached the manor which she nodded at giving him a hug. Ah Angelina, truly a gentle soul and his favorite sibling. Harrison would give Angelina the world and more, it was all his sister deserved. He truly dreaded the day she would get married and have less time for him-hopefully she does not marry this season. There were other seasons, and he had to tell her a secret and show her the secret before she married, because after the con artist betrayal- Harrison needed Angelina more than ever . He walked back inside the ballroom- arms linked with his sister as a smile reached both of their faces. As he mother came, they unliked arms- Angelina going with their mother and Harrison going to grab water.
When he grabbed a glass of water he was shocked to see her. Albina Northwick, a lady who had previously rejected a dance with him and a lady that made Harrison curious. Everywhere Albina walked, at times it seemed trouble followed her and that intruged him. His mind ever since that rejected seemed to be filled with her and after some weeks- due to him being busy with his work, he had forgotten her- he had not known he would be seeing her today. A very daring lady, “Albina Northwick” he whispered to himself. A lady that leaves one curious- and a lady who had let herself get into a scandal by rejecting him- she had been willing to get into a scandal because Harrison guessed she held a dislike for him but why. “Albina Northwick” He repeated- this time saying it out loud as he walked to her greeting her. His eyes eyeing her curiously- he wondered what shall be her next move, why did she disliked him so? “It’s been quite long, lilith, has it not?” Harrison said as he raised his glass , clicking his tongue and his voice clearly amused. “Cheers to our reunion, I wonder how shall the heart breaker break my heart again? How much can a heart break before it stops being a heart?” He asked as he took a sip of his water, his eyes dancing with mischief.
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With what Finch said about trusting his mama, that was not something Albina could find herself relating to. If it was up to Albina’s mother, she would have been married the previous season, and it did not matter much to whom. It was in fact her brother, who was merely 17 at that point, who had defended Albina and convinced their mother to give her one more season to get married before there would be an arranged marriage. While many things could be said about her younger brother, he at least cared about her wants and wishes. She had merely nodded at his words and softly muttered a: “As one should be able to.”
As the conversation moved on to the advice and him thanking her for it, she smiled at him. “You are most welcome, Finch.” she gave a little bow before saying “If you require any further assistance, pray, do not hesitate to reach me through a letter. For now, let us hope this advice will prove useful”, she said with a mischievous smile and tone. Albina really hoped that Finch would find a lady who was right for him this season, he deserved it.
Her body language relaxed as he tried to reassure her, she felt she did not have to worry as much about what happened with Orpheus as she did. She was about to reply to Finch easing her, when the music stopped playing and the dance had ended. “I am most thankful Finch, for this friendly dance and conversation. I hope the evening and season will evolve positively for each of us.” she gracefully bowed at him. “Until soon again” she left relatively hastily as she really required some hydration before the next dance, who she had already promised to Edgar Füller. There was not long between the dances and the constant dancing and emotions of the night had made her thirsty. As she poured herself a glass of water flavoured with some Orgeat syrup, she heard a familiar voice. It took her a second to connect the voice, but it was Lord Davis, who she had had the pleasure of rejecting previous season. She had quickly found herself regretting the decision however, while there were characteristics in him she could not stand, he could not have been worse than the gentlemen she had danced with instead.
Albina would listen attentively to Harrison’s words, her gaze steady as he expressed his thoughts. Despite the mischievous and somewhat rakish tone of his words, she could sense an undercurrent of genuine curiosity and amusement in his demeanor. “It is Lady Northwick for you, Lord Davis.” she said with a playful expression that showed she was challenging him. It was not what he said she or how he addressed her which she cared about, she wanted control in this conversation. It was her assessing dominance. Her lips now curled into a subtle smile as she replied, shifting into her poised and composed presence. “Indeed, it has been some time,” she responded, her voice measured and calm. “Reunions can be quite enlightening, can they not? Hearts, I believe, are resilient. They bear scars and fractures, yet they continue to beat and seek their own path. It’s in the mending and healing that we discover the depth of our emotions.” Her words held a hint of philosophical reflection, a tendency to delve into deeper meanings as she often did.
She raised her glass, her eyes meeting his with a thoughtful glint. “To reunions and the mysteries they unravel,” she toasted with a touch of elegance and curiosity, her demeanor neither coy nor aloof but poised and self-assured. “And to discovering whether time has humbled you or if your heartbreaks are as plentiful as ever.” She said with a subtly arched eyebrow, maintaining eye contact with him as she spoke, not wanting to come across as anything but confident as she called him out on his behaviour.
@Kristi - Harrison
@Caticorn - Finch
@Ouijaloveletters - Edgar (mentioned)
@DandelionKate - Orphy (mentioned)
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“Ah, Lady Northwick,” Harrison repeated as he bit his lips, “Perhaps soon to be Countess Davis, or any other last name there will be, but always going to be Albina,” He said in such a way that it seemed he was saying something profound and not just complete rubbish and the glass poised near his lips, not for a sip but as a prop for his theatrical performance, a beguiling smile dancing upon his countenance as he observed her reactions. He noticed the curl of her lips into a smile and he could not help but for these words to escape his lips, , “See, Lady Northwick, I am not so bad, I can make you smile,. I am not the nefarious figure you may have perceived me to be, a figure so horrendous you would rather a scandal than a simple dance” Emphasizing on the Lady Northwick, Harrison lips curled into a smirk as he took a piece of fruit from the fruit basket- popping it into his mouth, the smirk never leaving him.
Harrison listened to her words- there were quite wise, reflecting a deep understanding of life and nature, and Harrison pursed his lips at that. Hearts are resillent, he wondered will ‘their’ hearts be so resilient when he tells them the news? Hopefully, after all that was why he telling Angelina what he had been keeping hidden from her and the rest of his kin for long. When Albina was done talking, Harrison had an expression on his face that left a lot to question, till he pulled back from his thoughts, his lips curling into a small smile. "How shall I heal my heart from the heartbreak you gave me? He asked moving closer to her but not so close to cause a scandal, he had already got himself into much more trouble with the first dance than anticipated- and he reminded himself, This was Angelina’s season, his sister’s debut year. He should try to be more Lord Davis than Harrison this season, keep his sister’s debut season as clean as possible, “Because my heart it does not beat anymore as you said nor does it seek a path other than you, thus advice me. How do I mend my broken heart or can you mend it for me?” He teased, his hands going from her fingers to her eyes. Harrison chuckled to himself, “Pardon me- it seems, I forget myself,” Harrison continued, “I am a traveler after all, a wander- we often forget ourselves in our travels,” That was more true than a lot of people realized, and he had various of meanings and yet there was a specific meaning Harrison meant that related to him and his love for travelling- he had often forgotten he would have to return home to the cold boring England when he saw all this fascinating different cultures, languages, learnt their customs and ate their foods. If not that England was the home of Shakespeare, of so many great poets-Harrison would have cursed his british blood.
“Humbled me? You wish to see me humbled?” He asked both curious and amused, “Well it seems you have, after all you beat me in the game did you not? Though I won’t let you win so easily, Lady Northwick for it takes a lot to see me fall, shall you be the first to see my demise? You will enjoy it, would you not?”
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Albina raised an eyebrow as Harrison dramatically spoke her name and even had the courage to suggest she could become Countess Davis. “Yes, always Albina, but I’ll never be Countess Davis.” she replied with a overly dramatic roll of her eyes, not easily swayed or impressed by his theatrics. “I must remind you, sir, that I declined your invitation for a dance last year, brave indeed to consider marriage.” she smiled innocently as she said this, she actually found joy some joy in teasing him about this.
Harrison’s claim that he could make her smile elicited a wry grin from Albina. “But well, it appears you have a talent for surprising me, Lord Davis. I confess, your wit is more entertaining than the typical polite courtesies exchanged in these ballrooms. But one smile does not change an entire reputation, now, does it?” she said challenging him on his reputation, which was far from perfect. She knew that, he knew that, yet she was sure Harrison wouldn’t be agreeing with her.
She replied to him saying she had broken his heart with: “Oh, Lord Davis, you paint a dramatic picture of your heartbreak, especially considering it never was broken by me.” She met his teasing her, and challenged him once again, “Your heart’s mending is your own responsibility, Lord Davis. Perhaps you could start by ceasing to be the center of your own universe,” she suggested, her words holding a subtle edge, but brought in a playful manner. While she had been aware he had moved closer, she thought he was doing it to get a reaction out of her. So she was gonna stay wherever she was staying, not giving him the pleasure of seeing her react to him getting closer whatsoever.
When Harrison mentioned travelers forgetting themselves, Albina’s response was laced with subtle defiance, but also a touch more softness as he had found a topic that caught her attention and she was passionate about. “Traveling does have a way of sweeping us into its adventures, doesn’t it? It’s easy to lose oneself in the midst of it all, only to return home with stories and experiences that can hardly be contained within our hearts.” while she had not travelled much, she understood what Harrison was saying on a deep level. “Returning to the familiar can be rather tedious, don’t you think? I’d much rather explore the unknown,” she remarked with a daring smile yet there was a truth behind her words. She would sacrifice a lot to be living the live of travel Harrison was living.
Albina met Harrison’s words with a challenge of her own, her tone confident and playful. “Oh, I have no doubt that humbling you would be a most entertaining endeavor, Lord Davis,” she replied, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “But let’s not be too hasty. The game has just begun, and the outcome remains uncertain. I do enjoy a worthy challenge, and it appears you’re determined not to make it easy for me to win this, shall we call it a wager?” With a subtle smile, she added, “Seeing the indomitable Lord Davis meet his match might be a spectacle worth savoring. The question is, are you ready to test your… resilience, my lord?” Her words were imbued with a playful daring, hinting at the intriguing season that lay ahead.
@Kristi- Harrison
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“Dearest Northwick, one should never utter the word ‘never,’ for it possesses a curious habit of setting in motion the very events it seeks to defy. I, for one, am entirely convinced that I possess the power to conquer even the most steadfast heart, perhaps in some parallel realm where we find ourselves already wed, a babe or two of our own and a house filled with laughter,” His laughter danced through the air like a mischievous sprite as he dropped his glass on the table- tucking a hand under his chin as if in deep thoughts. “Ah, yes I see it- in this alternate reality, You wake each morn with the delightful certainty that I am the perfect gentleman. A title I might add, I wholeheartedly agree with,” With a sly wink, he revealed a row of teeth as luminously white as newly fallen snow.
“In the universe, where we are together,” He proclaimed, “We danced together that season, succumbing to the irresistible allure of one another, for, you see, my charm knows no bounds and your allure is impossible to miss. But,” Harrison licked his bottom lip, allowing the weight of his words to linger, “That is simply in an alternative universe of course,”
He said, his hands behind his back as he talked- bending down to look at her- after all he was used to that. Most people being shorter than him with his height that was often compared to the height of titans, but Lady Albina was shockingly tall for a lady and anyone he had ever met truly.
“How are you quite sure you did not break my heart? can you read minds?” He asked raising a brow, “Such words in the past might have you confused for a witch would it not?” He teased, “And how can I not be the center of my universe? After all this is the only life I have, I have to live it unless my existence would be going to waste. I cannot let such a handsome existence go to waste, just like you cannot let such a beautiful existence go to waste after all you are more strong willed than a lot of ladies I met. Willingly putting yourself into scandal, and I do agree- one smile does not change an entire reputation that is why I shall make you smile more than once. 10 is the charm I’ve heard,”
He flashed another smile, grabbing his drink off the table and taking a sip of it. Water, he was drinking water like he said, truly he did not want to drink much alcohol this season, because Harrison had a gut feeling that this season will shock him in ways that never shocked him before- and he wanted to be fully awake to be surprised. In addition, it was the season of Angelina. Thus, he shall only drink water this dance and when he gets home fill himself with wine perhaps or paint- yes, Harrison shall drink and paint. Harrison often found, intoxicated artists make the best art, and today Harrison shall paint a lot- he shall show the world that life is filled of mischief.
As Albina talked about travelling- Harrison made a connection; the lady liked to travel. Ah, she was truly tired of the life she lived in- she wanted an escape, after all isn’t it what most travelers desire? An escape, a revelation, "Exploring the unknown is truly a beautiful thing, but one most not forget the known because the unknown I often found, can take you places that will make one go mad. And one-should never go mad, sensibility is what we should all have. Explore the unknown but embrace the known, Harrison said his tone advising. He truly did agree with this sentiment- that the unknown is what Harrison craves her- it is what he is so passionate about but the known should never be forgotten, the known is what keep us breathing, we already know the known- meaning we have an advantage, the unknown can make one truly vulnerable and mad- and yes, sometimes Harrison did ponder on madness. There was an allure to madness that Harrison often found himself fascinated about. It was a very greek idea and as it is known, Harrison loves the olden day greeks- Beauty is terrifying, it is horrifying, true beauty is not soft or lovely no that was a stupid tale told by stupid people who described beauty as so soft it is achievable- true beauty leaves one scared. And what can be more terrifying and beautiful than losing one’s mind completely? To throw off the chains of being for seconds, and fully embrace the unknown, remove all chains from your mind. Like beauty, true freedom was destructive and Harrison wondered-shall he ever be so destructive he shall go mad?
That was a question for a long time.
“Yes, we shall wager.” Harrison was quite pleased wit Albina’s nature, how she was retorting to his words, it was amusing and pleasing, “I think I am ready to venture into the unknown, to be tamed- if that is possible,” He winked.
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Edgar listened to Abigail, glancing over to the dancing duo. Looking at the two, they definitely looked related. Abigail said she should go warn them about dancing together, and Edgar quickly nodded. The two of them seemed to be from another culture, so he understood that they didn’t know it was inappropriate. He was very glad that Abigail was kind enough to warn the two. Leaving Abigail to approach the siblings, he’d gone to get a quick drink before his next dance, going to seek out Albina Northwick. Edgar scanned the room, spotting Albina speaking to another man. He believed the man was Harrison Davis, whom he was somewhat acquainted with. Unfortunately, Edgar happened to be too polite to interrupt the two. His politeness could be a blessing, but also a curse. Hesitantly approaching the two, he lingered in the background. If neither noticed Edgar in the next minute or two, he would approach. The poor man was just awkward.
@Jass - Albina
Sorry it’s not much. Poor baby’s just awkward.
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