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Post by Celestial on Mar 5, 2015 20:12:20 GMT -5
Alain looked up at the man from the Jade table who had so rudely interrupted Everett before he could take a drink. Really, it was none of his business if Everett wanted to make a fool of himself. After all, the Lord of Embers was old enough to make his own decisions. He opened his mouth to say something but then noticed how odd the man looked. Taller, with more striking eyes...and were his ears pointed? How very odd. He was not aware that the Jades took all sorts. They were more tolerant than he thought. He frowned when the man mentioned Lady Satine and looked around for Everett's wife but sure enough, she was gone. So was Margot. That made a small sliver of worry crawl in through the drunken haze of Alain's mind but it was buried in the fog of wine that had wrapped so tenderly around him. The Jade Lord's angry glare made him blink in surprise but then Everett spoke. Alain burst out into raucuous laughter. "It's alright, you still have me I'm not leaving you," the Grand Duke said once the laughter had faded and clapped Everett on the back. "Loosen up. You can't always be so focused on...everything. There is nothing that can't be fixed. Enjoy yourself, Everett, this is a wedding." A grin spread across his face and he took a sip of the wine Everett had given back to him. "Look at me, I'm having a great time!" He shoved the wine back into Everett's hands before another grin broke out across his face. The Grand Duke pushed himself off the floor, extending his arm out to keep himself steady. The floor was getting far wobblier. Hopefully this would not impede what he wanted to do. Alain extended out a hand and grabbed the hand of the Lord of Ember's, trying to yank him off the floor where they had been sitting. "Come on, Evvy," he chuckled at the nickname. "Evvy, I like that. But go on, get up. This is a wedding. You should have fun. I can teach you to have fun." *** Margot shook her head. "I do not. This is the first time I have attended an official function here in the Keep, normally I stay home in Bern. I hate travelling but Alain asked me to come," she sighed and closed her eyes. How much of a fiasco had come of that. Her first time in the capital and it had to be so humiliating. She turned a corner and felt a blast of air on her face, as though coming in from the wind. A doorway to the outside had been left open, exposing beyond it a stone floor and a barrier. It might have been a balcony, it might not have. Hopefully, it would be enough to take her mind off things. "There, that might be enough for our purposes," she gestured at the door and walked towards it, waiting for Satine to follow her. The wind ruffled Margot's hair as she stepped outside. She found herself in a small stone courtyard on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the entire landscape of Medieville. It was not technically a balcony, they were still on the ground floor, but the view from it might as well have been from one. Margot wandered over to the edge, leaning on the stone barricades that separated them from the jagged face of the cliff below. She cast her eyes across the town, taking in the rooftops and the lake in front of them. It helped take her mind off things, to focus on faraway things around her instead of what was happening. Whenever she felt stressed, the best method for her to relax was to look out over something distant. That was how her and Alain met. The woman sighed deeply, pushing thoughts of her husband out of her head, trying not to imagine what he was doing now. She held a lock of her sandy blonde hair down to prevent the wind pulling at it and turned back to Satine. "I cannot apologise enough for what happened. I feel so ashamed on behalf of my husband. I swear, he is usually a better man than that." Alain is annoyed that the random strange person is ruining their fun and tries to comfort Sadverett. However, Alain is not good at comfort even when he is sober so he's not good drunk. He tells him he needs to have fun and then tries to get him to get up. This is going to end well.
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Post by PFA on Apr 21, 2015 12:00:46 GMT -5
Alain didn't care. Everett narrowed his eyes. Of course he didn't care. Typical Stallion, not caring about what was really important. "Let go of me!" he protested, fighting against Alain's grasp as he tried to pull him up. This went poorly, and with the wine glass back in his hand, resulted in more wine being spilled on his clothes. This time, a twinge of frustration welled up in him at this, but he still largely ignored it. "I'm not here to have fun, I'm here to, um... to enjoy the wedding!" In the back of his drunken mind, he vaguely acknowledged that the statement made no sense. But he was too out of sorts to correct it, so instead he pressed on. He pushed himself to his feet, wobbling dangerously close to topping over again. He tried to steady himself on the table, making an effort not to fall into Alain's arms again. It was embarrassing enough the first time, and had probably helped to drive Satine away. Everett frowned again at the thought. He hadn't offended her, had he? Would she ever come back? "It's your fault," he repeated angrily. Then, in a fit of rage, he hurled what remained of the wine in the glass (by this point, not much) at Alain. "It's your fault!" And then, mere moments after the outburst, he crumpled onto the table and broke into tears. "Everything is ruined," he sobbed. --- Satine was relieved to get some fresh air, joining Margot on the balcony and taking a deep breath. There was no smell of the ocean like at Veresia, nor was there the scent of fresh rain like she was getting used to in Corvus. But there was the faint scent of Lake Plume on the breeze, and that comforted her. Thoughts of home reminded her that the current chaos would end in time, and that soon they would go home and everything would be fine. It was a relaxing thought. "It's not your fault," she said in response to Margot's continued apologies, giving a sad smile. "And really, given the rivalry between their Houses, we're lucky it isn't a lot worse." She paused, and then corrected herself. "Our Houses. I guess I'm still getting used to that. Not that Everett isn't a good man, because he is." She shook her head. "Maybe it would help to get your mind off of it. Is this your first time in Medieville?" Drunkverett is emotional. Satine decides to change the topic, hoping to get their minds off the drunken shenanigans. |
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Post by Celestial on Apr 27, 2015 13:28:32 GMT -5
Alain pulled away from Everett as the Jade Lord wriggled out of his grasp but grinned widely and laughed when he spilled wine all over himself. He clapped his hands together in sarcastic applause, finding this all much more amusing than he would if he was sober. "Everett, red is not your colour. What would the other members of your House think if they saw you in my colours?" he remarked, giving off a soft chuckle and tilting his head. "You're drunk, Evvy you're not making any sense." He wobbled in place as the world seemed to tilt slightly, just barely managing to regain his balance by leaning against the table. Everett, however, had also climbed up, and the Grand Duke watched his efforts with amusement. There was no way he could make it up...and yet, against all the odds, he did. Alain would have taken his hands away to clap again but he felt that he would fall over if he did. And then, Everett threw wine at him. It splashed over his boots and his trousers, forming a deeper red patch that smelled very strongly of said wine. However, it did not stand out as much as the now vividly wine-coloured clothes that Everett wore. Alain smirked but immediately, the smirk was wiped away by the Lord of Embers bursting into very undignified tears Still leaning against the table, Alain moved over to him and put his arms around his shoulders, providing a comforting cuddle for Everett. He gently stroked his upper arm and rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. "There, there, Evvy, I'm sure she will come back. Don't cry, it's okay," Alain patted Everett's back and leaned his head against Everett's shoulder. "My wife's gone too." Margot...suddenly he found himself missing her. She was always so much more beautiful when he was drunk. Though she was rather beautiful anyway, in particular her wavy hair, which seemed to glow in the sunlight... But she was not around. It was alright though, he had Everett. As long as the Jade Lord was around, Alain knew he would not get lonely. Smiling, he gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "I'm here for you. Even though our wives have run off, we have each other," he murmured and then took Everett's hand before pushing himself up off against the table. "And since we have each other, would you like to dance with me? Maybe it will help you forget your sadness and enjoy yourself?" *** Margot found herselfsmiling at Satine's kindness, glad that the Jade woman had not taken too much offence at the behaviour of their respective husbands. In the back of her mind, she envied how calm she was, in contrast to the nerves Margot felt. But, perhaps, Satine's relaxed nature indicated there was not much to worry about? At the very least, she was not annoyed. The Stallion woman took a deep breath to calm herself and smiled at her companion. "You're right, Lady Satine, it could be worse. Though for what it is worth, Alain does not take the House rivalry all that seriously. He thinks there are more important things," she gave her a look of sympathy. "You will get used to being part of House Jade. I'm sure Lord Everett will help you too, he does seem like a very good man. And...having children also help. The birth of my daughter certainly helped me." She smiled a bit, thinking about Aveline and now Isabelle. The two girls, left behind in Bern on their own... Margot shook her head, focusing her attention on to the Satine's question. "You're right, I should not think about it. This is my first time in Medieville," she nodded. "I normally do not enjoy travelling so I leave all functions here to Alain. But he thought it would be odd not to bring his own wife to a wedding," She glanced over at the other noblewoman. "I assume this is your first time too, or at least it would be as Lord Everett's wife?" Alain gives poor Sadverett a cuddle and finds himself missing his wife too. But that disappears pretty quickly and he invites Evvy to dance to try and make him not feel so lonely.
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Post by PFA on May 18, 2015 14:15:40 GMT -5
Everett whimpered pathetically, soaking his already wine-stained sleeves with his tears. In his drunken mind, he was completely convinced that he had brought shame to the great Jade name, that Satine hated him for it, and that she would probably never forgive him. But when Alain assured him that Satine would come back, a glimmer of hope drifted back into Everett's mind. He sniffed, looking up at the Grand Duke almost pleadingly. "Y-you think so?" He didn't have the presence of mind to push Alain away, allowing him to take his hand and pull him away from the table. However, at the offer to dance with him, Everett frowned. "I-I don't know, I don't want to make Satine mad. And... and I hate you." --- Satine was glad to hear that the Stallions didn't take the rivalry seriously. She knew that Everett was not the type to launch an attack on someone without good reason, so knowing that House Stallion thought similarly relieved her. Marrying into House Jade, the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with a centuries-old feud. "I'm sure I will, thank you. Everett has already been more than kind to me," Satine said, though at the mention of children, she paused thoughtfully. They hadn't had any children yet, though she knew it was a very real concern for House Jade, after what happened with Lady Cassandra... but, she decided, they would worry about that when the time came. "This is my first time in Medieville, yes," Satine confirmed to her second question, looking out across the view. It seems like a nice place, if a bit more... rural, than I'm used to." Everett is slightly comforted by Alain, but is unsure if he really wants to dance with his rival. Satine ponders fun Jade stuff, then admires the scenery in Medieville. |
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Post by Celestial on May 24, 2015 17:44:19 GMT -5
Alain grinned, dragging the Jade Lord drunkenly away from the Jade table and into an empty space, which just so happened to be closer to the centre of the room. Though his feet threatened to give out from under him, he resolved that problem by moving closer and holding on to Everett. At least if they fell, they would fall together. "She will come back, don't worry, I know she will. She's probably talking to somebody, or having fun somewhere," the Grand Duke laughed as he looked at Everett's face. "You look like such a lost puppy, Evvy, you need to not worry so much. You're exactly like Margot." His face was alight with a drunken smile and he leaned closer to Everett, "It will all be fine. And as for hating...I like you. You shouldn't hate me. I'll make you not hate me," he took Everett's hand and then clumsily wrapped his arm around his waist. "Follow my lead." Then, stumbling and disoriented, he began to try to whirl the Jade Lord around the empty space that was clear around them. The emphasis here was on the word 'try'. Though Alain was normally a good dancer, the magic wine and the ordinary wine that had followed rendered his efforts more akin to that of a crab than of a man who was supposedly trained in dance and combat. *** Margot looked back over Medieville, studying the details of the capital. In a way it did resemble Destrier but up here, the Keep was higher than even the castle there. And of course, Medieville did not have the enormous defensive walls that so characterised her home in Bern. "It is the capital of Kyth, and you can see quite far from here, but even I must admit I did not expect to see all the way out to the fields," she said, glancing at Satine. "It must be strange. I mean, you grew up in Aran, by the ocean, right? I remember that's something I missed when I came to live in Destrier." She blinked, turning her head towards the other woman. "Your wedding to Lord Everett was not too long ago, wasn't it? February, if I'm not mistaken?" Margot smiled a little. "It must have been wonderful." Alain takes Evvy on a drunken dance, or at least tries to. This won't go wrong at all.
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Post by PFA on Jun 17, 2015 14:17:24 GMT -5
Everett was comforted by Alain's reassurance that Satine would come back. He was probably right; Satine wouldn't leave him for something as silly as this. She was so nice, and understanding, and pretty and— He was distracted from his train of thought when Alain took him by the hand, pulling him away from the table to dance. Everett, surprised by the sudden movement, flopped drunkenly into Alain's chest, though thankfully not with enough force to topple them over this time. Nonetheless, after a moment of drunken shuffling, he managed to regain his bearings, pulling away with a scowl. "I don't want to follow your lead!" he cried. "Maybe... maybe you should follow my lead, instead!" --- "It is a little strange. Solis is nowhere near the ocean," Satine admitted. "But it's nice there; I'll get used to it." She smiled fondly. "Yes, our wedding was last February. It was a lovely ceremony, and a lovely wedding; I couldn't be happier." Everett thinks about Satine, then complains at Alain for taking the lead. Satine talks about her marriage and thinks about Everett. So much Everine in this post |
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Post by Celestial on Jun 20, 2015 10:06:47 GMT -5
Alain grinned widely as Everett fell into him again and wrapped his arms around the Jade Lord, however in his drunkenness he did not do it tightly enough, allowing him to escape. But at Everett's statement, the Grand Duke laughed loudly and moved towards him again, taking his hands. "Nonsense, Everett. I'm sure we can switch later. You must be such a capable dance partner but let me dance with you first. Who knows when I'll next have the honour?" Alain said and pulled Everett on after him, stumbling and swaying drunkenly in some imitation of a rhythm that only made sense in his drunken mind. However, he barely had time to fully enjoy the "dance" before he felt a tap on his shoulder. Alain lazily turned his head and focused on the guard clan in purple and grey livery, a deep frown on his face. "My lords," he coughed. "You're being disruptive. I'm afraid I must ask you to leave." Alain snorted and laughed loudly, squeezing Everett's hand. "Why? We're only having fun, aren't we, Evvy?" "The king does not think so," the guard replied. *** Margot found a smile creeping across her face as she listened to Satine talk about her wedding, and watched the fond expression form on the other woman's face. She recognised that look far too well. "It sounds like it must have been lovely. I know I was like that at my own wedding too. To marry somebody you love is..." the woman sighed as memories of that day flitted through her head. Her smile grew wider as she thought about the ceremony, and the feast, how happy she was throughout it all, before it disappeared completely when that fateful evening after the wedding materialised in her mind. "...It's a wonderful feeling." Alain dismissives Everett's complains and pulls him into a dance before they are confronted by a guard asking them to leave. Meanwhile, Margot remembers her own wedding day, right up to how it ended. As expected, feels are punched.
This post is brought to you by Vana Tallinn chocolate liquer. |
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Post by PFA on Aug 31, 2015 14:47:29 GMT -5
"We are not having fun," Everett spat, trying to pull away from Alain and threatening to topple himself over in the process. The guard's words troubled him, though. Were they being kicked out? That meant that they didn't want him there, that he'd made a mess of things just as he thought and his father would have been ashamed— "This is all your fault, Alain," he said again. "This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you!" --- Satine frowned as she listened to Margot's response. Though her words were happy, Satine didn't miss the distant longing in the other woman's tone as she spoke. She couldn't help but feel a bit guilty; her and Everett's situation wasn't the norm in the world of noble marriages, after all. "I'm sorry, is this topic bothering you?" she asked. "We can talk about something else if you like." Everett feels bad about causing a scene, and responds by yelling at Alain some more. Flawless logic! Meanwhile, Satine realizes that Margot's wedding situation is probably maybe not as ideal as hers and Everett's, and offers to change the subject. |
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Post by Celestial on Sept 5, 2015 15:44:57 GMT -5
Alain blinked, reaching towards Everett as the other lord tore away from him before he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "I know, and you would have had such a boring time, Evvy! Instead, you had fun with me, haven't you?" he grinned and lurched over, throwing his arm around Everett again, as much for support for himself as to cuddle him. "I know I had a lot of fun. Thanks for dragging me into this." "Nevertheless, your lordships, your Majesty asks that you leave and stop disrupting the other guests, immediately," the guard remarked, his voice growing more strained and his eyes getting darker. "Oh, Falconnie? How typical of him to be such a killjoy," Alain's head lolled to look back at where the king was sitting before turning to Everett, his eyes glimmering mischievously. "Have you met the king yet, Evvy? I met him during the war, it was great. He's a lot like you in a way, also serious and could not take a joke at all," he swatted at the Jade Lord playfully, like a kitten at a string, before his smile grew sly. "Bet he would not force you on your knees for your oath. Not that I minded, if there's any man I would not mind forcing me on my knees- maybe you but-" "My lords, King Falcon insists that you leave, now," the guard exclaimed, his hand on the sword at his belt. "Or I shall be forced to escort you out." "Alright, fine, we'll leave if it will keep Falcon being less sour. He's almost as lemon as you, Everett," Alain laughed, squeezing Everett around the shoulders and dragging him on after him towards the exit and down the winding halls of the Raven's Keep. "Come on, Evvy, I'm sure we can find other ways to entertain ourselves..." a small frown crossed his face. "Actually, where did our wives go?" Trying to recall the feast, it occured to him that neither Satine nor Margot had been seen for a while. No doubt they had run off...somewhere. He wondered why. It was not like they were doing anything too awful, though perhaps it was a good thing they did not see the King getting angry at them. Margot especially would have been upset by that. But that did not matter now. They had a task! Still grinning lopsidedly, Alain turned to Everett. "Let's go find them. I'm sure you'll be very happy to see Lady Satine again, won't you, Evvy?" *** "Oh, no, it' alright," Margot shook her head, forcing a smile on to her face. "You are very, very lucky though, Lady Satine, to have married somebody you love...and someone who loves you back too." She coughed, glancing away. "At least, that's what I gathered from you and Lord Everett. I hope you do not assume I am making presumptions." Alain and Everett are kicked out because Falcon is a party pooper. Not perturbed, Alain suggests they go find their wives! And said wives are still having a nice chat. |
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Post by PFA on Oct 5, 2015 20:16:52 GMT -5
"I told you, we're not having fun," Everett spat, stumbling along with Alain as he led them out of the room. "And of course I've met the king! I'm supposed to be making a good impression, and you ruined that, and it's all your fault." At the mention of Satine, though, Everett couldn't help the smile from crossing his face. They were going to see Satine again? She wanted to see him? Though as this thought crossed his mind, the smile faded as quickly as it had come. "She's not still mad, is she?" --- "No, it's alright. You're not wrong," Satine replied, a smile on her face but a look of sad sympathy in her eyes for Margot. "Though I realize our marriage is a special case. Everett was the one who made the arrangement, after all." She absently fiddled with a lock of her hair in thought. "Which doesn't usually happen among nobles." Everett is still mad at Alain, but is tentatively excited at the prospect of seeing Satine again. Satine, meanwhile, continues talking to Margot about noble marriages. |
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Post by Celestial on Oct 16, 2015 8:05:43 GMT -5
"Of course she's not, why would she be mad at you?" Alain grinned and laughed, slapping Everett on the back and wrapping his arm around his shoulder as they stumbled out of the Great Hall and into the corridor. "Nobody can ever be mad at that beautiful face of yours! Give her a kiss and a cuddle and she'll be perfectly happy with you in just a few moments!" He lowered his hand, squeezing Everett's arm and practically resting his head on the Jade Lord's shoulder. "Don't you worry about anything, not the king or Lady Satine. Everything will be fine." Up ahead, through his drunken haze, the Grand Duke spotted an open wooden door, swinging innoculously as though somebody had just gone through it. An enormous smile spread out across his face. "That might be them," Alain said and, still clinging to Everett, made his way over. As they got closer, however, it became apparent the door did not lead to any room. When he stopped right in front of it, Alain could see it was just a closet. "Hmm, strange..." he slurred, looking inside. "Who would have left this open?" he stepped forward. Normally a single uneven flagstone would not have made Alain trip up, but given how much alcohol he had consumed and how unsteady on their feet the two lords were, it was unavoidable. As soon as his foot catght on the stone's corner, Alain fell forward, dragging Everett on after him. He would have thrown out his arms to catch his balance but they were so tangled around the Jade Lord that it was impossible for them to arrest their momentum. The two noblemen tumbled unceremoniously into the closet, knocking over baskets and boxes full of things down on to the floor and spilling their contents. Disturbed, the door swung on its hinge, shutting behind them. *** "No, I suppose it does not..." Margot sighed, looking back out over Medieville. "Me and Alain married to secure an alliance between our Houses. As I understand, he was there for the negotiations and agreed to it, but I got no say in it. We only met a few days before our wedding." Again that memory flashed, unbidden, through her mind and the woman forced it down. Pleasant as it was, to remember Alain's eyes or his voice or even the sudden infatuation that had blossomed up within her at the sight of him, she did not want to do it in front of the Lady of Jade, even if Satine did seem to be quite sympathetic. "Please don't misunderstand me, Lady Satine, I don't want to seem like I am complaining about my current situation, or my husband. I know my place and I am happy to do my duty to him and my House," she turned back to Satine, shaking her head before lowering her eyes. "I just think you're very lucky, that's all, to have a husband who thinks of you the way Lord Everett does." Hello 'shipping closet. \o/ Meanwhile, Margot talks about her situation, oblivious to their hubbies'...shenanigans. |
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Post by PFA on Dec 24, 2015 18:37:42 GMT -5
And now they had fallen into a closet somehow. Everett groaned, trying to fumble his way to his feet, only to find that the closet they were in was both very cramped, as well as very dark once the door closed behind them. This, combined with his drunken lack of coordination, made it almost impossible to get into a comfortable position, let alone reach the door. "Great going," Everett grumbled, still trying desperately to find the doorknob. "For someone who... goes by 'Your Grace,' you're not very graceful. Why can't I find the handle?" It was only after fumbling about for quite some time, contorting himself into more and more awkward positions as he went, he came to a rather startling conclusion—this door didn't have a handle on the inside. It could only be opened from the outside. "And now we're stuck," he huffed aloud. "This is all your fault, you know." --- "I understand. I do consider myself to be quite lucky," Satine replied with a sad smile. "And I'm glad you can find happiness regardless. I figure it's best, no matter what the situation, to make the most of what you have." With a slightly more amused smile, she added, "I suppose you could say we're making the best of this situation." Everett gets annoyed when he discovers the 'shipping closet does not have a handle on the inside. Satine encourages making the most of a bad situation, even if that situation is your respective husbands getting each other stupidly drunk. |
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Post by Celestial on Jan 4, 2016 13:33:14 GMT -5
While Everett struggled to get back on to his feet, Alain slowly pushed himself up on to his knees, swaying unsteadily. He glanced around, narrowing his eyes to try to see something through the darkness, and, still remaining on his knees, stumbled forward. Immediately, he bumped into a storage shelf, sending a box falling down on to the floor. Something scattered, sending a ringing noise throughout the entire closet, and the Grand Duke fell down off his knees and into a sitting position. Perhaps he should have been worried at being trapped like this, and certainly, some part somewhere in Alain's mind that was not completely soaked in alcohol was trying to think of some way for them to get out. However, compared to the thoughts that were swirling around inside his head that had been fuelled by drink were not concerned at all. In fact, this whole situation was so ridiculous that it was hilarious. Alain burst into raucous laughter and then, when he had run out of breath, grinned up at Everett. "Oh, this isn't so bad. We could be stuck somewhere much worse...and I certainly could have much worse company," he said slyly. Leaning back against the shelves, he continued to chuckle. "There's no point struggling if we're stuck, is there? It will just waste energy. Don't worry, I'm sure someone will notice that we're missing. We are the heads of Corvus and Bern, respectively, we're important enough," the Grand Duke lifted up his arm towards the Jade Lord. "In the meantime, why don't you relax, Evvy? This is a perfect time to come down from that excitement." He reached out an arm towards the Jade Lord and made a grab for his cloak, tugging him closer. *** Despite the memories that were still lingering at the back of her mind, Margot found herself smiling back at Satine's remark. "Yes...I suppose so," she said with a small laugh. "I doubt we would have had much of an opportunity to talk privately like this otherwise, Lady Satine. It's very gracious of you to be so forgiving in these circumstances and not take what happened as an insult." The Stallion lady bowed her head slightly. "I am very grateful for that, more than you can imagine. Not everyone can forgive humiliation like that so easily." Alain is too drunk to care and therefore very non-plussed by being trapped in a closet. He tells Everett to relax and tries to pull him towards him.
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Post by PFA on Feb 2, 2016 15:03:18 GMT -5
"Maybe they don't want to find us. They kicked us out, you know. Hey!" Everett's eyes went wide as Alain pulled at his cloak. Everett tried to pull away, but to no avail, only managing to get himself more tangled. "Let me go! Whoa—!" Finally, unable to maintain his balance any longer, Everett flopped over backwards, landing in Alain's lap. Great, this was the second time today. This was really starting to get annoying. "This is all your fault," Everett repeated. --- "Well, I've always thought it was better to forgive than to hold a grudge, especially when it's not even the other person's fault." Satine smiled back at Margot. "And I am glad we got this opportunity to just talk. It's been a pleasure getting to know you." Everett again completely fails to get away from Alain. You can't fight it, man. Satine, meanwhile, makes friends with Margot! |
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Post by Celestial on Feb 9, 2016 16:29:41 GMT -5
The Grand Duke grinned widely as the Jade Lord fell down on to his lap. Oh, this was getting better and better. He leaned closer to the other man's face, gazing into his green eyes. "I will gladly take the blame for this. It's all worth it. I had a good time...and I still am," he purred. Slowly, Alain curled his right arm around Everett. His left he raised up and brushed a lock of the Jade Lord's hair away from his face, tucking it gently behind his ear before running a finger down the contour of his face. Despite that sour expression and seemingly permanent frown that Everett wore, there was undeniably something about him that was quite..."Have I ever told you just how handsome you are, Evvy?" *** Margot nodded, and though she did not dare look up at Satine, her shy smile said all that she other woman needed to know. "I do hope we can keep in contact. I know Destrier and Solis are far away, but it can get quite lonely up there," she sighed, clasping her hand to her chest. "I get letters from my brothers, of course, but they are all busy so they aren't always frequent." The 'shipping closet begins to have its effect on Alain. Or it might be the booze. Either way, the flirting gets turned up. Margot says they can keep in touch and mentions brothers. Speak of the devil...*hint, hint, Liou* |
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