Realistic or Modern Harcourt Ball (Open)

[MedievalFanatic2023]

"I would be more than happy to get out of this crazy ballroom," a hint of amusement on his voice as he accepted her hand. Leading his betrothed out of the room and away from the chatter that was held inside he enjoyed the fresh air that came with it. Delighted to see the flowers yet again as he took to walking his betrothed around the area. "My friend was telling me about the flowers when we were walking out here, saying that I would be a Tiger Lily if I was a flower. So I do have a mystery to solve in what their meaning is," he wanted to talk to her about everything that he's experience, especially the fight that she came in late for. He needed to try and reel himself back in. "I must say that I enjoy when I can walk out under the stars. I'd love it more if you were always accompanying me on them," giving a gentle squeeze to her hand as he said this. He could simple imagine it now how they'd walk beneath the stars and she'd tell him about her day as they went.

He felt like a child with how much he wanted to talk and hear his betroths' voice. It was as if he wanted to make sure he could keep hearing her voice, that it didn't matter what the actual topic was about. "Do you enjoy nature? I've always had a fondness for being around trees and flowers," he was a bit nervous as he asked this. In truth he wanted to see if maybe, by chance, that his one would possible entertain him with the though of climbing into a tree with him. He's never had someone who'd willingly go up and sit on a branch with him. The view from up in a tree was always in his heart, he enjoyed simple being up there.

MedievalFanatic2023

“Glad you agree, Ezra.” She said hearing his answer responding as he accepted her hand. They started to walk away from the ball room. Once she got out she breathed air and noticed flowers hearing him talk about what kind of flower he is. “What would my flower be?” She asked and heard him continue talking about gazing under the stars. It sounded beautiful something romantic enough to be in a novel. She loved the idea of it and she felt him gently squeeze her hand making her blush and smile. “That sounds perfect..” she said softly.

She heard him continue conversing with her and she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Sounds something like a landscape i could paint. Trees and flowers are wonderful inspiration for me.” She said as she slipped her free arm around him looking at him with her blue eyes as some blonde strands flowed loose from her braid and blowed slightly against her rosey cheeks blushing still. “My turn to ask questions, whats your favorite flower. No one that describes you but one you love the most.” She said.

 

[StarxLight]

Lowquta

Elodie watched as Vincent ate, glad he was finally getting some food. He had been gone for close to an hour and she had been a little concerned at that. Working all night would not have been relaxing, she assumed. She flushes a light pink when he leans in, and the blush stays at his works. She feels lucky. He had been kind, respectful and funny. She could now add charming to that list, she supposed "Oh, secrets, huh?" she smiled softly, making sure to keep eye contact as she said "What kind of secrets will we be sharing?. Elodie tries to contain her emotions at the pet name but does not do a very good job, her smile widening and nose crinkling a bit in happiness. What a sweetheart he was!

Something about the flirting, or the way Vincent was behaving found her quite relaxed. Although she was positive the alcohol was helping she did not find herself minding at all. Elodie finished eating, pushing her plate a little away in order to rest an arm on the table. It did not move them closer together, but did bring her to face him more. She had to think about her answer to this a little more, and settled on "If I think of any you'd like to hear, I will certainly share with you."

 

[Breathless]

Matthias was taken aback by how pleasurable it was to hear Lucas laugh, it was by far the best sound he'd ever had heard. He blushed, and nodded at Lucas as he remembered it was dinner time.

Now, with everything that happened he wasn't that hungry, but he did want to have a nice dinner with Lucas. so he nodded his head and he agreed, "Ah, that sounds lovely. Uh..would you mind avoiding any meats for my plate?"

Once again he blushed, he didn't want Lucas to think that was a silly decision, being vegetarian that is. It wasn't exactly Matthias's choice. He was raised that way, and when he tried to eat meat for the first time his stomach couldn't handle it, but Matthias didn't really mind not eating meat anyway, so it wasn't a big loss.

After Lucas had left Matthias smiled, and sighed humming a tune. He loved where his life was at. He thought about the future, and all the things they could do together. Plant gardens, have miniature versions of them running around.

It was probably Insane to think about kids right now, but it was simply a thought. A comforting one too.

MToki

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Melissa nods gently as Lady Harcourt spoke and quickly left. She sighs before standing and leaving the room. The girl wandered the halls for a bit along not wanting to go back to the party and not wanting to meet up with Mika again because of the fear that her maid would be upset with her. Eventually, the ballroom was below her as she stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the dance floor. The girl shakily put her hand on the rail and began to make her way down. As she made her way down the stairs to the ballroom floor, she gazed around and noticed Frankie and someone new chatting at the bar.
Cosmos

The mute girl swallowed her small amount of pride and grabbed a glass of alcohol from an attendant before downing it and grabbing another. She immediately felt the effect of the alcoholic beverage and felt a little light on her feet. She didn't stop staring at the couple chatting at the bar as she stumbled there. "Hey..." she whispered as she approached, but she was too quiet to be heard over the noisy room. She nearly collapses upon the girl. Melissa puts the fresh cup of whiskey on the bar. The bartender raised an eyebrow at how only 1 glass got her drunk.

Coyote MedievalFanatic2023

 

[Lowquta]

He’s facing her as well at this point, a faint smile on his lips as she tells him that she would keep an open mind to the proposition. He’s exhausted but this young lady still managed to charm him quite a bit. It was still day one and while he might not feel like he’s head over heels like some of the other couples did he felt intrigued, intellectually challenged and charmed by her wit.

He pushes his own plate to the side slightly as he lets his elbow rest on the table, his head leaning against his hand as he looks back at her. He could practically feel his father smack his arm and tell him to sit straight. At the end of the day, he thinks that his father doesn’t realise that the whole act of being a noble, is in fact just for show. It was impossible that people truly enjoyed the insistant mingling, the judging, the drama. He thinks thats the part about Elodie that he enjoys, that she seems like she wants to be a real person, with feelings, interests and a lust for adventure.

”I would hope.” He winks at her, shifting in his seat for a moment. ”I’ll tell you a secret now...” he said, leaning in closer as he lowered his voice. ”I’m thinking about stealing you away for a stroll outside so I don’t have to tend to another person, because I’m sure none of these people can behave themselves for the rest of the night.” He admits with a charming smile.

StarxLight

 

[Coyote]

Samantha shyly looked at him her cheeks rosey as a rose as she dabbed his nose with the wet napkin. She was being gentle not to cause the man pain. She heard him boast a bit and she cracked a smile. “Well...looks like you might have won.” She said then it got silent before he spoke again.

She seemed very forgiving and she had finished wiping the blood off his nose giving a gentle gaze. ““You should heal fine...and i am not mad Frankie. You probably didn’t mean it anyway.” She said then blushed flattered hearing his genuine apology. “Both of us have to Frankie...you are right..i am your betrothed.” She said shifting her gaze extremely shy and flustered. She didn’t necessarily care he looked terrible. Looks weren’t everything to look for in a husband. She neatly set the napkin down as red ringlets strayed from her bun that was neatly done with a carnation in her hair.

Melissa nods gently as Lady Harcourt spoke and quickly left. She sighs before standing and leaving the room. The girl wandered the halls for a bit along not wanting to go back to the party and not wanting to meet up with Mika again because of the fear that her maid would be upset with her. Eventually, the ballroom was below her as she stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the dance floor. The girl shakily put her hand on the rail and began to make her way down. As she made her way down the stairs to the ballroom floor, she gazed around and noticed Frankie and someone new chatting at the bar.
Cosmos

The mute girl swallowed her small amount of pride and grabbed a glass of alcohol from an attendant before downing it and grabbing another. She immediately felt the effect of the alcoholic beverage and felt a little light on her feet. She didn't stop staring at the couple chatting at the bar as she stumbled there. "Hey..." she whispered as she approached, but she was too quiet to be heard over the noisy room. She nearly collapses upon the girl. Melissa puts the fresh cup of whiskey on the bar. The bartender raised an eyebrow at how only 1 glass got her drunk.

Coyote MedievalFanatic2023

Frankie broke into a hesitant smile when she told him that it seemed he won. "Hehe," he chuckled, as his smile grew wider. "Uh, yeah, I mean, of course," he began beaming. She continued to gently wipe his nose and he was relieved to find that his earlier rudeness would not hurt his chances to win her heart. Being married to is one thing, but being loved was something else entirely. "I-I'm glad," he said. If he kept like that, his cheeks might just start to grow tired. Frankie tried to put on a straight face but wound up looking silly, trying to hide a smile like a fat man behind a pole. It was then that he felt his courage well up to his heart. He leaned forward so that her eyes shone like emerald butterflies on the canvas of her face. "Can I tell you something?" he asked, his smile softening from the brash boldness it carried, to gentle joy. He opened his mouth to speak, "I-"

Suddenly, Melissa collapsed on Samantha's lap, causing Frankie sit back in surprise. He looks at the bartender who looked just as confused as he was. Frankie then looked at the glass she had. He frowned and picked up the glass. He smelled it and thought for a moment before he inhaled furiously. "WHISKEY???" Frankie looked offended at the mere and immediately fought back the urge to throw the drink. Instead, he gripped the glass... crack. "Sir... would you like me to take that from you?" the bartender asked. "Yes, por favor," Frankie handed him the glass before turning to Samantha and Melissa. "Let me see if I can wake her up," Frankie said cracking his knuckles and stretching his back. He knelt down so his face was leveled with hers, glaring at her with an intense blaze in his eyes before finally, he pinched her cheek. "Oye, levantase chica," he shook her cheek lightly. Then he patted her cheek softly. "De la virgen Maria, despierta. I refuse to believe that it is whiskey that dealt you in," he said, pinching, patting, and wobbling her face until she would finally open her eyes.

Sgt Gomez MedievalFanatic2023

 

[MedievalFanatic2023]

Samantha smiled laughing lightly starting to feel comfortable talking to him. “I would think so.” She said as she had turned away from the napkin after wiping his bloody nose. She noticed he was relieved he was forgiven ve it made her blush and smile gently. She noticed him smiling it was a good look for him she wondered if he smiled often.


Blinked losing her train of thought as he said he wanted to tell her something. “Sure.” She said calmly and quietly but then let out a screech the poor girl almost loosing her balance from the abruptness of this woman on her. Her emerald green eyes widen she was shaking not use to this physical contact as she wasn’t sure if this lady was going to do something to her since it was so sudden. She noticed frank smell the girls drink and seemed quite displeased about the whiskey. She noticed how upset Frank was hearing a quiet crack of the glass before it was handed off to the bartender. She wasn’t bothered that frank was trying to wake the girl up she just sat stiffly shaken by this as she watched frank try to wake this girl up.

Sgt Gomez Coyote

 

[StarxLight]

Lowquta

Elodie was feeling comfortable. She was not swooning, or deeply in love but she was comfortable with Vincent and she found herself basking in the feeling a little. From feeling like she was going to meet her doom to being comfortable was enough for her for a few hours. On top of that, she was feeling desireable. A novelty, or so it felt like. If friendship is all she got from this or even light flirtation she would consider herself absolutely lucky. She found herself looking over Vincent's face and if anyone asked she would one hundred percent blame the alcohol. He was handsome, she knew but she noted the curve of his lips and the gentle sparkle to his eyes.

She takes a breath in to calm herself as he leans closer, elbow now resting on the table beside hers. His head tilted to the side as it rests on his hand.She smiles, happy that he was able to feel comfortable to relaxed in front of her. She does not want the performance, the dance that her parents have. She does not want to have to pretend to be someone else in her own home. Or she supposes, their home when the three weeks were up.

She blushes when Vincent winks but ducks her head a little to hide it, picking up her drink and finishing it off. Gathering herself, She holds out of hand for him to take, and straightens up "If you wish to steal me, darling, go right ahead." she tells him "The gardens were lovely, for what I saw of them if that is what you were thinking.". Elodie bites her lip, as if considering something before adding "I am afraid if you have to treat anyone else you may fall asleep on the spot"

 

[MToki]

Lucas, being rather frivolous, checked multiple times to make sure Matthias's plate had no meat. While he personally didn't have any dietary restrictions, he understood it was people's choice to eat what they wanted. Being of French descent, Lucas was exposed to a variety of foods at an early age. Some were normal, others were rather adventurous, but either way he's been taught to finish his plate.

Humming a French nursery rhyme, he strolled through the ballroom and hallway, head gently swaying to the melody, as his hands remained steady for the tray. Oh, how blissful this felt. Bringing his future husband a tray of food to share. He could see this moment happen on a lazy Saturday morning. Where Matthias stays in bed to fight off wakefulness, while Lucas prepares a breakfast to surprise his husband. The fluttering feeling returns in his stomach and along with it the pressure against his heart. He wished to have moments like those, but he'd have to earn it.

Lucas reentered the bedroom, lightly humming with a bright smile on his face. "I've returned triumphant, fair maiden." He announced, presenting his neatly organized tray.


Breathless

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Melissa groans as Frankie pats her face and talks to her. What was he trying to say...? Wake up? She wasn't even asleep! "Stop...stop," she tried to say but her mouth just opened and closed without anything coming out. "She only had one glass," the bartender says on his way back over. "I've never seen someone who couldn't handle their alcohol this bad. Of course with what Lady Harcourt says of her condition I suppose it makes sense."

The mute girl turns and wraps her arms around the girl she was leaning against. "Soft, warm," she murmurs audible enough just for Sammy to hear. Life had only gotten harder as she grew up, at first her parents held out hope she would get her voice. Eventually they accepted her fate and had another child hoping the unborn baby would not suffer Melissa's fate. Melissa loved her younger brother, but he was given the most attention and she knew he was going to be the chosen heir to their lumber business. She was a simple weight that needed to be removed from the family and the easiest way to do that was through marriage.

Coyote MedievalFanatic2023

 

[Coyote]

When Melissa stirred, Frankie moved back. He couldn't help but watch her, perplexed by her drunken behavior. Soft, warm, she said. Frankie's eyes were drawn to Samantha's lap. You're damn right. "AHEM," Frankie interrupted himself as he stood up and glanced over at Samantha with a quizzical look that seemed to say, What do you want to do about this? Frankie wondered if escorting her to her room would be the best course of action. He's woken up in places that weren't his bedroom too often to wish it on someone else. Frankie offered his hand to Melissa in order to help her stand back up. "Try not to uh.. lose your dinner," he said, "The 'Looks like a Mess' Club should stay with its only member, yours truly." He gave a brief chuckle as he flashed her a smile. Then a familiar name rang in his head. Lady Harcourt. Where was she all night? What was she doing and where was she going to take us? Frankie scanned the ballroom but as expected, she was nowhere to be seen. Until then, he decided to put those thought on hold and focus more on making sure Melissa is ok first.

MedievalFanatic2023 Sgt Gomez

 

[MedievalFanatic2023]

When Melissa stirred, Frankie moved back. He couldn't help but watch her, perplexed by her drunken behavior. Soft, warm, she said. Frankie's eyes were drawn to Samantha's lap. You're damn right. "AHEM," Frankie interrupted himself as he stood up and glanced over at Samantha with a quizzical look that seemed to say, What do you want to do about this? Frankie wondered if escorting her to her room would be the best course of action. He's woken up in places that weren't his bedroom too often to wish it on someone else. Frankie offered his hand to Melissa in order to help her stand back up. "Try not to uh.. lose your dinner," he said, "The 'Looks like a Mess' Club should stay with its only member, yours truly." He gave a brief chuckle as he flashed her a smile. Then a familiar name rang in his head. Lady Harcourt. Where was she all night? What was she doing and where was she going to take us? Frankie scanned the ballroom but as expected, she was nowhere to be seen. Until then, he decided to put those thought on hold and focus more on making sure Melissa is ok first.

MedievalFanatic2023 Sgt Gomez

Samantha tilted her head slightly unsure but also startled being hugged that sort of affection did not happen to often. She noticed Franks eyes gaze to her lap she wondered what he was thinking about. She had read novels about men getting frisky. She only knew from knowledge not experience. She heard him break the silence and she looked at him then pursed her lips feeling awkward. “Its okay you can take her.” She said quietly as she noticed frank help Melissa up. “Be careful frank...shes pretty drunk.” She said sweetly trying to come off as caring about him since he was her bethrothed and didn’t want things to take a bad turn. It was late anyways and she should be going to be also. She got up after she watched Frank take Mel to her room. Samantha folded her fan and leaned back in her chair until she watched a scene unfold as frankie was stopped by another man. She was nervous about approaching the situation but she didn’t want frankie to end up in a fight over a big misunderstanding.

She picked up her fan and walked over going behind Frankie and wrapped an arm around his single right arm. “Sir...! Uh this is u-uhh.” She was very nervous. “I-i am frankies bethrothed. H-hopefully nothing w-was bad meant by taking a f-riend to a room.” She was quite shaken up but she was really not use to the social surroundings especially the people.

 

[lion.]

The night sired sly colors under its plain black. The ballroom, once a location of grandeur of nobility and bearings of cautiousness, transformed at the hand on the clock. The room grew more skittish with drunken visions and receding chandelier light, the flames in a hellion of a war with the wax.

In chatoyant distance, Thaddeus prizingly found his small intended. She had re-entered the ballroom, hastily stumbling about on her rocky feet. With little control over her appeared intoxication, the sprite with Eden-golden hair buckling at an ends to the tan sleeves of her arms ended up tipping into a woman’s lap.

A wink of a smirk painted in his blue orbs and he set the glass to a nearby table with the softest silence of a clink. Then, he slunk forward like a half-ravenous archfiend, the black in his suit amplifying the whirlpool of ambiguity that nobody could caress. His footwork was an orientally lucid in eloquence while heavy in power.

A man was steadying the drunken maiden. Thaddeus recognized him in a spur of instance. The man of the drinks.

Self-evident it was that his intended trusted the man who had manifested his arms to hold her. He had a staunch build. The way his hands single-handedly captured the circumference of her shoulders, the way his square jaw remained tested as he tried to keep his flighty betrothed awake, this man was a turgid man in all states. When he began veneering her toward the hall, he put his frame in the path for intervention.

“Pardon me,” he purred in a sibilant sound, “I believe I can take it from here.” Thaddeus took no offense to strain his intended towards his statuette torso. His callous, cold hands gave his betrothed a spin from the grip of the other man, a lewdly dysfunctional fairytale spin that landed the light, small woman closer to him and out of the hands of the other man.

 

[Lowquta]

His eyebrows raised in fond surprise, but he takes her hand nonetheless, getting up from his seat before starting to guide her towards the gardens. He hasn't been out there himself, for more than a few minutes before Matthias was shot in the thigh. It was getting dark, but he figured that more than the garden, he would certainly enjoy the company. The banter and the flattery had been more than enough to keep him intrigued by the woman and spending time away from the drama and intensity of a full gathering seemed like an excellent proposition.

"Ah, I believe you're right. Didn't quite expect to be on the job while being here, but then again, what is a party without at least a few people getting severely hurt...adds to the drama and scandal of it all." He says, albeit somewhat sarcastically as the two of them step out into the fresh air. It has gotten somewhat chillier than the last time he was outside, but he still finds it bearable, even without his coat. It's much quieter out here and without the noise of faint conversation in the background he can find himself able to think again.

After a moment of short walking in the gardens, he decides to speak again. They were alone now, somewhat different from the commotion of the party. "You know, I was pleasantly surprised when finding out you spoke french...I was always worried that I was going to be ripping whoever I was matched up with away from their home. I still want you to be able to do your work, I have little interest in marrying a woman purely based on the concept of having a lady at home." he explains to her, deciding that open and raw honesty regarding his views might be best to share sooner rather than later, even if the young woman might dislike them. There weren't many people in this day and age that viewed things this way.

StarxLight

 

[StarxLight]

Lowquta
Elodie let herself be led out of the ballroom. As soon as they walked outside a nice cool breeze washed over her, and she found herself grateful her hair was up. She hadn't realised how warm the ballroom had gotten. She followed as Vincent led, taking them further into the gardens than she had seen before. The candles scattered around lit the way enough to see, but not much more than that. She felt grateful at his suggestion, now they were outside. Sure something else would go wrong.

She laughed quietly "No, I expect you weren't. A gunshot wound on the first night, my goodness." she replies "Let's hope not all parties here are this dramatic or we may find ourselves in harms way." She adds. Elodie listens to him speak with a soft smile on her face. She finds herself pleasantly surprised by his words and turns her head to face him "I am glad too, relocating was a terrifying prospect. Most I do can be done by correspondence but occasionally I do need to travel to the presses." she tells him, trying not to get too into it. "I would not do well sitting idle, I would need something to do." she confesses to him "But I am glad that you feel that way. I appreciate your concern. I was terrified of being told I had to give up my families business."

 

[Coyote]

The night sired sly colors under its plain black. The ballroom, once a location of grandeur of nobility and bearings of cautiousness, transformed at the hand on the clock. The room grew more skittish with drunken visions and receding chandelier light, the flames in a hellion of a war with the wax.

In chatoyant distance, Thaddeus prizingly found his small intended. She had re-entered the ballroom, hastily stumbling about on her rocky feet. With little control over her appeared intoxication, the sprite with Eden-golden hair buckling at an ends to the tan sleeves of her arms ended up tipping into a woman’s lap.

A wink of a smirk painted in his blue orbs and he set the glass to a nearby table with the softest silence of a clink. Then, he slunk forward like a half-ravenous archfiend, the black in his suit amplifying the whirlpool of ambiguity that nobody could caress. His footwork was an orientally lucid in eloquence while heavy in power.

A man was steadying the drunken maiden. Thaddeus recognized him in a spur of instance. The man of the drinks.

Self-evident it was that his intended trusted the man who had manifested his arms to hold her. He had a staunch build. The way his hands single-handedly captured the circumference of her shoulders, the way his square jaw remained tested as he tried to keep his flighty betrothed awake, this man was a turgid man in all states. When he began veneering her toward the hall, he put his frame in the path for intervention.

“Pardon me,” he purred in a sibilant sound, “I believe I can take it from here.” Thaddeus took no offense to strain his intended towards his statuette torso. His callous, cold hands gave his betrothed a spin from the grip of the other man, a lewdly dysfunctional fairytale spin that landed the light, small woman closer to him and out of the hands of the other man.

Samantha tilted her head slightly unsure but also startled being hugged that sort of affection did not happen to often. She noticed Franks eyes gaze to her lap she wondered what he was thinking about. She had read novels about men getting frisky. She only knew from knowledge not experience. She heard him break the silence and she looked at him then pursed her lips feeling awkward. “Its okay you can take her.” She said quietly as she noticed frank help Melissa up. “Be careful frank...shes pretty drunk.” She said sweetly trying to come off as caring about him since he was her bethrothed and didn’t want things to take a bad turn. It was late anyways and she should be going to be also. She got up after she watched Frank take Mel to her room. Samantha folded her fan and leaned back in her chair until she watched a scene unfold as frankie was stopped by another man. She was nervous about approaching the situation but she didn’t want frankie to end up in a fight over a big misunderstanding.

She picked up her fan and walked over going behind Frankie and wrapped an arm around his single right arm. “Sir...! Uh this is u-uhh.” She was very nervous. “I-i am frankies bethrothed. H-hopefully nothing w-was bad meant by taking a f-riend to a room.” She was quite shaken up but she was really not use to the social surroundings especially the people.

Frankie continued to guide Melissa to the hall when suddenly, a man cut him off. The look on his face was strung up in way that made Frankie skeptical. His hardened glare returned as the man took Melissa into his hands. He noticed they had matching flowers but in a classically stubborn sense, Frankie couldn't bring himself to trust him. Had he seen him before? Frankie thought for a moment before the memory hit him. This was the man who was turned away when Melissa had a fainting spell. He only caught a glimpsed as he was enticed into accepting a boxing match with Katarina. In the moments their eyes met, Frankie could smell the smoke before the fire ignited.

"You got a problem with me escorting her to her room?" he asked with an unfriendly tone. Frankie made no moves to take Melissa back from the man... at least not yet. Perhaps it was the alcohol that refused to stop swimming through his blood. "Because I don't happen to agree you can take it from here," he stepped forward and suddenly,

"Sir...! Uh this is u-uhh," Samantha grabbed his arm and he halted his advance, "I-i am Frankie's betrothed. H-hopefully nothing w-was bad meant by taking a f-friend to a room." Frankie looked at her, stunned before looking back at the man who more or less volunteered to take Melissa back in his place. He saw it then. The triumphant look in his eyes, daring him to challenge the status quo. Frankie considered it for a moment, but only for that long. He felt how tightly Samantha was gripping his arm and stepped back to stand beside his betrothed, leaving Melissa to Thaddeus. It wasn't to say that he was pleased with the outcome, but for Samantha's sake, he decided against putting her in a situation that burdened her more than it did now. He left out a sigh that sounded like steam hissing from an engine and inhaled once more before turning back to his betrothed, letting Melissa and Thaddeus go about their business. "Are you ok?" he asked.

MedievalFanatic2023 lion.

 

[MedievalFanatic2023]

Frankie continued to guide Melissa to the hall when suddenly, a man cut him off. The look on his face was strung up in way that made Frankie skeptical. His hardened glare returned as the man took Melissa into his hands. He noticed they had matching flowers but in a classically stubborn sense, Frankie couldn't bring himself to trust him. Had he seen him before? Frankie thought for a moment before the memory hit him. This was the man who was turned away when Melissa had a fainting spell. He only caught a glimpsed as he was enticed into accepting a boxing match with Katarina. In the moments their eyes met, Frankie could smell the smoke before the fire ignited.

"You got a problem with me escorting her to her room?" he asked with an unfriendly tone. Frankie made no moves to take Melissa back from the man... at least not yet. Perhaps it was the alcohol that refused to stop swimming through his blood. "Because I don't happen to agree you can take it from here," he stepped forward and suddenly,

"Sir...! Uh this is u-uhh," Samantha grabbed his arm and he halted his advance, "I-i am Frankie's betrothed. H-hopefully nothing w-was bad meant by taking a f-friend to a room." Frankie looked at her, stunned before looking back at the man who more or less volunteered to take Melissa back in his place. He saw it then. The triumphant look in his eyes, daring him to challenge the status quo. Frankie considered it for a moment, but only for that long. He felt how tightly Samantha was gripping his arm and stepped back to stand beside his betrothed, leaving Melissa to Thaddeus. It wasn't to say that he was pleased with the outcome, but for Samantha's sake, he decided against putting her in a situation that burdened her more than it did now. He left out a sigh that sounded like steam hissing from an engine and inhaled once more before turning back to his betrothed, letting Melissa and Thaddeus go about their business. "Are you ok?" he asked.

MedievalFanatic2023 lion.

Samantha wasn’t sure what to do as the tension was high between the two men as the other one was holding the drunk girl that had laid across her lap. She was scared stiff from social interaction. She was gently squeezing Frankies right arm trying to calm her nerves.

She noticed Frankie back down go back closer to her noticing him sigh audibly and heard a calmed inhale as he turned to her asking if she was okay. “I-i am...” she said emotional as she was more worried about Frankie getting hurt or clocked by the girls betrothed. “I am sorry i intervened...” she said quietly not sure if he was upset or not.

 

[lion.]

“You got a problem with me escorting her to her room?” The man had retorted. The irony behind this lifted pandemonium was that Thaddeus wanted to know the answer for himself.

So, what if he escorted her there? Why care? And, what if it became more than her being escorted? What if it was a getaway for them to have midnight congress-What did it have to do with him?

He put his alarming thoughts on an enduring halt when his body, remembering his senses, felt the blonde bury deeper into his arm with drunk exhaustion. For all several hundred reasons in one, he stiffened.

Like night and day, the two men remained in a stony distance facing each other with silent combatment. The air crackled with a tropical cyclone from one side and a dare-deviling dust storm from the other.

“Because I don’t happen to agree you can `take it from here.” The man had continued to inform him.

You really think that, do you?
Thaddeus, entertained on hearing assumptions about himself, internally grinned at that statement. Outwardly, his face twitched to an ominously sealed one-sided smile.

“I assure you,” Thaddeus concisely responded with a thickened timbre, “I am quite interested in knowing what qualifies you to be a better escort.” His eyes seem to ignite with a guffaw of sinister earnestness, and his voice dropped to a whisper to be avoidant to the lady in nearby presence. “After all, you at most will be a stranger to her, and there’s only so much that your betrothed could trust you with.”

With a renewed smile, Thaddeus straightened.

While the man had a caricature that contrasted every line of his own, the spitfire he had in words was parallel to his own. His rooted accent went platonic with his sharpness. Thaddeus would’ve enjoyed turning this conversation into a more wicked argument with a vehement delight, but the lingering woman in a youthful green dress curved into the crook of the man’s arm. Her eyes were vineyards of rich wine, and her voice was feathery.

"Sir...! Uh this is u-uhh..I-i am Frankie's betrothed. H-hopefully nothing w-was bad meant by taking a f-friend to a room." She stuttered, her tongue failing to assist her. She, like his intended, was a fairly small woman who delicately fit into Frankie’s arm. She had fiery hair in her shy demeanor.

Bolstering a pretense of a smile, Thaddeus craned his neck to Frankie.

“Your intended seems to have wise words,” he pronounced aloud, “I pity an intelligent woman like her is stuck with someone like you.”

 

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Frankie listened to the man ask his silly questions. Was the answer that unclear? The man reeked of trouble but Frankie knew better than to even try to respond. He smiled proudly as he kept his attention on Samantha. "That's good to hear," he told her, "And don't worry about it, I'm glad you did."

"I pity an intelligent woman like her is stuck with someone like you," the man snickered. Frankie continued to smile. And smile. His eyebrow twitched. And smile.

"How about it, Samantha," he began, "It is rather late, would like me to escort you to your room?" Frankie offered his hand to her gently as he turned towards Thaddeus. He gave the man a glare dripping with intense hostility, his jaw clenched and his fist balled up in fury. Once Samantha took his hand, he lead her towards the hallway, passing by Thaddeus without so much as grazing him. Just walk away, Frankie. Walk away. Frankie stopped. He turned back towards the man with a crooked smirk.

"You're right," he said, "I believe her to be remarkably intelligent." Frankie cocked his chin up at Thaddeus with a smug grin. "And quite beautiful too. Don't let the jealousy eat you up," he winked at him brazenly and turned back around. Then, he continued walking, his body still tense as a wire. When they were a fair distance away, he grumbled, "Would've been nicer to smash that pretty face against the wall... then he'd be the king of pity."

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[MedievalFanatic2023]

Frankie listened to the man ask his silly questions. Was the answer that unclear? The man reeked of trouble but Frankie knew better than to even try to respond. He smiled proudly as he kept his attention on Samantha. "That's good to hear," he told her, "And don't worry about it, I'm glad you did."

"I pity an intelligent woman like her is stuck with someone like you," the man snickered. Frankie continued to smile. And smile. His eyebrow twitched. And smile.

"How about it, Samantha," he began, "It is rather late, would like me to escort you to your room?" Frankie offered his hand to her gently as he turned towards Thaddeus. He gave the man a glare dripping with intense hostility, his jaw clenched and his fist balled up in fury. Once Samantha took his hand, he lead her towards the hallway, passing by Thaddeus without so much as grazing him. Just walk away, Frankie. Walk away. Frankie stopped. He turned back towards the man with a crooked smirk.

"You're right," he said, "I believe her to be remarkably intelligent." Frankie cocked his chin up at Thaddeus with a smug grin. "And quite beautiful too. Don't let the jealousy eat you up," he winked at him brazenly and turned back around. Then, he continued walking, his body still tense as a wire. When they were a fair distance away, he grumbled, "Would've been nicer to smash that pretty face against the wall... then he'd be the king of pity."

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Samantha looked bad at Frank seeing him smiling and she gently smiled back. "yeah. W-well if you think so Frankie."

She said then heard what Thaddeus said. Was Thaddeus hitting on her? She wouldn't have known since it was unclear to her she held onto Frankie hugging him close trying to comfort him as he seemed upset.

She looked to Frankie hearing him offer to take her to her room. "of course." She said blushing shyly as she unwrapped her arms from around him and took his hand.

She noticed Frank turn and look at Thaddeus before she interlocked her hand with his. She gave a gentle squeeze trying to comfort her angered betrothed. She followed him going to the hallway and she spoke up. "W-why is he so mean to you, Frankie..?" She asked looking up to him with her green eyes but noticed him stopped for a second and spoke quite nicely about her.
And the things she heard flattered her, feeling those words were close to her heart. He thought she was beautiful and intelligent. it was so sweet of him so say those things aloud which made it special. Nobody she had met said that about her.

She then continued walking with him once he had finished telling the mean man off. She noticed he was stiff and heard his wish. "He is the one that looks like the fool already, Frankie. I thought what you said about me was super sweet though did you mean it?" She said mustering up the courage to talk more to him.

 

[Coyote]

Frankie didn't answer her question. Just kept walking with her at his side. In fact, when she brought it to his attention, even his footsteps seemed quieter. Frankie didn't even know quiet was possible with his size. If Samantha looked at him, she would see why. He only said what came to his mind then. It was a snap second decision and he didn't realize until now what he said. Now his face was a red mess of embarrassment and his heart raced wildly. He didn't know what to say! All his life he's flirted with women who had a thing for fighters, party-goers, gamblers, and shooters like him but never once did it ever happen with a girl he was going to marry. Frankie just spilled his thoughts to a girl who was going to spend her entire life with him and he just wasn't used to that. It was as if she'd the weak underbelly beneath his armor, and by accident too. It was his fault Frankie was now mindlessly walking down the hallway, hardly paying attention to where he was going. He was so caught up in his head that servants had to dodge out of the way to avoid bumping into him. Then, reality snapped back to him. MIERDA HE HADNT ANSWERED HER QUESTION YET!

"Uh-er-umm," he stammered, his eyes dashing around to find anything of interest that would spare him from looking at her. "Yeah, I mean, why not," he laughed too loud. "Why wouldn't I, you're my betrothed, what kind of person wouldn't think that of their significant other." Frankie laughed again, except this time it trailed off weakly as he offered a shaky smile.

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[MedievalFanatic2023]

Samantha noticed he seemed distracted as her questions were not answered for a long period of time. She sighed as she quietly followed him as he was very quiet so she stayed quiet as well. She noticed servants of the mansion jump out of the way as Frankie walked fast pace as something was on his mind. She heard him stutter which she had not seen that side of him. She notices he failed to look at her but his laughing was him seeming to cover up how nervous he was. She could tell that it was her the first time she met him. She leaned close to him her arms wrapping around him stopping him from walking another step. "It's okay, I am glad you feel that way. You were very honest with your feelings and said them out loud. It means a lot to me for our first time together you profess those feelings." She whispered as she was trying not to freeze up in nervousness. She leaned up and kissed his forehead. "I r-really liked that Frankie.." She said looked to him shyly with her green eyes.

She then unwrapped her arms from around him. "i..um really wish this night didn't have to end." She said gently with only small stutters from her obvious shyness she moved her hand to the side of his cheek and looked to him. "I-really h-hope we can have a f-future Frankie, my Mi amor." She said before moving her small petite hand away from his face as she used some Spanish she had read in books to impress him.
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[lion.]

Being a practitioner of law, Thaddeus knew a man never settles. To this extent when Frankie curled his lip to throw a final eclipse at him, Thaddeus merely arced a smile with an esteem to that of a churning grave.

Jealousy was a fool’s paradise.

They would meet again surely within the next horizon that blushed with naturally nude oranges and reds. Harcourt Manor had only so many attended valentines roaming its broadened halls and regal spring gardens. Thaddeus minded their retreating figures, the willow-green dress and the man’s disheveled attire from the aftermath of his bruised fight. They became sketches of silhouettes as they rounded the corner, disappearing into the hall.

The cacophony of a blared string by an instrument for the next song prompted Thaddeus’ rayless pupils to come to berth with the dazed lady flattened against his chest.

“Well,” his lips murmured on their own, “I would’ve never expected you to come to me in these circumstances.” Beforehand, every fibre of her bone plainly repelled him. Now, under the influence the minx huddled under his chest almost comfortably.

“More than that, I never thought I’d like you like this,” His voice commenced, blending in with the cords of the threaded romantic violens and thrums of the cello, “Drunk, inebriated, weak, vulnerable.” There was a prolonged verge of asperity in the truth that in the lanced lighting and buoyant tones could have been forgotten.

“But, I do,” he drastically found him saying, the waves in his irises threatening to spill over. At that concurrent, little of his mind interfered when his foot lashed out and kicked out her feet beneath her. He was exceedingly reflexive to catch her just before she slipped from angles. His own heart, which he blamed on the adrenaline alone, gave a single thump.

“You won’t remember me in the morning I’m sure,” he spoke in a lower resonant tone his eyes tracing over her, “But for now, allow me to take you to your room.” With a monarch ploy, he lifted his weightless intended in his arms.

 

[Coyote]

Samantha noticed he seemed distracted as her questions were not answered for a long period of time. She sighed as she quietly followed him as he was very quiet so she stayed quiet as well. She noticed servants of the mansion jump out of the way as Frankie walked fast pace as something was on his mind. She heard him stutter which she had not seen that side of him. She notices he failed to look at her but his laughing was him seeming to cover up how nervous he was. She could tell that it was her the first time she met him. She leaned close to him her arms wrapping around him stopping him from walking another step. "It's okay, I am glad you feel that way. You were very honest with your feelings and said them out loud. It means a lot to me for our first time together you profess those feelings." She whispered as she was trying not to freeze up in nervousness. She leaned up and kissed his forehead. "I r-really liked that Frankie.." She said looked to him shyly with her green eyes.

She then unwrapped her arms from around him. "i..um really wish this night didn't have to end." She said gently with only small stutters from her obvious shyness she moved her hand to the side of his cheek and looked to him. "I-really h-hope we can have a f-future Frankie, my Mi amor." She said before moving her small petite hand away from his face as she used some Spanish she had read in books to impress him.
Coyote

Frankie had half a mind to strangle Cupid right about now. Donde estaba ese puto mierda? Then, she embraced him. Frankie froze as his mind had a meltdown not unlike eating a stick of dynamite. Here, he dared to look at her and as she watched him with her glowing evergreen eyes, his heart stopped. WHAT WAS GOING ON? And then she kissed him. Frankie.exe has stopped working. No. Frankie.exe was banished to the shadow realm. Samantha caressed his rough, bruised cheek. This was the woman he was to marry. She wasn't arrogant, condescending, spiteful, or any of the things Frankie feared his betrothed would be. Frankie turned to her and lifted a finger to her chin. The glare in his eyes was rugged and intense as he lifted her face lightly. Frankie's breathing slowed as he leaned towards her, leaving his face inches from hers. Frankie was a fighter, not a lover. If he was punched, he punched back. If he was kicked, he kicked back. If he was kissed, he kissed back. So, he planted one on her lips with delicate gentleness. Mi Amor, she called him. Frankie looked at her again, his expression showing not even the slightest hint of movement.

"Who says our night has to end?"

 

[MedievalFanatic2023]

Frankie had half a mind to strangle Cupid right about now. Donde estaba ese puto mierda? Then, she embraced him. Frankie froze as his mind had a meltdown not unlike eating a stick of dynamite. Here, he dared to look at her and as she watched him with her glowing evergreen eyes, his heart stopped. WHAT WAS GOING ON? And then she kissed him. Frankie.exe has stopped working. No. Frankie.exe was banished to the shadow realm. Samantha caressed his rough, bruised cheek. This was the woman he was to marry. She wasn't arrogant, condescending, spiteful, or any of the things Frankie feared his betrothed would be. Frankie turned to her and lifted a finger to her chin. The glare in his eyes was rugged and intense as he lifted her face lightly. Frankie's breathing slowed as he leaned towards her, leaving his face inches from hers. Frankie was a fighter, not a lover. If he was punched, he punched back. If he was kicked, he kicked back. If he was kissed, he kissed back. So, he planted one on her lips with delicate gentleness. Mi Amor, she called him. Frankie looked at her again, his expression showing not even the slightest hint of movement.

"Who says our night has to end?"

Samantha hugged him as he faintly smelled like his beverage but she wasn’t bothered. She had gave him the outmost affection and a kiss on the cheek. She noticed he froze momentarily before she felt him lift her head up to feel a gently kiss on her lips.


It was as if she was on cloud nine. She felt light in and out. She wrapped her arms around him again and after the kiss as she leaned her head against his chest. She was quite dazed by the kiss and hearing what he what he said. “H-huh w-hat do you mean.” She said still flustered.
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