Realistic or Modern Spellbound

[Soliloquy]

Willow was pleased to see how well-received her addition to the large spread that was already before them. She kept a glass for her own before it was shared about, taking a good gulp before diving into her meal. It was delicious, but she wouldn't expect any less anymore. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their meal when Theo questioned her on her own traditions with family.

"Well, they were very extravagant when I was young," she began, reminiscing as she dove in. "Presents were first thing in the morning, of course. I don't think our parents would have survived us crying if the made us wait. After that we'd have breakfast before going over to my grandparents to celebrate; more presents, caroling, a big lunch, Christmas movies and cookie decorating. At least that was like until I was about six. Now I get a Christmas text and drink a nice, thick eggnog. This is quite the improvement."

 

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Theo thought that sounded pleasant. “Too bad not do still.” He said. “We should do some of that too then.”

“Oh, caroling. We should do.” Micha said, but added in a playful tone, “But maybe not Molly.”

All around the table they shared a mirthful chuckle. Molly couldn’t tell if she should spoff or scoff, so she only stifled a smile and squinted her eyes, “Oh you better watch it, Micha.” She warned teasingly.

Jovan grinned, “One day she hit you and I won’t say I see.”

Micha pressed a hand to his chest in mock pain, “Ah! My family turn against me!”

They went on talking, teasing, and enjoying the Christmas feast. Theo let others use the sleigh ahead of him and Willow. To Theo, the best time to ride was at twilight. But he didn’t mind tossing snowballs! And because he was strong enough, they weren’t tiny fistfuls. Jovan took a team with Molly and Amalia. Theo had Willow, Micha, and Granya on his side. They made good fun of pelting each other. Then they made snowmen and snow angels, and a small snow fort. By the time the sun was painting the sky reds and pinks and purples, Theo went over to tell Willow it was time to ride the sleigh. Everyone else went inside to get warm and dry.

First thing, he had her sit and wait while he got them each a cup of cocoa. Then Theo got onto the bench, laid the blanket over their laps, and took the reins in one hand to direct the antlered beast. Although they just did a couple of circles around the pub, the snow and the dusk made it feel like they were traveling through a distant winter wonderland. Theo stole kisses between sips of hot cocoa. He chuckled when snowflakes landed on their eyelashes and noses. By the time they came to the front for the third round, their cups were empty and their hearts were full. Theo stopped the sleigh. He shifted to face Willow better.

“Красивый, I want to give your gift now.” Theo took out a small box made of silky paper and tied together by a ribbon. When she pulled the bow it opened the four folded sides to reveal a white gold promise ring shaped like the clefts of music. “You are the song of my heart, Willow. I want to give you this to remind you that I intend to see the day our melody harmonize.” A sweet token to let her know he was still all in, and if all worked out, by next year he hoped they may be ready to take things to the next level.

 

[Soliloquy]

Most of her holiday memories Willow wouldn't mind adopting into her own adult Christmas, just so long as it was with her newly acquired family. Her most recent family experience was much less frosting and popcorn garland and more of a heated disagreement. They could do without that.

As much as she loved her friend, she did have to agree that maybe caroling wasn't going to be an activity for Molly - after all they wanted to bring festive cheer not holiday horror to neighbors. Stomachs full and spirits high, the slight chill of the manufactured snow was hardly noticed as they went outside. Despite being on the same team and getting a few good throws at their opponent, Willow might have snagged the opportunity to snipe an unsuspecting Theo in the shoulder. His surprised was met with an impish grin before proceeding to distract him with bat eyelashes and her sweetest smile, less he extract revenge.

Their turn in the sleigh was well worth the wait, nestled close together as they warmed up from their snow adventures. Leaning into his shoulder, she looked up at the painted sky, occasionally blocked by the fall of flakes. Just like their first date, while different in it's own way, he had clearly put immense thought into planning this. She admired his romantic scheming, even if he went above and beyond.

As the sleigh stopped and he spoke of giving gifts, her heart lurched for a moment, mentally jumping a step ahead of him. A proposal in such a setting would have been perfectly romantic, but she would have felt it was still too soon. There was so much to learn of each other, and the fear of ruining everything they had by trying to rush was continually on her mind. Regardless, she accepted his gift with an enchanted smile, tugging the ribbon just enough that the paper revealed the ring. His words, oh how he must have rehearsed that over and over in his head or maybe even out loud.

"Oh, Theo," she breathed, the ring sliding easily onto her finger but fitting snugly once it was on. Finally taking her eyes off of it, she looked at him, chocolate eyes teeming with emotion. "It's so beautiful. I love it." Her lips opened once more, as if she had more she wanted to say, but in the end she closed her mouth to a smile before tugging him close for a deep kiss.

 

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Theo could have stayed with the woman he loved in his arms, in that sleigh, for the night if he had the chance. However, Granya poked her head out of the pub and called out, “We are going to open presents, put mud masks on our faces, and watch movies!” She herself already had a thick layer of pale blue smeared on. Amalia came out then, with her own face mucked with a coffee and honey mask, to take care of the reindeer before gifts.

The two love birds made their way into the pub, hand in hand, and saw the table had been cleared of the dinner. Now it had only sleepover amenities, such as bathroom kits, comfy PJ’s, socks, metal water bottles with their names, tea, and light snacks. Presents were being ferried out to the appropriate people. Willow got new shoes from Jovan that kept her feet comfy and free of knots. Natalia gave her a whole 20oz bottle of her muscle salve. Amalia got Willow a bottle of perfume that smelled of her favorite blend. Micha showed her that he made a special closet for her cello just in the right pocket off stage, so she didn’t have to chance it getting harmed in-between performances. Lyov gave Willow a puzzle box that formed the image of a painting she said she liked in the past. Granya crafted custom stamps for scrapbooking. And dear old Molly got Willow a cute pillow made of customized sequence (stroked way and that side of the flat sparkly discs showed a heart; the other way featured a candid picture of Theo and Willow smiling in each other’s arms), and a small back of popcorn-M&M balls with it. Theo handed Willow a gift for this moment too. A sweet outfit of modest beauty. Though he smiled to think he had given the best gift of everyone in the sleigh.

After presents they rolled down a huge white, taut, curtain to project Christmas movies. Molly learned they hadn’t seen many, so she chose a few of her favorites: ‘The Santa Claus’, ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’, and Twilight Zone’s season 2, episode 11 called ‘The Night of the Meek’. Thankfully Jovan declared the next day would be a half day, so they watched all the movies they wanted and would get good sleep. In addition, Molly and Willow didn’t need to run by home for clothes, because Theo had gotten Willow an outfit and it turned out Micha did the same for Molly. Now, ‘somehow’ Molly’s outfit was just a little tight in certain places. Micha brushed it off like he did his best and maybe if she let him know her measurements, he wouldn’t have to have guessed.

While Molly refused Micha to do the same, she did snuggle with Bear. Amalia curled up closest to the fireplace by Lyov. Granya took one of the recliners with Finn. Natalia had a bedroll next to her father’s. Theo and Willow cuddled on a big, comfy bedroll.

They all slept soundly. The grace of Christmas enfolding them in its arms. The cold snow slowly faded as their winter dream world gave in to the Texas sun the next day. And though the deer had left long ago and the decorations were set to rest, the spirit of that mysterious night lingered well into the dawning of the next year.

 

[Soliloquy]

The magic of the night wasn't over yet, heading inside to enjoy the rest of the planned activities. She happily enjoyed the mud mask provided, her own a smooth pink spread about. Between presents she found joy in exchanging sweets with her own sweetheart, making sure he tried each one she had, should it past her own palette test. Her extensive present hunting seemed to have been a success, which was a relief. In exchange for shoes, she gifted Jovan a twisted decanter set, imagining he could use for night caps at home. Micha was given a multi-tool that seemed to be the rave of the hunting community that year. Knowing his love for puzzles, Willow had found a large roll-up mat for Lyov that could be used to store in-process puzzles should a surface be needed for something else in a hurry.
Amalia and Natalia were each given soft robes with matching slippers, Amalia's beige and Natlaia's baby blue. Granya received the largest box of all, a massive organizer to try and combine their crafts together in; Willow doubted it would all fit, but it was the biggest she could find! And while she hadn't gone as far as to get him a ring,Theo did receive the highest valued gift, understandably. A stethoscope that had barely arrived in time, engraved on the head to read 'Dr. Al-Zakhar' with a note that read 'For my krasavchik to listen to heartbeats when he can't hear mine'.

Movies and snuggling were all too accepted, curled up together as they snacked and enjoyed each others company. Once again, Willow found herself thinking that she and Molly both were beyond fortunate to have wound up where they were. There was no arguments of leaving once everything was spelled out as prepared for them. Instead, they eventually all gave into sleep, Willows final thought that it was the first time she had slept with Theo and it was surrounded by his family; not quite what she had expected but she loved it regardless.

Tuesday, December 26th, 2017​

It would take a fair amount of Jovan's barking to stir everyone from their slumber, and even more to get two in particular out of each others arms. Well-rested like never before, everyone went to work to prepare the pub for their normal patrons. Granya and Lyov were taken home by Natalia in the morning after breakfast while tables were being re-arranged and everything ready for the day. Theo was needed at the hospital, making up for time off from Christmas with promises to stop by once he was off.

Their shift was like a second Sunday, short and sweet. Their customers seemed to adore the Christmas decor that had been missing prior, many then willing to share their stories with each other and whatever workers would linger long enough to hear. Sadie had arrived and was quickly the target for many babushka's reminiscing, although she hadn't seem to have forgotten Jovan's warning, keeping an eye on her tables between chats.

As the pub filled, Willow was the last to have an empty table, which didn't last for long. Sadie gave her the heads up of someone to attend to, and once she had delivered her newest order, she slipped over, somehow not surprised to find that it was none other than the apparent new frequent flyer of a customer, Liz. "Good morning," she greeted her, in too good of a mood to be at all concerned with any coincidences that might have been happening.

"Oh, good morning Willow," Liz clapped her hands together, attention quickly pulled away from the menu she had been looking over. "Did you have an enjoyable Christmas? This place has had quite the makeover since Sunday."

Willow chuckled in agreement, glancing around at the wreaths and gargantuan tree that still stood tall. "It was a hug surprise when we came to celebrate yesterday. Definitely one of the best Christmases I've had and a great first one together."

The last statement seemed to draw the older woman's dark chocolate eyes to Willow's hand, brows lifting at the sight of the ring. "Oh, are you married?"

"No, not married. Just...a prospect," she decided to word it, not thinking an 'engagement' was going to be a proper label yet. "But I will say things are certainly in his favor at this rate."

Liz seemed to be just as delighted as Willow felt, her shoulders going up in excitement at the thought. "That's wonderful. Young love is too scarce in this world, I fear. And your family? What do your parents think of your potential husband-to-be?" For the second time in a matter of only a few weeks, she was reminded that she had yet to make contact with her family or introduce them to the idea of Theo. She must have made a face without realizing it, Liz seeming to droop as well. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, no, they just don't know yet. Not on the best of terms with my family and somehow I feel like that conversation won't be an easy one," she admitted, for the first time both aloud and to herself. "They have a particular view of how they think my life should play out is all." Liz's sympathy was heard in a sigh and seen in the shake of her head. "Sorry, I need to go check on tables again though, did you need more time to order?"

"Oh yes, I've been dwelling on it and I think I'll go out there and try the borscht," she said with a hint of drama through winced teeth. "If worse comes to worst I'll have to blame Molly. And with kvas, of course." Willow admired her courage; not everyone was willing to go so hard into Russian culture when they had patrons who were slowly tip-toeing in the menu. Assuring her she'd be back with a drink as soon as she could, she went on a quick sweep of her section of the dining room. Glasses were topped off, replacement forks given and a good stack of napkins for a mother with a messy babe replenished. After dropping off the order and getting a fresh cup of kvas she was back at Liz's table. "Oh thank you, dear. I appreciate it."

"Absolutely. Anything else that I can do for you until your food comes out?"

Liz took a sip of her drink and cleared her throat before answering. "Nothing that comes to mind. Just an old woman enjoying her time here in Texas. You don't have that pleasant twang Molly has, I'm guessing you're not from the area?"

A glance around told Willow she could spare a couple more minutes just to give her company. "No, I'm not. Raised near Seattle and I came down here for college. I stuck around after, even if it does mean you have to let country music grow on you," she chuckled. Liz joined in with a laugh of her own, shaking her head.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're enjoying yourself Willow. Take it from an old woman, there's no point in doing anything that doesn't bring you joy. Life is short and the opinions of others will weigh too heavy on your shoulders," she sighed and gave Willow a weak smile. The words seemed to settle heavier on the recipient than was typical of exchange with patrons, finally Willow forcing a smile in return.

"I'll try to keep that in mind," she assured her, the corners of her mouth slipping into a more genuine smile before she was off and back to her work once again. The final trip to Liz's table with a steaming bowl of borscht was one with conversation, Liz engaged in a phone call and only flashing a smile with a grateful 'thank you' mouthed. By the next time Willow was making a round, she was nowhere in sight, apparently having grabbed her bill from Sadie on the way out the door. It was an odd ending to such a talkative customer, but Willow couldn't really question it.

The short day was winding down and everyone had been cleared out the door when Sadie came over to Willow, a thin black box in her hand. "Hey, this was on the podium," she said, a simple tag on it with Willow's name. Frowning, she took the box, first wondering if Theo hadn't been done with his Christmas gift giving after all. Setting her rag down, she opened the box to find a small gold pendant. The metal, while recently cleaned, had a worn layer to it that was gifted through time, one that had clearly been kept at bay as long as possible through restoration.



One finger traced along the ivory detail, brows furrowed together in deep thought. Sadie was still hovering caught sight, prodding her on it. "What's wrong?"

"I've seen this before," Willow murmured, still racking her own brain. "I just can't remember where."

 

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Everyone enjoyed Willows gifts! Lyov’s cheeks rosied with delight. Granya geeked out over the organizer. Amalia and Natalia wrapped themselves in the robes and slipped their feet in the warm slippers right away. Micha fiddled with the tool, getting familiar with the way it felt in his hand, with the biggest grin on his face. Jovan had to chuckle his deep, rumble of a laugh, setting it in a place where he could enjoy the use of it. Theo couldn’t believe that Willow had thought of such an amazing gift that just about won the place of the best present for him that Christmas. And he had even gotten a doctor's coat with flames on it from Micha, which had been an inside joke between them. But what else could he have expected? Theo couldn’t think of a better nights sleep he’s had so far, than on the bedroll with Willow

While Theo had lots of work to do now that his holidays were spent, he trusted Willow with his family and Molly. They would always have their date nights to look forward to until it slowed down for him.

After the half day Molly hung up her apron just as Micha was passing by. He had his keys in his hands. It was not often the Micha drove anywhere. “Heading off?”

“Mm, Da.” Micha said nonchalantly. “Meeting a friend.”

“Oh? Is he cute?” Molly smiled devilishly.

“Da, she is, actually,” Micha said, his keys twirling on his pointer.

The unexpected took Molly off her game, “Ah, I see. Who is the girl?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Micha chuckled, finding delight in the obvious irritation Molly. He had faith she was making that pursed lipped side frown. Looking back to check would ruin his dramatic exit. If he had, Micha would have been proud to know his antics did elicit that little face, accompanied by a squint of skepticism and annoyance.

“That man. Thinks he can make me jealous.” Molly muttered as she went to grab her pay and keys to drive Willow home. When she did come up beside Willow she saw her friend had been looking over a pendant. It had seemed vaguely familiar, but not enough for Molly to say so. Instead, she tapped her besty for attention and headed on out with her to the car. All the while discussing where the mystery of the necklace.

Saturday December 31th, 2017
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Avostoska Castle in Belarus, freshly dusted in snow, welcomed the first guests of the New Years Hunters Ball in the afternoon the day before. Most of these arrivals were on familiar terms with the host. Lord Wesley James and Lady Inara Kali Cromwell-Von Helsing had the honor of hosting this year's Ball. They warmly greeted everyone who came but set aside time especially for Everest Crosse and Ellie Blackthorne, and their respective relatives. They spent this day and the first half of the second on finishing up details and tying loose ends.

Anyone came and left whenever they wished. Security kept a close eye on the attendants to allow this flow of traffic. While the early-birds were welcome to relax in the pools, gardens, courts, enjoy the fine meals of the castle cooks, and other such distractions like the theatres, there were areas sectioned off specifically for the events of the Ball. The courtyard, the opera-house, the great hall, and the grand ballroom attached to it, were barred by silk ropes.

Schedules were printed on pamphlets sent to the rooms for the guest's convenience. To kickstart the Ball the traditional ‘Welcoming Ceremony’ would begin at three-o-clock shortly after lunch. Usually, the prelude to the host speech given at this opening event was an entertainment of some kind to quiet talking and draw in the audience. This year, due to the Vampire hunting branch of India being invited as the honored guests, Inara chose to perform a dance respecting the old traditions as well as paying mind to the future. A fusion of ancient Indian culture and the twenty-first century. Then Wesley would come out on stage to speak. In addition to welcoming the participants, the host gave respect to the past, the honored guest, and had the responsibility of setting the tone for the Ball. Usually, this meant the host gave a peek into what they brought to the table for the showcasing the next day. Once the welcoming finished they would leave to their rooms to get ready for the night. Usually, by eight the guests have migrated to the great hall for feasting, followed by dancing in the adjoining ballroom. When midnight struck they enjoyed fireworks overhead.

Then the guest would get some sleep before the more business side of their stay began. January first opened with a gathering in the courtyard at nine, where the host took the honor of being the first to showcase. Then the guests were welcomed to peruse the various tents and stalls put up by hunters sharing improvements, innovations, and information. There were also areas to buy memorabilia, trinkets, and there were some tables where hunters sold items they made by hand.

Once it was time for the tens and stalls to pack up the guests were invited to the closing dinner. While the great hall serviced breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, and supper, there was no obligation to attend. Courtesy and politeness, in addition to tradition, was the only reason that people came for the closing dinner. For most that would be good enough. Besides, with the wealthy households taking up the tab, it was always a delightful way to indulge in luxury.

A fair man, black of hair and black of eyes, drove up to the booth guarded by armed security professionals. Courteously he rolled down his window and handed his invitation to the woman in the booth. She was a pretty thing. Brown-haired, brown-eyed. In her early twenties. While the man could definitely have been her father, what with a streak of white in his ebony hair and the gentle wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, he gave her a devilish smile that said he was well aware they were, in fact, not at all related.

A brief inspection authenticated his papers. She handed them back. Not usually one to smile so easily, she recognized the name and found her lips turn up pleasantly, “Welcome to the Hunters Ball, Alaric.” She almost sighed.

“Thank you, Miss--”

“Angela Bellwether.” She said bashfully.

“Miss Bellwether.” His voice had a natural sultry flavor.

The brunette stifled a giggle. She straightened her back, almost to the exaggeration of her front. “Follow the signs to the valet.” She gestured to the castle behind her. “And have an enjoyable stay.”

Alaric winked, causing the girl to blush, “I intend to, love.” He relaxed back in his leather seat the rest of the drive, leaving behind a dreamy-eyed Angela.

The next car, being driven by an older woman and a younger man, both umber skinned and chocolate eyes, came up to the booth to hand their invitations over.

The young boothmaid floated on the residual flattery from earlier. Her smile came without restraint for the new arrivals. She took the invites, authenticated them, and said happily, “Welcome to the Hunters Ball, Mr. D’Lante Jackson, and Miss Tia Jackson.” She gestured as she had before. “Follow the signs to the valet.”

Angela hummed pleasantly to herself. But whatever clouds had lifted her up, vanished, when she saw the people in the Ferrari stop at the booth. A handsome Asian man and a woman who was clearly his sister.

The guy grinned to see Angela, but she turned up her chin and took his invitation with hostility. “Welcome to the Ball, Yonten.” She said curtly, but added in a softer tone, “Welcome to the Hunters Ball, Diki.” She jerked her thumb to point, “Go follow those signs for valet.” Under her breath, she muttered, “Hope you crash your precious car, you two-timing ass.”

The pattern repeated with less excitement, and Angela got to switch out with someone else at some point. The cars continued down the road that wound up a hill through a gorgeous forest. The tops of the castle could be seen from miles away. They only got more impressive up close.

As promised the signs did lead them to dutiful valets. They exchanged car keys for a room key. The path led guests massive doors where they found themselves in the center of a foyer surrounded by fellow hunters busily walking to and fro. There were helpful signs, but also spritely bel hops ready to guide the lost. There was plenty of time for the guests to freshen up before the Welcoming Ceremony.

Yonten and Diki had occasionally attended hunters Balls in the past. This year it had been a requirement by Wesley’s command. He had something big planned for the hunter community. So, he arranged for his son-- an unexpected addition to that wayward family-- to be watched while he and his sister spent a few days away. They followed the directions to the room Wesley specified.

On the way, they passed by D’Lante Jackson. He stood with his hands in his pockets by the restroom door for the womenfolk. His Aunt Tia said she needed to ‘freshen up’. Exactly why that needed to take twenty minutes was any man's guess and, apparently, every woman's secret.

When the siblings got to the door it was being watched by two guards and security cameras; a common feature of the castle. Yonten and Diki handed their invites over. Once cleared, they walked through to see familiar faces in an extravagant lounge room.

Though Yonten and Diki were best friends with Wesley, they didn’t get along with his parents. Rod and Fiona did not look pleased to see them as much as the siblings didn’t find it particularly great to meet them again. There would be cold salutations between them. But it wouldn’t be as cold as what they observed of Lord and Lady Cromwell.

Roderick not so much sat by his wife as he took up space near her. Whatever unspoken tension lay between them it had made itself a nice, spacious spot that appeared to repel Lord Cromwell a good two or three feet from Lady Cromwell’s person.

At least Wesley and Inara seemed unbothered. While the siblings didn’t make it to the wedding due to unforeseen events, they had FaceTime’d with Inara and the children.

The kids were on the other end of the large lounge room with their guardians that doubled as assistants. They were currently in the middle of an imaginary tea party that would spell doom or triumph for the teddy bear and his kingdom of an assortment of farm animals. Kazumi, who puppeteered the plush, demanded the couch and the ottoman. Little Lottie would only agree if he promised to marry the panda, Princess Polly. Or, he can give her a juice box. Jasper, the three-year-old, rolled big plastic trucks across the floor with Hye. Baby Kit slept soundly nearby in a portable cradle. Having been the ones to suggest Kazumi and Hye, Yonten and Diki felt pride. Plus, a healthy dose of smug.

Yonten passed the old Cromwell couple to walk up to Wesley with all the confidence and I-don’t-give-a-fuck in the world. The street clothes he wore spoke loudly of his disregard for the festive holiday, in complete contrast to the rest of them. “S’up mudafuka.” Yonten popped out a cigarette

Wesley grinned, “Yonny boy!” They slapped opposite hands against the other’s, slid palms, and then fist-bumped. “Diki, look’n fierce.”

Diki, just as bold, felt comfortable enough just to jut her chin out as a greeting before she grabbed up snacks off the tea table and sat on a couch. “S’up, Cunu.” She smirked, calling him ‘baby’ in Tibetan; a silly old nickname commenting on his gentle, soft nature when they were little. Some of that still lingered. But Wesley had not been that little boy who cried over a fur blanket because that meant a bunny had to die to make it in decades.

Inara would have normally gotten up to meet them, but Wes had already informed her they rather not indulge in what they considered dumb social niceties. So she smiled and tossed a casual, “Good to see you guys.”

Yonten peered over and saw Inara had on the outfit for her pending performance. It was a bitch to get in and out of, so she figured she would stay out of sight from the public for the time being and then switch to a comfortable sari after the Welcoming Ceremony.

“Ehy,” He whistled and breathed in through his teeth as if he ate something hot. “Inara, if Wesley die before you get old, you call me.”

Inara spoffed, winking at Wesley, “Well, Wes, now you know I’ll be taken care of-- well, as long as you die before I get old.”

It was this behavior that rubbed Rod and Fiona the wrong way. They didn’t talk, but they made enough sighs and rolled their eyes to indicate their distaste of Yonten. Just him in general, really. But mostly over his behavior this moment in specific. And they weren’t keen on Inara encouraging it. They hadn’t been on the best speaking-terms with her since the beginning. And though they had done their best to put aside their personal gripes, they had yet to bridge the gap with little more than impersonal goodwill, meant mainly for the sake of Wes and their grandkids.

Wesley took the flirt at his wife as a compliment and chuckled, “I suppose I’ll have to get on that. Only if Yonny agrees not to abandon you once you do get old.”

"So what you want, Cunu?" Diki asked, interrupting their chit chat for business.

"I'd prefer to wait until my other guests have come. They've been here since yesterday, but I only just asked that we all meet here." Wesley said, taking a seat by his wife. "Should be soon."

 

[Soliloquy]

The Crosse clan, gradually growing in size, arrived to Avostoska castle in two halves. Everest and his bride-to-be, Eleanor Blackthorne had arrived early on the 30th, both seniors to the ball experience for several years. The fact that Everest was dear friends with the hosting couple meant they'd show their support early in the affair, although it was also a chance for the two to enjoy time together. While they would wed in less than a year, Ellie was still more often found on the East coast as she helped with family affairs and targets along the far coast than she was at Everest's side. Plans were in place for the two to move in together by summer, but in the meantime when the two were together they were simply inseparable. It only forced Everest's decision in a woman to continue the blood line, waiting longer than his parents might have liked but ended content with the result. Their business flourished, their son successful, and for the past few years they had a new focus of their attention.

Anita and Robert Crosse arrived in the early evening ours of the 30th, their trip delayed due to unforeseen circumstances. With them, Anita's niece now adopted as their own, Rosalie. While she had been more than ecstatic with the prospect of the Hunter's Ball and it's admired hosts, she was more intrigued by the presentations than the actual ball aspect. Enough that it took a good amount of convincing from both her aunt and a phone call from her future sister-in-law to convince her to bring a damn gown. After all, they never knew if any potential suitors might be asking her to dance. Given previous encounters on the subject, she doubted so greatly.

On the 31st, Robert and Anita arrived at the exquisite lounge at the requested time, Rosalie trailing only a few steps behind them. For some reason, she had been much more keen to leave her room when they mentioned they would be meeting with the Cromwell-Von Helsing couple, also insisting she had a chance to change her attire. They didn't question her behavior, only pressuring her on time; punctuality was everything to a Crosse. Entering the room once they'd been properly identified, Mr. and Mrs. Crosse gave warm welcomes to the other parents within the room, well-acquainted with them over the past several years through their sons and failed marriage attempt.

"Ah, Roderick," Robert said wagging his finger at him. "Your son does know how to plan an event. Well done, Wes."

"Oh Rob, please," Anita all but rolled her eyes at his antics. "Give the boy a chance to breathe before you're brown nosing him. Fiona darling, I swear you never age a day when I see you."

Unlike the theatrics of the elder generation, Rosalie simply sat herself on a chair not far from Inara. She didn't see the point of this pomp and circumstance, but she also wasn't going to speak out against it. Rather, she flashed Wesley and his wife as charming of a smile as she could muster.

"Dear, Everest isn't here yet?" Mrs. Crosse frowned at the knowledge, glancing over at the door. So much for a Crosse being punctual. There wouldn't be much time for questions or even apologies though, for within a couple of minutes the doors opened again to show Everest and Ellie, hand in hand both with slightly flushed cheeks. Everest also had misaligned the buttons on his shirt, although that didn't seem noticed, the same with a disarray in Ellie's hair.

"My apologies. The uh, castle can get quite confusing," he announced as he stepped into the room, easing Ellie into a seat beside Rosalie before walking up to greet Wesley. "Waker of the sleeping, glad to see Inara hasn't had to impale you with her outfit."

Once he was in his seat, Anita looked over at her son, clearing her throat. "That's a beautiful shade of lipstick, Ellie, although I can't say it's doing much for your collar, Everest," she chided him in a low tone, only earning a sheepish grin and a shrug of his shoulders. Ellie on the other hand seemed to have no shame, only leaning over to help him wipe away the worst of it that was showing. They were young and in love, what were you going to do?

 

[xrakkax]

Yonten and Diki merely threw out a ‘Hey’ to the newcomers. Inara stood up to greet the elder Crosse couple out of expected etiquette, but also respect. The presence of Rob and Anita took the edge off of the disquiet between Rod and Fiona. While they both greeted the elder Crosse couple, they seemed not to hang on each other like they had in the past. Choosing instead to shake separately and sit on opposite sides of Rob and Anita, by their matching genders. Rosalie had been given friendly hellos as well.

“Yes,” Rod spoke here, giving his wife a glance, “He is his mother’s son.”

Fiona pursed her lips briefly at Rod before offering a smile to Anita. A smile almost seeking some comfort in whatever dreary world she found herself in, “I observe the same of you, dear, but I think if I look this good it is only because of your friendship keeping up my spirit.”

Wesley accepted the compliment with grace, “Thank you. I hope to do the Hunting Ball Justice. I have to give some credit to my mother, she suggested this venue. I’m glad you came.”

As glad they were, the question of Everest and Ellie did come to Wesley’s mind. But of course, seeing them walk in, Wesley didn’t think he could blame them. No one knew how long they were ‘confused’ by the halls of the castle, but they made it within a few minutes of Anita’s concern.

Wesley chuckled, wanting badly to joke there seemed to have been impaling going on between Everest and Eleanor, but he didn’t want to incur more grumbling from his parents then he already ad to do deal with, so he said, “Yes, still alive. And thankfully with a much shorter Starbucks name.” The freedom had been earned when Inara got mad and thoughtlessly called Wesley some choice words unrepeatable in polite society. “Please, have a seat.”

The guests, now gathered, were ready to hear why they had been called so suddenly and so close to the Welcoming Ceremony.

“As you know I have been designing a new advancement in technology. Aside from a few, I have kept the details close to my chest.” Wesley began. “The topic has been kept so secret, in fact, that I knew I would need to request help to showcase on the day of the event.” It became clear as he went on that he could think of no one better to ask for this help than his closest friends and family. “I must have the agreement that the information shared with you in this room does not leave this room. We are so close to the reveal that I would hate to have a whisper overheard in a hall or behind a door to a room.” Wesley’s excitement for the evening was coming through his fidgety fingers that tapped their tips repeatedly. “I need three volunteers. If anyone here rather not participate, and do not wish to carry the burden of keeping this secret, or if you simply rather experience the reveal, I will have to ask you to leave prematurely. My brother, Cory, is in the lounge across the hall. He’ll keep any company who wishes to opt-out.” Then once Wesley finished explaining to them what is expected of them, they would go to that room as well, until it was time to head off to the opera house.

Roderick stood up, a light irritation shadowed his countenance. Whether or not he personally cared to help, or if he rather not carry that responsibility of silence, or he simply found it more interesting to watch the reveal, no one could guess. Well, perhaps Wes and Inara might. "I'll see to Cory. Carry on."

Fiona lingered a moment before leaving without a word to the room where Cory waited for them all. She understood why Wes did it this way. Not her favorite, but she didn’t appear annoyed. In fact, somewhere between this past summer and today, she had lost some of her sparkle.

 

[Soliloquy]

The suspense was quite the build-up, no doubt but not everyone was as keen when it came to secrets. Shortly after Fiona and Roderick made their departure Anita was also on her feet. "I'm sure it'll be lovely, Wesley," she nodded motioning for Robert to follow as well. "We'll leave you to it, kids." They strode out of the lounge arm-in-arm, crossing the hall to join the others likely for a good bout of chatting although it felt like they'd carry the burden of that conversation.

Everest watched his parents go with a perked brow, wondering if they'd remain kids until they died, just entering thirty himself. "You know I'm always game for a show, Wes," he volunteered, arms crossing over his chest. Ellie didn't share the same level of enthusiasm, but would stay for support. It was much easier to keep a secret when the people you'd likely speak to were already in the room.

"I can assist as well," Rosalie offered in confidence, crossing her legs and keeping her back straight. While she knew of the smallest bits regarding Wesley's suit, she was simply enticed by the idea of being present. Should a more applicable body be willing, she'd step down, but her eagerness in the merging of science and hunting meant she'd be present for this regardless. He was a large motivation in her freshly made endeavors of taking the chase of the wicked mages to a new level.

 

[xrakkax]

“Excellent. Everest and Rosalie make two.” Wesley looked to his friends.

Yonten shrugged a shoulder, getting up, “Does it pay?”

“In appreciation.” Wesley offered apologetically. “And as a bonus, you get to feel out the tech. In case you want to get it yourself. I know how much you hate online shopping.”

Diki threw a small muffin at her brother’s head, “I will do it.”

Yonten made a noise of irritation and spoke curtly in their mother tongue. Still, he inhaled through one nostril and said, “Yeh, Diki will do it.”

“That all Cunu?” Diki asked.

“Well, almost.” Wesley began to explain he needed the volunteers to go to the specific ballroom for a rehearsal of the presentation early the next morning. The three volunteers would choose which suit to wear for the courtyard showcase. They they would do a short practice before walking in these suits to the spots prepared for them in the courtyard where they will repeat what they learned just hours before. “Afterward you may step out of the suits and get breakfast with Inara and me. Does that sound alright with you?”

Diki got up, “Yeh.”

 

[Soliloquy]

Everest had to say he did enjoy Yonten and Diki's presence. It was quite the change of atmosphere from the stiff family upbringing he'd endured. They'd ran into each other a few times through the years, generally with Wesley involved on hits. The collaboration of the younger generation was much more prominent than in their parents. The belief that the way of the hunter needed to advance was shared with his fiance.

Rosalie nodded as their tasks for the following day were spelled out for them. In truth she was elated to be one of the first to try on his secret technology, although she hid it well. Her mind raced to all the possibilities this could include while watching the others around her.

"Just so long as you don't draw a penis on my suit, I'm game for it. Or if you must, please make it impressive. I can't have my good reputation tarnished." His ultimatum was met by Ellie perking her brows at him.

"Oh if there is a reputation I find out about, you will be needing that suit, dear..." There was a lot of weight in that one syllable word, enough that Everest was suddenly on his feet as well.

"Didn't you want to get freshened up before the Welcoming ceremony? Maybe touch up that lipstick?" His eyes darted over to Wesley with a minuscule plea. While she might not have been an Indian tigress with throwing stakes, he'd also seemed to land a fiery lass of his own. Strong men seemed to need frightening women to keep them in place.

 

[xrakkax]

“I will make no such promises.” Wesley chuckled. Hanging out with Everest and Ellie didn’t feel like some kind of display. They were quite open with who they were, loose and honest. A refreshing change from childhood.

Inara approved of Eleanor. Probably more than what Wesley was comfortable with, seeing as Ellie’s comment only directed Inara’s studying eyes at him. And he didn’t even make the statement! Inara’s motherly instincts alerted her moments before Kit woke, to Wesley’s relief. She began her walk to the children saying, “You may want to take the suit home, Everest. If what Wes has told me is true.” Inara chuckled, “The way they talk, it’s likely the drawing would be accurate too.”

Wesley had never backed down from a good joke, and he wasn’t about to start now, “Don’t worry, Ellie, it never would have worked out between him and me. He’s all yours.”

The teasing flew right over the head of the children who saw that Mommy and Daddy were no longer bound by business. Lottie totted like a deer over to the adults, Princess Polly in her arms. She looked up, bright eyed and eager to get attention from Ellie and Everest. They were the most familiar to her. While they made their way across the hall Lottie told them all about Princess Polly the panda’s adventure against the evil Teddy. Inara followed the crowd with Kit resting on her shoulder. Little Jasper bashfully hid in the arms of Kazumi. Hye walked silent beside his fellow assistant.

They entered in without question from the guards. Wesley and Inara were obviously authentication enough. Sitting much the same way as before were Rod and Fiona by the side of Rob and Anita. A young man sat opposite them. He looked much like Roderick, especially in his black eyes, but his jawline looked like Fiona’s. The light brown hair of his was a little messy around his shoulders. This man could only be Cory. In the last year since his inability to come to the 2016 Hunter Ball, he had grown several inches, gained muscle, and his voice dropped. When duty called to his manners, he got up to greet the new people. Yonten and Diki practically grunted in salutations. They passed him by and sat comfortably. Diki took his spot. Ellie and Everest had already caught up with him, and of course, he was all too familiar with Wes and Inara. The only other face to say hello to was Rosalie.

“Welcome to the Hunters Ball, Rosalie.” Cory smiled, holding out a hand.

 

[Soliloquy]

The banter between the friends was a relaxed atmosphere and a break from the formalities that would likely pursue for most of the event. Perhaps the group would find a chance to break away from the masses to enjoy themselves further during the next couple of days. The chances seemed slim though; hosting the ball was a tall order.

Ellie lit up when little Lottie came by, half bent over as they walked to listen intently to her tale. Despite being a very spunky woman, she did have a soft spot for children, a topic that had been touched on multiple times throughout the years, especially after visits to Inara and Wesley. The next generation of Crosse would happen in due time, but for now they'd continue their work in the hunting business while still enjoying the adult company that might have led to children if not properly monitored.

Across the hall, she and Everest took seats near Diki and Yonten, still preferring their company over the rather rigid parents. Everest, after giving Cory a brief nod, glanced at the door where Rosalie had entered just before Inara. The blonde had been ready to take an empty seat, likely as close to Anita as she could manage, when a nearly foreign face caught her attention, and not just because he spoke to her. Her hand his, mostly as a conscious test of his grip while her dark eyes shifted across his face.

When the two had last met, he had been shorter than her and looked like a string bean. Niceties meant she was polite and didn't tell him so to his face, but even half talk of her aunt and uncle's interest in a union with the Cromwell family was not something she was keen on. She of course was honored for a chance to continue on with the Crosse name, but 15 year old Cory did not have the physique that screamed another strong generation of hunters to come. Now, 17 year old Cory...well, that seemed to be another subject. His jawline was strong and there was a beautiful symmetry as he smiled at her. Puberty had seen him well it seemed. Yes, that would suffice for children and not be a waste of her own genetics.

"Thank you, Cornelius," she offered a smile in return as their hands fell to their sides. "You've grown up since we last met."

 

[xrakkax]

Cory tucked his left hand in his pocket and his right gave his hair a adjusting swipe, “Yeah, a few years can make a lot of difference.” At the time he hadn’t been aware of the ideas in his parents head. So he painfully recalled being that crackly voiced young man nerding out over his vision for tracking through unconventional avenues. Mainly, LARPers and MMOs. “Uh, please, have a seat.”

To his surprise, Cory discovered Diki in his spot. There was still plenty of room. Maybe not quite enough where Ellie and Everest were sitting. Jasper joined Lottie on the laps of the two, insisting to them to read stories. Wesely had his hands full with baby Kit while Inara went to the lady’s bathroom. And it looked like Rod and Fiona were engaged with Rbert and Anita, respectively. The closest piece of furniture to their friends and family was a love-seat slightly behind Ellie and Everest's three-seater couch.

Boldy, Cory gestured for Rosalie to come sit with him. He had his father’s adorable, yet rustic walk. The kind that put a slight bounce in his right foot. Cory allowed the lady to sit first, of course. While Wesley found it easy to engage, Cory didn’t seem to possess that same gene set. And Rosalie being so pretty made it hard for his throat to unwind. In fact, there were just too many pretty women here. All at once! Cory found himself in all kinds of awkward encounters since the gods of puberty bestowed him the gift of a manly physique. Unprepared, Cory only hoped it would get easier over time. From what his father told him it could be a good few years. At least, his father took longer than most to interact normally with the fairer sex. “Uh-- so, I hope your trip here went well.” The young man struggled to think of what to say, so he decided to do as he observed his father; tell a story. “My trip to last year's Ball wasn’t-- You know-- uh, wasn't well.” He felt like there were too many words but he couldn’t stop it. “--I just, uh-- yeah I threw up in the-- in the car. I had to get taken home. So I’m glad your trip went well--” Cory felt a little green right now himself, and hoped it didn’t show. Unlike his father he had little to no practice telling these kinds of anecdotes. Cory panicked, trying to recall the way his brother talked to people. Rosalie hadn’t said her trip went well or not! “--I mean, glad you look well--” Oh shit, that isn’t what his brain agreed to say. “--I mean you do look well-- I’m glad you look like your trip went well.” Cory felt the rising need to shut up. So he reached beside him for the complimentary water and took a sip.

 

[Soliloquy]

Unlike the others in the room, Rosalie lacked upbringing in conditions like this since birth. She'd adapted well since 2011 when she was welcomed to the Crosse household, but there were a few traits of hers that weren't as refined as say Fiona's. Spending the recent majority of that time at college also hadn't helped, although she had learned to play the part when necessary. When asked to join him on the love seat, she followed his move, taking the seat closest to the corner, ankles tucked behind each other. She had been prepared to offer small talk when he offered...well, something. Rosalie struggled to keep a straight face as mouth simply didn't stop moving.

While she might have been playing hostess for two eager rascals that were climbing over her lap and Everest's, Ellie was shamelessly listening in on the twos conversation, or rather the half conversation. As much as she felt for a young man in his position to try and make small talk, there was also humor in it. Wesley had been quite suave from the first time she'd met him and it seemed to be God's work to balance things out with Cory being heavy on the awkward side. Lord knew the world couldn't handle two Wesley Cromwell's it seemed.

Once he stopped to take a drink, Rosalie was quick to step in. "The trip went smoothly. I did not throw up." For some reason it felt necessary to respond to his unnecessary sharing. Glancing over at him, she could feel his uneasiness. To be fair, she wasn't sure what she was expected to talk of, either. Not a matter of discomfort, but simply unsure of any shared interests, besides of course the obvious. "Have you brought anything to share or demonstrate tomorrow?" Somehow she couldn't imagine so; doing it this year would likely be lost in his brothers shadow. Under her breath, she added softly, "We don't have to talk if you don't want to."

 

[xrakkax]

The older couples were at a distinct disadvantage to eavesdrop. Diki and Yonten made the matter worse as they continued to not regulate their volume. Wesley wouldn’t have a chance. Baby Kit all but took his attention. And Inara, who had returned, was pulled over by Jasper to engage him with the childrens book.

While Rosalie had been responding to him, Cory felt his insides wind up for another go. "No, I-- I haven't brought--" But as soon as she whispered her last sentence, he visibly relaxed, and murmured mostly to himself, “Oh thank god.” Cory let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. Now that the obligation to make small talk had been lifted the sweat that had been collecting on his brow began to dry. After a deep breath, he murmured, “I don’t think I could take much more after Angela. I’m worried she’ll want to keep chattering during our dance.” It wasn’t uncommon for folks around to request saved dances. More time to bond, to make personal, close, long-lasting relationships with fellow Hunters.

 

[Soliloquy]

His relief actually tugged the corners of her lips back into a smile. He was much more real than the remainder of the room felt at times. She appreciated that, and even relaxed slightly herself, shoulders drooping by a few degrees. She'd reached for a glass of water for herself when he started speaking again, something she hadn't expected. She had even less expected it to be for talk of a girl he apparently planned on dancing with that evening. The name Angela didn't bring a face to mind, but she didn't seem to think that was very relevant when it was most definitely a woman. Her upper lip twitched before she forced it back to a smile. "Oh? Already have a list of maidens lined up for the dance tonight?"

 

[xrakkax]

Expecting not to talk after what transpired, Cory almost missed her question. “Hm? Oh. Yeah.” He unenthusiastically pulled out a folded card from his pocket. They were given to each guest. Most people took the whole evening to fill them out. And they usually didn’t look as squished or creased, as if many hands forcibly took it from him to take it upon themselves to write in a claim for a dance. Cory’s happened to be one of the unusual ones. When he parted the fold, Rosalie could see it was easier to count blank spaces than filled ones. Angela Bellwether had snagged at least three. Some girl named Rita got two. The rest were singles. All slow dances. Just looking at it Cory’s mouth slumped into a half-hearted frown. While he didn’t look forward to so many people, he did hope this meant he could build up his skills, make connections, and one day earn being known as Lord Cornelius Cromwell and not just Wesley’s younger brother. Cory let out a breath, “Long night ahead. . .”

 

[Soliloquy]

Rosalie eyed the worn card, only a small part of her feeling disdain toward the females that were flocking toward him. She wasn't the type to request attention, nor would she pine after anyone so far as to ask for a dance. It was less for chivalrous beliefs that a man should be the one to make the first move and more that she had too much pride to beg as she viewed it. This Angela clearly was quite eager for his attention, although seeing now that he had grown into quite the man, she supposed it made sense. "Long night indeed," she agreed, shaking her head at the rather full schedule. "Hope you brought comfortable dancing shoes."

 

[xrakkax]

“Yeah,” Cory spoffed at the shoe comment that took the edge off of his anxiety for the night to come. Rosalie made no offers to add her name. Somehow that brought a small bit of comfort to him. There was no telling just who else would nab his card for the remaining slots. And Cory wasn’t sure how to turn anyone down. They all came off so nice to him. Telling someone ‘no’ when they are that nice triggered some part of his brain into putting forth some effort to be kind back. Which often meant another name on his card. Such was his doom for the time being. Cory was about to put the card away when he paused and thought of an idea. “Do you like dancing?”

"Dancing? I think that it's a beautiful art form. It requires a sense of understanding between both parties of what is expected of the other. Bodies have to communicate without words which requires discipline."

Cory listened respectfully, but he furrowed his brows finding his answer wasn’t quite satisfied, “. . .but do you like-- you know-- do you like to dance?”

"Oh. Um, well I haven't danced in...a very long time. I haven't found a reason to, I guess. I do think I enjoy it, though."

Cory decided this was indication enough that his request might not be outright rejected. He opened his card and asked, “Do you mind if I put your name in the blank spaces?” There were at least seven that still needed names. “You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to, of course. I just thought it would be a deterrent for any more names. But since you’re fine with dancing, if you ever did want to, we could-- you know, dance.” And if she didn’t take advantage of any of them, he’d at least be able to deflect other women.

 

[Soliloquy]

His questions seemed logical to the current conversation, Rosalie separating herself from the other girls who had scribbled their names about his card as their desperate cries for attention. She gave him her thoughts on dancing only to have him come out with asking if she could be added to his tightening schedule. Not once, not twice, but in all the blank spaces? She would have taken it as quite the compliment if he hadn't pointed out that she was only going to serve as an escape from his own misery. Still, the offer was being given for a dance, should she want to.

"I'm fine with that," she nodded in agreement, although she highly doubted they'd be dancing all those times. He'd grown into an attractive young man from a prominent family, the flocks of mindless broads would likely only increase in his life. The realization that she was to now block out dances to align with his hit her. "I left mine back at my room. I didn't expect to use it at all." She knew she wasn't unattractive, but there was something about the way that she carried herself that seemed to keep many at bay.

 

[xrakkax]

“Oh.” The idea she enjoyed dancing and didn’t intend to participate was puzzling. But, perhaps Rosalie had her reasons. “Well, in that case, did you want me to go with you to your room and sign my name in it? I could fill them all out so you wouldn’t have to accept anyone's request if you don’t want them. And if you do, just scratch out my name.” Cory smiled, thinking they had made out like bandits by unknowingly conspiring together.

 

[Soliloquy]

Rosalie considered telling him that she wasn't expecting to have her card filled out, although who knew if that would be true. In the past two years she had gone against the Hunters Ball tradition by simply refusing to accept any offers. This year Anita and Robert were a bit more stern on their wishes that she participate, which was why she had cleverly found a loophole of simply 'forgetting' her card. Perhaps this would be an arrangement that would work in both of their favors. She wouldn't have to deal with sweaty palms or her aunt and uncles disapproval, and he could avoid the conversations he seemed to dread. "Cornelius, I'm starting to think you're some sort of a genius," she praised him, a devilish grin on her own lips. Glancing about, everyone still seemed to be rather engaged (or lack thereof) with each other. "Did you want to go now?"

 

[xrakkax]

Cory tried not to look as bashful and flattered as he felt, finding it hard to use words, as per usual, saying a modest thank you for her compliment. And of course, he nodded to her suggestion. They stood up together, drawing eyes, “Uh, she forgot something, we’re heading to her room before the opera to get it real quick.” He smiled. The truth was always easier for him to speak.

Roderick found the ease of his son curious. Either he suddenly found the confidence not to break out in a sweat when talking with a girl, let alone walking with her to her chambers, or he really meant to just swing by a female's room only as a friendly escort. “Alright, just be on time.”

“Time.” Inara tapped Wesley’s shoulder. “Wes?”

“Yes, we should get going too, actually. We need to be there a little earlier than the others.” Wesley stood up with Baby Kit in his arms.

“Let’s go kids.” Inara called to her little ones. However, Lottie wasn’t having it. She had just gotten back with two of her favorite friends of her parents. She insisted she stay with Aunt Ellie and Uncle Everest. Trusting their friends, Inara allowed it. But little Jasper and Baby Kit had to come with her and the assistants. “We’ll see you guys after in this drawing-room. Then we can hang out until dinner time at eight.” They received pleasant enough farewells from all but Rod and Fiona who only gave them cold nods.

Wesley and his family, excluding Lottie, followed Rosalie and Cory-- chatting a little--as far as a hall intersection down the way, where they turned opposite corners. Cory didn’t know where Rosalie’s room was, so he just kept his pace with hers.

 

[Soliloquy]

Oh he really was a delight, wasn't he? Not only was he going to help her avoid unnecessary socializing, but he was also going to be her get out of jail free card. Well, maybe not jail, but certainly not the most comfortable room she'd been in for sometime. There was a strong tension coming from across the room that she really preferred to get away from if possible. "We will," she assured Lord Cromwell, not hesitating to slip out of the room as quickly as they could.

Ellie wasn't about to say no to those doe eyes that were pleading with them. While Everest might have normally preferred a chance at further time alone that they could go get lost in the castle, he happened to enjoy watching her interact with the little ones. It was a good preview for their own plans at eventual spawns of their own. Besides, there wasn't that much time to spare after all. The trio decided to take a stroll until they'd need to report to the Opera, hoping to wear little Lottie out, at least enough that she'd sit still when needed.

Rosalie kept quiet as they were walking away, waiting until she didn't hear the Cromwell-Von Helsing's walking behind them. There had been something that had been eating at her, but she wasn't quite sure what she was able to prod without crossing a line. Instead, they walked in silence, although it was a strangely comfortable one, perhaps both just simply too relieved to not be under scrutiny for a few minutes. Before long they were at her assigned room and she had fished the card out of the stack of information she had been given that was even further buried beneath a laptop. Pulling it out, still as crisp as when it had been printed off, she began the search for a pen.

"Are you sure you want your name to be on all of them? Not that I'm going to storm in and drag you away from all those women," she assured him.