Syrrus
Wishful bard
It wasn't often that he, Lord Mitchell, Jonathan Mitchell, were late to his own parties. Embarrassingly so, this time seemed to be the first and he was not very happy. He was rushing down the long path, going past the Edwards Manor without even giving it a second glance. He didn't even noticed when the thorny hedge cut his jacket arm and made a tiny hole. He noticed nothing of this and instead continued along towards the village.
He could blame it on the carriage, or perhaps his horse that he didn't have. His actual reason as to why he was late would only stir concern and he show no evidence of it upon his person. He never did. That damned house and the terrible curse that lay upon it would kill him one day, or it would if that was even possible but not even such a wish would be granted to him, not tonight at any rate.
Why was Jonathan holding such a grand party? For the same reason that he always did, to impress and how better to impress someone that being the talk of the town? It was something he highly respected as well as dreaded. He had always been the talk of the town in one way or another, though being known as the man with the parties and balls were way better than what they used to know him as. Jonathan couldn't even remember when the rumors about his family name had started, it seemed like such long time ago and he couldn't say that he was happy about it, forgetting that was. He could easily forget the time, forget the date and the names but he would never forget the scene, the noise or the feeling.
Such thing was never to be forgotten.
Jonathan entered the village, walking with his top hat steadily on top of his head, his slicked back hair was behaving for once, normally it would create messy curls over his neck. He was dressed like any formal gentleman of high standard were dressed. A dark blue suit with a deep purple vest underneath, hiding the white blue high collar and the white shirt as well as keeping is big bowtie in check. That bloody thing never behaved and he couldn't help but find it embarrassing that his mother always tried to tie it when she got the chance. He didn't see his family often, after all.
The young man looked up at the dark sky before opening the door to the town hall and stepping inside, he was instantly greeted by his guests who would cheer in his name and catch him off guard, like they always did. He smiled at them and bowed deeply with his hat in hand and greet them in return. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all enjoying yourself so far!" Of course they were. There were impressive looking women all around the open dance floor as well as handsome men standing against the walls or dancing with their lovers, mistresses and wives. Was there any reason not to be joyful?
He could blame it on the carriage, or perhaps his horse that he didn't have. His actual reason as to why he was late would only stir concern and he show no evidence of it upon his person. He never did. That damned house and the terrible curse that lay upon it would kill him one day, or it would if that was even possible but not even such a wish would be granted to him, not tonight at any rate.
Why was Jonathan holding such a grand party? For the same reason that he always did, to impress and how better to impress someone that being the talk of the town? It was something he highly respected as well as dreaded. He had always been the talk of the town in one way or another, though being known as the man with the parties and balls were way better than what they used to know him as. Jonathan couldn't even remember when the rumors about his family name had started, it seemed like such long time ago and he couldn't say that he was happy about it, forgetting that was. He could easily forget the time, forget the date and the names but he would never forget the scene, the noise or the feeling.
Such thing was never to be forgotten.
Jonathan entered the village, walking with his top hat steadily on top of his head, his slicked back hair was behaving for once, normally it would create messy curls over his neck. He was dressed like any formal gentleman of high standard were dressed. A dark blue suit with a deep purple vest underneath, hiding the white blue high collar and the white shirt as well as keeping is big bowtie in check. That bloody thing never behaved and he couldn't help but find it embarrassing that his mother always tried to tie it when she got the chance. He didn't see his family often, after all.
The young man looked up at the dark sky before opening the door to the town hall and stepping inside, he was instantly greeted by his guests who would cheer in his name and catch him off guard, like they always did. He smiled at them and bowed deeply with his hat in hand and greet them in return. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all enjoying yourself so far!" Of course they were. There were impressive looking women all around the open dance floor as well as handsome men standing against the walls or dancing with their lovers, mistresses and wives. Was there any reason not to be joyful?
