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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 12:24 AM Post #2161 |
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Ashleigh glanced up to the woman, considering him, looking to darryn. She didn't want to leave him. period. She considered the girl though. " one hair out of place, ill intent even hinted at, and I will insure you are pleading for death for a thousand hours before I'll even consider granting it." She purred faintly, leaning over and kissing Darryn's temple. Even the slightest bit of worry, call for me. Do not hesitate. Swear to me. she pleaded slightly, kissing his lips lightly before moving from the room. she had to attend, least she ruffle too many feathers for her absence. |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 12:43 AM Post #2162 |
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Darryn just nodded. The good news was that the woman bore no ill will at all. She honestly was just there to attend the man now sleeping again. Right now, people were slowly beginning to arrive. They were all making their way to the ballroom. Some of the more important people were already there and dancing, especially if they were from the hosting clan. There was also the father-son duo from Egypt, and a woman from Canada. Within the half hour, everyone else should have arrived. If nothing else, it was a good chance to assess mating prospects *ehm*. (( Damian Except the green part is white: http://www.thecastlecloset.com/i/mensVests/bowman_tunic6.jpg http://p.lefux.com/61/20100810/A2719000AN/...ade-Masks_3.jpg Yes, it's a masquerade. )) |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 12:54 AM Post #2163 |
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she felt like being nice. Hence the reason she was dressed the part. And she was who she was, and such. But do you realize how hard men are to shove off of you when their is twelve or so of them? Gosh darn the damned powers that be that put her incharge of a sought after seat! |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 07:12 AM Post #2164 |
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Damian laughed faintly as he barely touched her palm. "Even though there was a baby born and a takeover, it seems that most of the air is filled with suffocating chatter about you." He smiled faintly from behind his mask, as they turned in a circle. Well, there was a lot of chatter about 'them' too, but that was beside the point. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 12:54 PM Post #2165 |
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" They claim woman are the only that gossip, but the men here like to do so even more. I fear a fair face and a bit of power is all it takes to catch the courts eye." All was spoken in an off handed almost friendly banter. It made one wonder how she could go from off the handle hot tempered, to docile little kitten so quickly. The woman was not shy as the pair finished the dance at hand, sighing as she politely declined the offer to dance more. Her mind was somewhat (ahem) else where, but she was not letting on in any way. She did not care for dancing... so.. yeah. Dress: http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u284/Fa...ianAadnevik.jpg Mask: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7tppBDlAe0/TV5Y...s1600/maskw.jpg And she wants me to tell you, she's still wearing her crown and cuff ![]() |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 05:37 PM Post #2166 |
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That was alright. Damian was alright to continue hobnobbing and brushing elbows. Eventually, there came a point when some, well, servants brought in tables. They set it with bountiful food. Goblets with wine mixed with blood, delicious foods - both comfortable and exotic. "Sit at my right hand?" Damian asked graciously. Darryn, meanwhile had woken up. His head was reeling. He looked at the woman, asking vaguely what was going on. She was explaining to him patiently. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 05:51 PM Post #2167 |
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Ashleigh agreed to do as asked, even seeming genuine about it as she settled at the table, eating enough to be polite, but not enough to satisfy, rather careful with what she consumed, all of it tested before consumption. She wasn't the only there with a tester, after all. |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 05:57 PM Post #2168 |
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As there was dessert brought out with fresh dessert wines, Damian got up. Why? Well, because someone had actually just walked in... clad in a green wool cloak and the broach of a favorite. Damian excused himself for the moment, hissing at Darryn. However, Darryn seemed not one tenth as hysterical as the woman chasing after him, telling him he HAD to get back into bed. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 06:01 PM Post #2169 |
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Ashleigh glanced up, politely excusing herself and following after. Darryn was up, that was a duty more important then formalities. Which is why Ashleigh was soon beside Darryn, glancing to Damian. Are you okay? <-2Darryn. |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 06:31 PM Post #2170 |
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Darryn glanced to the side, actually speaking out loud to the servant that was pushing the cart that was about to start the serving. "Stop." That was all the man said. And then, Damian actually shoved Darryn a little - not hard at all. Darryn took stumbled two steps back, and his hood fell down. The man with tuberculosis didn't look so well - even though the lower half of his head was covered with a cloth to keep him from spreading germs. The man was staring directly at Damian. No, he wasn't staring. The sunken, dark red eyes were glaring at the man even as he coughed. I'm trying not to die. A couple people passing by glanced up, but that was it. No one thought anything of the happening. Well, except for the servants, who were slightly alarmed. Why should they stop? Was he just trying to get on Damian's nerves, or...? Damian did have a slight temper that was boiling behind the small action. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 06:36 PM Post #2171 |
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That's a nice idea. I like that one. She replied softly, trying to convey a point in her tone as she considered Damian. She wouldn't let him harm Darryn further, but she also was aware of what was at stake to cause a large scene at this moment. |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 06:54 PM Post #2172 |
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The two brothers just stood like that for a long moment, glaring at each other. Damian, however, eventually eased. He looked to Ashleigh then, lifting two wine glasses. He offered one to the woman. "Come, let's go back to the dinner. Obviously Darryn is still ill down to an inflamed brain." Suddenly, before Ashleigh could even move, Darryn spoke. His words came in a rush. However, if the sincerity was feigned... well, he was a lot better at that than his brother was. "I'm sorry, M'lord. You're right. I was far out of line and out of mind. Please, I beg your forgiveness. Are you so gracious that I can sip from your chalice?" Damian stiffened, staring at Darryn. His feathers were obviously ruffled by this. At the basic level, Darryn was asking to drink from his cup. That wasn't such a big deal in that Damian wouldn't have to drink after him if he didn't want to. However, there were many nuances and secondary meanings. But, there were many people watching curiously. If Damian said no, it wouldn't make him look so good - even if it was his prerogative. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 07:02 PM Post #2173 |
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Ashleigh as silent now, hand lightly resting on Darryn's shoulder. Her eyes were locked on Damian though. She knew the ins and out of such a thing, but she also wondered one thing. One large thing was swimming around her head, but she did not even pay it any mind as she waited. |
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| Keys | Apr 25 2011, 07:28 PM Post #2174 |
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Damian glanced around the room, frowning. He didn't like the position that Darryn was putting him in. The man leaned over slightly, handing the spare glass to Ashleigh and then placing the freed hand on Darryn's head. "Have you learned from your mistake?" Darryn inclined his head. Damian nodded then, placing the goblet into Darryn's hands. "Then drink, my favorite brother." He removed the cloth from around Darryn's mouth. |
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| Lady Luck | Apr 25 2011, 07:32 PM Post #2175 |
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Ashleigh watched the pair closely, lightly helping Darryn up to his feet and he held the glass. she continued to be just a watcher though, not interfering, merely offering support to her Lover, and keeping a close eye on Damian. She'd not touched what was in her glass for the time being. |
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