Post by Sébastien de Loréan on Jan 14, 2008 22:20:06 GMT -5
“What do you mean, she’s ill?” My eyes were a little on the off side, and I tried to hide my disappointment, though since I was gaping at the adept with wide eyes, it wasn’t very effective. Not at all, in fact. I sighed. Why was it that fate always got in the way, somehow? I shook my head in disbelief.
I’d made my way to pick Seraphin up at Gentian, excited and happy. Our first event together. I’d been so excited. I’d wanted it so much, even as I disbelieved the joy that filled me. And now this. I gave the apologetic adept a look of forgiveness. It wasn’t their fault.
I’d asked her to come, during our assignation at Gentian, and she’d accepted. I had been mad with happiness, nigh weeping. On the following morning, I’d effectively contracted her. I’d sought out excellent finery, better than I usually wore, in fact, because I wanted to be worthy of the beauty that would be on my arm. I’d told her I would foot the bill for whatever gown she wanted, and I had. All for nothing. Worse, for I'd been sodden with concern, though they assured me she was only indisposed and not endangered. I'd have to see her on the morrow, for they wouldn't let me in just then.
I looked at myself in the garden’s pond. I looked smart, really. The black breeches and shirt, just a little frilly. The doublet, a deep, vibrant blue, lined with gold. The boots of black Aragonian leather were so shiny, I could see myself in them. I’d left out the hat – I didn’t like to have anything on my head, and besides, it was… inappropriate in the hall.
What the hell. I’d go to the damned Fete, and maybe get drunk. I’d seek out August, Decimus and Landis, if the ladies didn’t keep them overly busy. I’d look out for Soleil and Giselle, if they were there. I’d show up, represent the House, and go home.
Damn Fate, and to the Seven Hells. This wasn’t my lucky day.
I’d made my way to pick Seraphin up at Gentian, excited and happy. Our first event together. I’d been so excited. I’d wanted it so much, even as I disbelieved the joy that filled me. And now this. I gave the apologetic adept a look of forgiveness. It wasn’t their fault.
I’d asked her to come, during our assignation at Gentian, and she’d accepted. I had been mad with happiness, nigh weeping. On the following morning, I’d effectively contracted her. I’d sought out excellent finery, better than I usually wore, in fact, because I wanted to be worthy of the beauty that would be on my arm. I’d told her I would foot the bill for whatever gown she wanted, and I had. All for nothing. Worse, for I'd been sodden with concern, though they assured me she was only indisposed and not endangered. I'd have to see her on the morrow, for they wouldn't let me in just then.
I looked at myself in the garden’s pond. I looked smart, really. The black breeches and shirt, just a little frilly. The doublet, a deep, vibrant blue, lined with gold. The boots of black Aragonian leather were so shiny, I could see myself in them. I’d left out the hat – I didn’t like to have anything on my head, and besides, it was… inappropriate in the hall.
What the hell. I’d go to the damned Fete, and maybe get drunk. I’d seek out August, Decimus and Landis, if the ladies didn’t keep them overly busy. I’d look out for Soleil and Giselle, if they were there. I’d show up, represent the House, and go home.
Damn Fate, and to the Seven Hells. This wasn’t my lucky day.