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Cinch Me, Pinch Me
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Count Rodrick Silas Herondale is of distant relation to the King on his father's side. The origin of his mother routed in gossip those of court think him to be deaf to. At the age of twenty-three he is unmarried.Though recently returning from a trip abroad at his fathers passing he takes the titles passed down to him and the place in Court it gives him. His return to Court parallels his sisters coming out into society and the dangerous game played by women to snatch up their desired husbands. A game he has avoided and shown little interest in. Till a chance encounter with a daring young woman not much older then his sister pulls him into the dance.
(( sorry it took so long. I'm making Universe Jello)) |
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Vestline scoffed at the invitation, tossing it onto the pile with the rest. The season was to begin and, at a young age of eighteen, she was already a widow. Oh, she wasn't sorry the wicked old man was dead but it did leave a sour taste in her mouth. The two years of her life would have been wasted had it not been for the title she gained. She had meekly accepted such a joining when she was but sixteen, all to help her father out in business dealings and gaining money for the family. Vestline sighed. She had never actually had the chance at going to season. Perhaps she should go to just have some fun. Her lips curled at that thought. Yes. Fun. To fetch herself a new husband, perhaps, or even a play toy. Why not look for pleasure. Her future was secured. She was notorious these days as it is. She stood out from the feeble minded females. Over the past two years, Vestline had learned how to speak her mind. So, it shall be. --Night of Lady Windall's Ball-- Her ball was usually the first of the season. People of all classes came to it. The ball itself was usually rumored as the best of the season. It was a must go to for any young man or woman hoping to sag someone. That is what Vestline planned on doing that night. But, she would stick out like a sore thumb. While most of the young women would be dressed properly in more modest and sleeved clothing, Vestline was far different. Her gown was strapless and the top conformed to her shapely breasts, just perching on top of them. The gown was a bright scarlet. Cinching in the dress was a underbust corset, further emphasizing her thin waste and curves. The outerskirt was gathered upwards on one side to allow a black underskirt that sparkled to peak through. It was just slightly see through, hinting at her garters and stockings. Her feet were adorned with simple heels the color of the corset. Her hair was down and loose. She wore just a bit of kohl around her eyes and her lips were painted the color of her dress. Her mask was simply in design, the color of her underskirts with a few rubies dotting around the eyeholes and finally, two feathers topped it off on the right side. The only sign of mourning was her black, sleeveless gloves made of lace that went to her elbows. Vestline knew she was dressed in a way that overemphasized a few things but, this was overshadowed by her confidence. Despite the exposed cleavage and shoulders, no one barred her from entering. Some were left speechless while others picked up whispers. Still, Lady Windall came to her as soon as she saw the walking scandal that Vestline was. Instead of insulting her, Lady Windall broke out into a grin, "My, you do look lovely dear." |
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The invitation lay opened on his desk. The seemingly harmless black lettering stared up at him. So the season had started again. He had been absent for the last three years and somewhere in that time the freckled face girl who was his sister had become a woman. Old enough now to be paraded around to choose her a husband. It was hard to see her as that woman when she was fluttering around the room going on about what her friends have said of the balls last year. ---------- He had lost his sister at some point in the night, it won't be hard to spot her again since her dress is as colorful as butterfly wings. Her outfit was a contrast to his. Where hers was color his was black. The vest was fitted to his torso a deep black with a lighter patterned sewn in. His pants were the same deep black as his vest and shirt though were the vest had hints of silver weaved in with the patterns thread the silver was missing from the rest of his outfit. In contrast to his outfit Rodrick's mask was all a light catching silver. he had found an alcove off of the dance floor were he could observe the other socialites and a servant passed by regularly with wine. (( Sorry it's crap but I just started training at a new job so I've been busy)) |
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