Stupidly, the blond had forgotten to take note what hat his mother had been wearing before he excused himself from her running about the garden, looking for the Queen. He had wandered away and began looking around the grounds as if he hadnât seen them more than once before. Eventually he came to an opening in the midst of hats, open long enough so that he could see the refreshment table. He made a mad dash for it, stopping quickly when he almost bumped into somebody. âSorry,â he spoke quietly as he picked up a small plate and began filling it with small bits of food. Eventually he found himself at the end of the table, stuffing foods into his mouth as he watched the party moving around him. It was strange, he thought, how they all moved in one giant wave, as if nothing else in the world mattered. Perhaps nothing did matter. A lot of them were well off. Nothing more to worry about than âwhat if that hat looks like mineâ. He snickered a bit before letting his head lull a bit. Thatâs about the time that he heard a familiar voice pick up. It was his mothers, and she was talking rather loudly.Â
"Youâre a sweet boy; Conor told me it looked as if a bird planted a nest on top of my head â " she leaned forward a bit, as if she was telling a secret. "And between you and me, I think the same thing." When she lifted her head again, she looked around the party; standing on the tips of her toes to see overs piles of hats. Not too subtly, she shouted Conorâs name above the noise. The blond followed the voice â moving through the crowd a bit more nervously than he regularly would have, completely aware of the opinion of others; he was nothing more than a common boy, suited in a stuffy costume. When he finally spotted his mother, it didnât take long for him to spot Ben. Coming behind his shrieking mother and boyfriend, he held the plate up, completely aware of other people watching. "Mum, weâre at a party, not a derby match." He let a hand raise to his mouth, as if he was shushing her. He still let out a laugh though, not caring much more than that. A moment later, he turned his attention to Ben; small smile tugging the corners of his lips as he focused on the male, speaking only loud enough for him to hear, "you didnât encourage her turning into a banshee, did you babe? Reckon theyâd start calling the Irish absolutely mad."Â
A laugh bubbled from the prince's chest, his first real one since waking. Cindy was quite the woman and Ben absolutely adored her, thinking of her as one of his favorite people -- even if their meetings had never been any longer than a full twenty minutes. However, he honestly did enjoy her hat, though he was quite akin to seeing them and not liking them would just make things difficult, so he obviously took the easier root. "Best bird's nest I've seen today, then." His arms crossed over his chest, glancing around a little impatiently to try and find the other male, wanting some form of normality -- something his life generally lacked if Conor wasn't around. The moment the woman hollered out the prince's gaze shot up, honestly rather surprised, thanking the heavens that his mother hadn't been around for that. His eyes widened just slightly more than they had been previously, but he adverted his gaze, not too long before a snicker caused his cheeks to puff out just slightly. Looking up when a new pair of shoes joined in, he smiled once more, eyes ravishing over his boyfriend as he hardly paid mind to what he was saying to his mother. It was a bad habit, zoning out until he was actually addressed, but as a kid he was always taught that he should do just that; but now things were getting a little different. He was supposed to listen, but his habit wasn't anything near close to being broken.
Coming back to he quickly shook his head. "Course not, my mum would have me out for it -- today she's have me out for just about anything, but nonetheless. She wasn't that bad, now was she? Oh, let's be honest, they probably do, if you pay enough attention you'll hear all sorts of shit statements floating around; chances are nobody believes a single thing. Gossip, s'all it is." Rather boldly he grabbed his lover's hand, running his thumb over the paler knuckle. "You found food? I think you should lead the way -- haven't ate and I'm absolutely starving." In all honesty he was hungry, but he wasn't as much worried about that as he was getting to have a few minutes to at least talk to the blond before someone pulled him away for something that he had no cares about. Looking up to the other's mother, he gave a small nod. "Thanks for coming out today, it's rather amazing having you here. By the way, gran will be over that way," he gave a point to the place the Queen was normally found, "tell her you're Conor's mum, I think she's been wanting to meet you -- well I know she has." With a small nod of his head he didn't plan on wasting any more time, pulling lightly on Conor's head and pulling him back the way he came, in hopes that he'd take the lead and show him to the food.















