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———————. faintlyscandalous. a private & dependent multi-muse blog for grosvenortales.
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miss meher ‘may’ malhotra | intro | wanted connections |
mister daniel stewart | intro | wanted connections |
It was oddly comforting to know that despite everything else, somethings never did change. Gunter's still being here was proof of that, and she for one was relieved to see it. Sometimes it was just a nice reminder that the world was still the same old world. At the question she shook her head, "I do not believe it is that simple. Everyone has different tastes" and what she would prefer didn't necessarily align with what Meher would want. "Sometimes it is easier to just make a choice, and then you know for the future if it was the right one or not".
meher’s gaze lingered on the board a moment longer before shifting, briefly, to anaya, a faint hint of consideration softening her otherwise composed expression. “perhaps,” she replied quietly, her tone thoughtful rather than dismissive, “though i find there is very little satisfaction in a choice made without understanding.” her eyes returned to the list, settling on one name that felt just familiar enough to hold her attention, even if she could not immediately place it. “this one,” she murmured, almost to herself, “it is… not entirely unfamiliar.” a slight pause followed, her fingers adjusting lightly against one another. “i would rather begin with something that suggests it may already suit me, than rely on chance alone.”
though initially against allowing her wards for the season to leave the house with only a maid to chaperone, even someone as headstrong as lady clifton had not been able to withstand the incessant pleading of the five young ladies in her care and had eventually given in. there was no time to lose and all of london to explore. a reviving stroll was to be taken around the serpentine later in the day, and there had been talk of paying a visit to the modiste, but the maid accompanying them had insisted they stop by gunter's first. as her companions scoped out every inch of the establishment to find an available table big enough to seat six, amelia strayed a little from the crowd, carefully observing what was on offer.
"well, i usually come here for the ices. the rosehip and lavender is just divine", amy offered with a light, jovial tone, her eyes dancing across the options on offer as if she'd taken them in a thousand times before. of course she'd never been to gunter's before, only able to repeat what their mad had gushed about on the way here, but she supposed a white lie was permitted in the pursuit of not sticking out like a sore thumb. at times it felt as if she and her relations were the only newcomers to the season. "though today's chill makes me lean more towards a scone... i suppose it is entirely down to what refreshment one takes with their treat. have you given that any thought?"
meher inclined her head slightly at the young lady’s suggestion, her expression softening with polite interest as she followed the direction of her gaze across the offerings. “the ices hold a certain appeal in theory,” she said gently, a faint trace of amusement touching her tone, “though i suspect i should not appreciate them nearly so much in this weather.” her eyes drifted briefly toward the window, as if acknowledging the chill beyond it, before returning. “a scone, however, seems a far wiser indulgence.” there was a small pause as she considered the question more fully, her fingers resting lightly against one another. “as for the tea… i find i am still deciding,” she admitted, glancing once more at the unfamiliar names. “i should like something warm, certainly, buut also… something with character. it seems a pity to choose without the promise of remembering it afterward.
how daniel seemed to have a response to everything made violet’s head spin. while the entirety of the ton viewed him as warm and inviting, violet had a different point of view. yes, they had grown up together, but the differences in their families created a wedge so painful, violet found it difficult to face daniel at times. occasionally, she recalled running through mountains high and valleys low with daniel, but the contentment was soon replaced with bitter thoughts and reputations to uphold. conflicting reminders as to why they were no longer friends, no long in one another lives. “perhaps, it is none of your business if i am here on my own.” she scoffed, turning away with a sigh.
violet would do anything to rid herself of this conversation. despite the unknown pang in the pit of her stomach, she holds her novel close to her chest. the soft pitter-patter of the nearby fountain calmed her momentarily, her feet shuffling toward a bench and brushing past daniel with ease. “it does not matter if i am avoiding my family.” her body stilled, feet twisted before she settled in an awkward stance. “not…not that i am avoiding them.” violet spun around, her chest heaved with frustration. daniel always seemed to know the right things to say to make her stumble over her words. if it were anyone else, she would’ve begun her rambles. alas, violet stared at daniel, eyes narrowed in irritation. “i believed it was a nice day for an evening read. i was attempting to locate a quiet space, but alas, i have found none. this area has been the noisiest of them all, in fact.” violet straightened herself, a smirk pulled at her lips.
daniel’s smile did not falter, though it softened at the edges, as if her irritation were something he had long since learned to accommodate rather than challenge. he stepped aside just enough to allow her passage, the movement instinctive, but his attention never quite left her. “none of my business?” he echoed lightly, a quiet hum of amusement beneath his tone. “i fear i cannot entirely agree. a young lady, unaccompanied… even one as capable as yourself does invite a degree of concern.” his gaze flicked briefly to the path behind her, then back again, measured, attentive. “and i should think it a great shame if anything untoward were to befall the… noble nobley family.” the faintest emphasis lingered there, deliberate, a touch of dry humor beneath otherwise impeccable politeness. he let the remark settle before continuing, slower now, as though considering her more carefully than his earlier ease suggested. “though if it is quiet you seek, i cannot imagine you will find it by insisting you are not avoiding something while standing quite apart from it.” his head tilted slightly, eyes warm despite the observation. “still, i shall not press you. far be it from me to intrude upon a lady’s… afternoon read.” a brief pause followed, his expression gentling, though the knowing look remained. “but should the noise persist, you may find it less troublesome with conversation than without. i have been told i can be tolerably quiet when required.”
open starter | gunter's tea shop
meher stood just beneath the painted board, her gaze steady as it moved line by line across the offerings, though none of the names held quite the familiarity they seemed to promise. the hum of conversation and the soft clink of porcelain carried on around her, but she paid it little mind, fingers loosely clasped before her as she considered each option with quiet deliberation. there was something almost studied in her stillness as though she refused to choose simply for the sake of choosing. after a moment, she tilted her head slightly, reading once more, before asking in a low, composed voice to no one in particular, “which of these is taken for its flavor, and not merely its reputation?”
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location: hyde park
violet believed the gods were punishing her for simply wanting to take a moment to herself. hyde park hosted several alcoves and enclaves, perfect for a woman like herself to hide away. the nobley house had become far too rambunctious, something she never imagined she’d ever say. usually, when violet found herself overwhelmed, she’d sneak off to her chambers or the library. however, it seemed every member of parliament decided to pay a visit and occupy each room. she had no choice but to escape off to hyde park and find a quiet location. the solace lasted only a few moments before infiltration occurred. young debutantes and babbling mamas came forth and whispered nearby, loud enough for violet to become annoyed.
she had no choice but to find another safe haven. somewhere tucked between trees or high up on a boulder. anywhere to rid herself of the extra noise and laughter that led her to hyde park in the first place. though, as she searched far and wide, violet came up short, leading herself toward the outskirts of rotten row. surely, some sort of quiet belonged here. then again, nothing prepared her for the scene before her as she located a nook amongst the wildflowers and nearby fountains. violet felt herself relax then tense, her eyes diverted to the soul that stood before her: daniel stewart, former childhood friend turned rival.
“what are you doing here?” violet barked, arms tempted to cross over her chest but she knew that was unladylike. “don’t you have…coins to count or something?”
daniel did not pause at her tone. if anything, it seemed to amuse him, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to betray it. he inclined his head in greeting as though they had met under the most ordinary of circumstances. “miss nobley,” he returned warmly, brushing an imaginary speck from his glove before settling his gaze upon her with quiet ease. “i might ask you the very same, though I suspect my answer will prove far less inventive. i am merely out for a stroll as is the natural order of things in hyde park.” His eyes flickered briefly to the wildflowers and the fountain beyond, taking in the scene before returning to her. “you will be relieved to know my coins have already been counted, and quite meticulously so. i find it best not to leave such matters to chance.” he regarded her more closely, something thoughtful settling behind the warmth. “though I must confess,” he continued, softer now, “i had not expected to find you quite so far removed from the usual company. one might almost think you were avoiding it.” his tone carried the faintest thread of teasing, but it was softened, never sharp. “have I stumbled upon a private moment, or have you simply chosen a rather unconventional vantage from which to observe the rest of us?”
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Wanted Connections for Meher 'May' Malhotra
Dearest gentle reader! This author has, at long last, been made aware of the arrival of one MISS MEHER ‘MAY’ MALHOTRA in London! SHE, accompanied by SPONSOR & YOUNGER SISTER, is NEW to the season - yet their reputation precedes them. While known by many to be ARTICULATE & PERCEPTIVE, this author has also heard the be described as DISTANT & PROUD. As they arrive in London they evoke images of THE SOUND OF SILK MOVING WHEN SHE WALKS, HOLDING EYE CONTACT JUST LONG ENOUGH, MARGINS FILLED WITH NOTES IN BOOKS, & JEWELRY PASSED THROUGH GENERATIONS. They may think their secrets safe for now, but this author is intent to unearth what lingers underneath the surface!
Dearest gentle reader! This author has, at long last, been made aware of the arrival of one MISTER DANIEL STEWART in London! HE, accompanied by SISTER & OLD FRIEND, has RETURNED to the season - yet their reputation precedes them. While known by many to be WARM & PERSONABLE, this author has also heard the be described as CALCULATED & PEOPLE PLEASING. As they arrive in London they evoke images of LAUGHTER THAT CARRIES JUST ENOUGH TO BE INVITING, STEPPING IN TO SMOOTH OVER AWKWARD MOMENTS, NEATLY STACKED COINS THAT ARE COUNTED TWICE, A GLASS OF WHISKEY AT THE END OF THE NIGHT. They may think their secrets safe for now, but this author is intent to unearth what lingers underneath the surface!
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