#{event: cotilan}

[thewinteress]

Who: @camelliafairchild Where: Guastavino’s, by the Bar When: Before Dinner

Frost kept her smile up at Hyacinth’s retreating figure until he disappeared amongst the crowd, her smile slipping off like water. She stared after her friend before steeling herself, turning back to the bar. “Shot of Kraken, please. Two.” As soon as the shots were placed in front of her, she was tossing back the first one followed by the second one. The burn of rum clung to the insides of her throat as the liquid slid down. It was a welcome feeling that immediately froze over, ice coating her innards. 

As concerned as Frost was for Hyacinth in regards to Elise, she was also reminded that she had frozen herself for this reason alone. She could never understand why Hyacinth kept putting himself in this position, paramour after paramour. Setting down the glass and feeling pleasantly detached, she exhaled a sigh before turning, pausing immediately as she made eye contact with the beloved princess of the Unseelie Court.

“Princess Camellia.” A polite smile on her face, Frost inclined her respectfully. “Happy Cotillon to you.” Looking at Camellia, Frost was inwardly pleased to see the gloves that clothed her hands. As much as she enjoyed the princess, it always made Frost wary of her wild hand. “Are you enjoying your night?”

[camelliafairchild-blog]

Task 004: Cotilan

Although not as darkly colored as the outfits of some others in her Court, Camellia’s choice of attire contains silvers and blues - light, but surely not golden, distinctly not Seelie. Her dress is Elle Saab.

She’ll wear a subtle perfume, one that is not her usual, but instead has hints of lavender in it. After all, lavender is helpful for relaxation, though that will be more for those around her than for herself. Her makeup will also be relatively subtle, though she’ll have lightly winged eyeliner, silver-colored. Her lipstick is a light red (not quite pink).

Camellia has a silver crown (embellished with small flowers) on her head. A reminder to anyone who might dare doubt it that she is royal, she is her mother’s daughter and always will be. It sits on her head, atop light curls that flow over her shoulders.

She also chose to wear silver gloves, which stop just at her wrists - just because at such an important event she wants the choice about how many (and which) emotions she takes in.

[camelliafairchild-blog]

Pirates and Princesses

where: Cotilan

when: may 22nd, 2018

with: @knight-in-shining-armani

The event was beautiful. Of course, there had never been a singular doubt in Camellia’s mind that it would be - after all, it was the predecessor to one of the most important events that the fey held. 

Not to mention, any excuse to get dressed up all fancy was a good one. Camellia didn’t need any sort of excuse - after all, looking nice was (and had always been) important to her, but Cotilan was a reason to go above and beyond the usual. 

The meal was not too far away, but for the moment she’d found herself maneuvering her way around the crowd - she had chosen to wear a pair of light silk gloves for the event - they could be easily removed and tucked into her purse should she need to gather a feeling someone was experiencing, but Camellia did not feel the need to have her hands out for exposure, especially when she very well could be expected to shake any number of hands. 

Finishing up a brief conversation with a nice woman who was thrilled about being able to attend, in her own words ‘such a brilliantly extravagant event’, Camellia spotted a face that was familiar, though not someone who she talked with much. One, because he was Seelie, and two, because she was fairly certain that he was one of her mother’s least-favored Seelie. Running a hand through her hair, letting it spill over her shoulders, she made her way over to him.

“I have a feeling there are certain individuals who might not feel pleased at our speaking.” Camellia began, giving a small shrug, though made no move to leave.

[nickdalton]

When: May 22 Where: Guastavino’s, Cotilan Who: open

Nickel wasn’t a fan of Cotilan. Even less of Fidchell. They were just humans, it didn’t matter. Only it did matter and he couldn’t seem to bury that. It was stupid, he didn’t even like humans except for a select few. He fully believed he was better than most of them. They were weak mortals and he was a god. So it shouldn’t bother him to see them getting paraded about and fighting to their deaths. They were fleeting playthings and nothing more. Except when they were more. No matter how much he hated himself for letting any of them become more his self hatred couldn’t burn away the feelings. Scotch couldn’t either. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give it his damnedest tonight. Nickel strolled up to the bar without bothering to look around. “Scotch, neat.” He ordered his drink and only then bothered to take a glance around the room before turning back to the bartender, “Better make that two.” Tonight felt like a good night to go double fisted on the drinks.