#1875hqs.event01

[carrowhitman]

status; open  setting; the abbott mansion ball 

    The last time Basil had attended a ball of any kind, he’d been a married man; and before even that, always secured as taken in some way. When your parents decide a match when you were fifteen, it tends to happen; and though Basil stands on the sidelines once more a taken man, it feels so fresh, undiscovered, and new in a way... enough to make a man usually seeping with confidence feeling quite like a fish out of water. 

   It seemed that the safest zone of participation, for now, would be the small sitting chairs & lounges placed just off from where couples danced. Lightly populated, a stand of drinks nearby; it was involved yet removed, just as Basil hoped to be. Taking a seat on a lavishly plush two-seater, he dipped his head in a greeting. “Do you mind if I take this seat? I am waiting for someone to arrive, and honestly, I don’t know how long it has been since I have attended one of these things.”

[heartfolloweds]

*⠀ ⠀ ─── ⠀ ⠀           open starter !

          in a quiet room of the manor, far from the libations and festivities of the abbott ballroom, saem’s gentle fingertips idle at the ivory keys of a pianoforte —— a soft tune filling the room. the notes the healer plays are hesitant and disjointed from lack of practice, but the melody has a tender and quiet charm of its own, regardless, and saem lets the sound carry him away —— imagining that he’s not here at this ball ; but instead, wandering through a forest at dawn —— lungs filled with the scent of bluebells adorned with glimmers of morning dew. 

          saem adored people ; he adored being able to connect with them, hear their stories, and part feeling as though he’d just revelled in something special, and something shared  —— but there was something about the dizzying glamour of social season events such as this that made him uneasy —— made him yearn for something free of pretence, and social pressure, and status ; made him appreciate the peacefulness of solitude. 

          the echo of footsteps by the entrance of the room pulls saem out of his reverie  —— brown eyes warm with a smile as he sights his new companion. “ ‘haven’t lost your way now, have you ? ”