#c.dovey

[lovelyfxxl]

D O V E Y ST GEORGE location: the garden, lytton estate status: open

the night sky was an endless veil of ink, a depth of color so dark and spacious it could never simply be blue or purple or black, broken only by the luminous stars. they had been counting through the constellations when dovey realized the garden was no longer a sanctuary. fingers, still jittering from repressed nervous energy, plucked absent-mindedly from a bloom whose only crime was growing too close tonight. the petals fell in a halo around the hem of their gown. "how does the worst thing you've ever done compare to worst thing that has ever been done to you?"

[lovelyfxxl]

D O V E Y ST GEORGE location: the edge status: open

it started with the whispers- man and woman alike began to turn face as to avoid any accidental attention, tucking their mouths behind little printed fans and pristinely gloved hands to pass rumor on like living word. then there was the all consuming quiet. not a single member of the ton stepped a toe out of line to dare talk to her. several of the men she'd developed a flirtatious repartee with deserted any interest. suitors did not even show for the diamond of the season merely because they lived in the same house. dovey was ruining this for everyone.

the worst part was that she had no idea why and continued to not know until aera and hari finally read the defamatory column in the privacy of the parlor at the lytton estate aloud. dovey asked for a copy and left the house. it took a half hour at least for her to stumble over the words by herself just to be sure. now, the paper was tear stained and crumpled up in dovey's sharp grasp as her feet propelled her in a direction she knew not where. "are you slow? what part of not now is difficult for you to comprehend, huh?"

[lovelyfxxl]

dovey: in my defense, I was left unsupervised. timothy: wasn't tobias with you? tobias: in my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

[lovelyfxxl]

D O V E Y ST GEORGE location: the diamond ball status: open

learning the dance steps came far easier than acquainting oneself with the unending list of so-called 'niceties'. the music swelled in the venue and each lilting note from the violas resonated in champagne glasses clasped by the hands of all the guests. the very same melody lead her in happy rhythm across the polished floor. the partner never mattered much so long as they did not impede her movement nor step on her toes.

by the time the musicians required a short reprieve, dovey was breathless and glistening with sweat. a broad smile betraying her enjoyment as she remembered the fan on her wrist and made good use of it while beginning the search for a drink of her own. she hummed the song played most recently to herself as the chatter of the crowd filled the space the music had once been.

from just behind the clothed table stacked with sweets of all variety, dovey turned to observe the, frankly, quite lovely scene. everything from feathers to pearls to lace to flower garlands decorating every area in her eyesight. "tell me, what do you see and what do you not see?"

[lovelyfxxl]

D O V E Y ST GEORGE location: st. james park status: closed with @thornsxcrowns

"oh, well- wild roses, snapdragons, poppies, and bleeding hearts are my favorites. that is if we aren't speaking grand fields of wildflowers which would, of course, be largely impractical for a wedding venue I feel." nuptial planning had only just begun and through asking all the standard sort of questions. dovey turned her face upward to welcome the sunshine on it; serene in its golden warmth. a day so beautiful invited nearly every person in the ton to promenade before the weather turned cool. "do you have a preference? what about colors? what about activities? should we plan something that you usually like to do?" dovey paused, remembering a comment the brother of her affianced made when they met. "how do you enjoy spending time?"

[lovelyfxxl]

aera & dovey aesthetic.

@parasolsandreticules

[lovelyfxxl]

D O V E Y ST GEORGE location: wonderland's caterpillar rangoli lounge - das house status: closed with @parasolsandreticules, aera

there were almost too many hues from which to choose. the paints for the rangoli lined the wall. dovey hesitated; frozen in indecision as aera waited, watching over her shoulder. maybe they should pick red. no. purple. "I used to be able to make decisions." finally, she plucked a rich azure shade for her brush. "maybe all that wedding planning and stuff is finally getting to me or something..."

[lovelyfxxl]

_____________ D O V E Y S T . G E O R G E __

WHERE DO THEY STAY DURING THEIR OFF SEASON?

while dovey continued to largely stay with the lytton's at their estate in london, she did take the time away from the season to travel more on her own whims. often, she would disappear for a week at a time to explore a new pastoral corner of the map. as the new season began to approach, these escapades have increased in frequency and length of time away.

WHAT ARE THE MAJOR CHANGES THAT HAPPENED DURING THIS TIMESKIP?

during their time apart, nicholas and dovey attempted to keep in correspondence with one another. it was already difficult due to dovey's struggles with literacy, but it became near impossible when the letters became uncomfortable to share. now it seems like ages since she's spoken with her fiance at all. then another familiar face from the past appeared.

WHAT DID THEY MISS ABOUT THE SOCIAL SEASON?

dovey missed the parties, the dancing, and all of her friends all being in one easily connected grouping.

WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM THE 1814 SOCIAL SEASON?

at this point, dovey is just trying to survive the season until the wedding without being a total pariah or laughing stock... or somehow ruins it all. perhaps finding a better mentor could help.

HOW DID THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS CHANGE OVER THE BREAK?

dovey is speaking with her family more. however, she is speaking with the household she lives in decidedly less. anyone would be able to spot that dovey has been avoidant of both tim and aera in recent weeks.

WHAT MOMENT FROM THE 1813 SEASON REPLAY IN THEIR MIND AND WHY?

essentially everything that happened on the night of the masquerade at the lytton estate lives runs in a wheel in the forefront of her mind. nalan, nicholas, the garden, the masked man, the blood... the entire night the paradigm tilted unnerved her to no end. they definitely consider that night the impetus of their current phase of depression and anxiety.

WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING FORWARD TO, RETURNING TO LONDON?

mostly dancing.

WHAT ARE THEY DREADING FACING WHEN THEY RETURN TO LONDON?

everything else.