Hello, hello!
Almost all of you know English is not my first language and I'm trying my best. I'm not quite familiar with victorian things but I want to be part of this beautiful fandom so here's my contribution.
I wanted to use another song (you can listen to it searching Lysandro San Valentin on YT) but it wasn't possible, so I chose this one bc I think it's beautiful too. You can listen while you read for a better experience (bc as I told you I'm not familiar with this and I wanted to ambience it more) if you got Spotify or in the link for YT. Hope you like it!
A young man dressed in a long aqua-colored jacket was walking from one side of the room to the other, annoyed, uncomfortable, and beautiful pink eyes followed him from one side to the other, with restrained words. He twisted the tips of his white sleeves, fearing that he would tear off the gold trim on his jacket if he fiddled with them too much. The silver-haired girl (his valet) watched his comings and goings. She cleared her throat but said nothing. She caught his attention and cast a look that was intended to be supportive, to convey love and affection, as well as calm, but she knew that wouldn't change the young man's anger. Her smile faded when there was a knock on the door and Chase jumped as he looked at it, his expression discomposed. Chase felt like the huge bottle-green living room was spinning around him very dequickly, that he would end up tripping over the pretty dark wood coffee table, and that he would be lucky if he landed on the brown sofa instead of on the valuable red, black and cream patterned rug, which he thought he would throw up on. One of the flaps of the large door next to the tall bookshelf full of books he hadn't read opened and the knot in his stomach tightened a little more.
Chase had been engaged to a woman he didn't know, it was one of those marriages of convenience between wealthy families, and he had to start courting her now that they had approved their marriage. He didn't know what she looked like physically, he didn't know what her name was or how old she was, much less what things she liked. He only knew that he had to learn to dance for the ball they had prepared, where they would announce their union to the rest of the members of high society.
Chase sighed, and was glad he did, because when the person he was waiting for finally entered the room, his breathing stopped and time froze. A young man with a pale complexion and ice-blue eyes appeared, his black hair matched his clothing: he wore black pleated pants, a charcoal gray vest from whose lapels hung several thin intertwined silver chains, and over this he wore an elegant knee-length jacket in the same color as his pants. The boy, tall and thin, stared at him and Chase felt the coldness of his icy gaze while his cheeks burned from the intensity of it. Mute before that beauty that seemed from another world, he managed to stammer a ridiculous greeting. He glanced at Silver to see her smiling secretly, looking at the corner of the room, because she was the only one who knew that what Chase really liked were boys. Chase thought that this only happened in the fairy tales he was told as a child, but he had felt those butterflies in his stomach from the first moment their hands touched. The man who was teaching him how to lead the dance to dance with a woman was the one he waited for every week, and he felt absolutely alone when he left, who knew where, and he spent the rest of the day thinking about his touch, his eyes, his smile (somewhat haughty) and the sound of his voice. Buddy opened his eyes when Chase told him about what he was thinking.
With three weeks left to announce the engagement, Chase stumbled, displaying his infinite clumsiness, and his nose was just millimeters away from the nose of the boy, whom he affectionately called Buddy (because he couldn't pronounce his name correctly), and his eyes They made contact longer than usual. Chase noticed the blush on his cheeks, his eyes strayed to the taller man's lips for a few seconds, and with an imperceptible approach he made it clear what his intentions were. To his surprise, Buddy leaned towards him too and their lips made contact for about five or six seconds. He blinked to make sure he wasn't daydreaming, and sure enough, he wasn't. His couples dance teacher stressed that he needed more classes to improve and his visits increased in the following weeks, during which they did nothing but get to know each other more little by little. Days before the appointed date, Chase expressed his disagreement with his marriage, Buddy already assumed it but he did not expect to hear what Chase had to say. While Grandpa Ralph was waiting for his grandson with Deacon, Chase's cousin, who was looking askance at the blonde's fiancée, thinking about how lucky he was, Silver made an appearance.
“Where is Chase, little Silver?” he asked. He always treated her like she was part of the family. She smiled.
“Chase is not going to come, sir” she answered, and both of them were surprised, she giggled and gave Ralph a piece of paper with a little head inclination, and then she retired.
Grandpa Ralph read the note, Deacon looked above his shoulder to read it too curious.
“He… left with another man?” he asked. He always knew Chase wasn’t into women, but he didn’t expect him to disobey like this. He was proud, but had to keep the looks, so he thought about something to say to excuse him and break that engagement. He smiled as he lended Deacon the note and started walking to the woman who was waiting to meet Chase.
Deacon read the note again and smiled too. Chase was like that, he knew. And someone had to console that poor and beautiful maiden.
I used this pictures for inspiration 🫶🏻
Chase, Buddy, Deacon and Silver's outfits.
And the room where it starts
