#dovey.open

[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 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?"