&* @ivashkovcharm // cont.
“trust me, i know disappointment like the back of my hand.” he scoffed over the brim of his glass, emerald eyes gleamed in anticipation as the rest of the elitist crowd patiently waited for the unveiling of lady rin sohma’s masterpiece. the great hall was packed with lords and ladies alike, not just the twelve families hailing from the joint royal moroi court of romania, russia and the united states. and if lady sohma knew enough about the court on this side of the world, she’ll probably gather he had such a reputation. adrian took a sip less than generous from his flute of champagne, eager to continue running sober to support the crown with the best of his capabillities.
“from what i’ve heard about you - lady sohma -” the spirit-user beamed, fangs peeking out the corner of his lips. “i bet this is far from it. to prove my point, i’m congratulating you right now.”
they all expected some sort of genius, when all she had to offer was just some scribbles that may have turned out decent enough to translate to a larger canvas. it was enough to make rin want to turn and hide back in the suite she had been graciously allowed for her visit. she hated drawing this much attention, after all. it made it worse when she inevitably let them all down. even this moroi, with all his faith and bright smiles, would turn on her, leave her alone. raising one hand to the horse charm dangling from her choker, as if trying to gain strength from the one who had given her the necklace, she scowled.
“don’t call me that, i hate it.” lady sohma, that could’ve been any of her female relatives, and it just reminded her of just how tied she was to the family she wished to escape. “and i never asked for all this.” she was here to show goodwill to the crown, and to learn before she inevitably continued on to university. “it’s annoying.”