#klaviervix

[sweettooth--andswords-blog]

❧The world was ever turning - the carousel. And honestly at this particular time Penelope wanted off. This even meant with what she was doing in that particular moment which was dealing with a social gather her father arranged as a simple tea party at the back of the Poe estate. And her you may ask? Well she was sitting there. Watching. With a cup of tea in hand as two sirs had a small dispute about family matters. She however didn't want any part in it. Hopefully one stranger would love to help her out by speaking to her and distracting her.

[holyvocals]

｛　 cygnusfilia — klaviervix　⋯　;

              Wandering about the areas surrounding his current opera house, as he often had the habit of doing, he carelessly glanced over scenery with little interest. Kaspar was given instructions to take a break; to allow himself a brief relaxation from superiors as the day grew later and his hard work increased even greater -- yet he was unsure of what to take up in his brief freedom. The opera singer could only hum a tune to himself -- however, it was not before long when that brief hum developed into marvelous words. No matter that those bypassing may or may not be fans of opera, one could not deny the heavenly harmony of tones proven to be an endearing delight to ones ears. Only when he found himself colliding somewhat harshly against another did his vocals abruptly come to a halt.

              "Ah--  Pardon me for my ignorance -- I was not watching where I was going. I haven't gone and hurt you, have I?" There was not even a pinch of embarrassment audible within his polite; friendly tone, as he had not even the slightest surface from the depths of his emotions. Though demeanor carefree and seemingly unfazed by the mishap, there was thoughts of light; natural concern, whether one could pinpoint it or not.

[cruelvanity]

 klaviervix

        This was where she was in her element-the lavish parties of the nobles, the very place where she would whisper around, taint those who thought they were proper and good, flaunt with her appearance and simply have a good time. The old men she ignored, the young ones firm and dapper she adored and wouldn't hesitate in flirting with them and have a generally good time but the woman with their fitting dresses, graceful strides and beautiful hair-yes those were her main target, they would always be her main target. Since she'd divorced with her husband months ago it felt as if she was a free bird once more, she knew that he suspected her adulterous ways, with women no less but let faith have it that the pathetic bastard was struck with illness-disabling him to taint her name in public matters.

        With a glass wine in her hand, she simply laughed along with the fools, winked at the ladies ( playfully) as she moved about the polished floors. There was never a reason as to why the higher class would throw such parties or so they made others believe. Irena knew the reason, it was for one thing only, to indulge in the sins they so hypocritically announced to despise. While she moved about, dress fluttering behind her, she spotted a beauty she'd never seen before- skin fair with hair as light as grace itself, body petite but defined- a knowing smile curved lips and without even giving herself a second chance she felt how feet already carried her towards the girl. 

       "--Are you not in a festive mood, my dear?" Thick accent rolling from parted lips, hand placing the glass on the tray a servant held up for her before he left. Thin brows arched up, disappearing behind dark ringlets, while eyes looked questionably at the girl.