#lydiatravers

[rsrevan]

where: travers manor who: @lydiatravers

He wasn’t sure why he’d said yes. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe curiosity. Maybe just the promise of something reckless wrapped in lipstick and fine leather gloves. Whatever it was, Evan found himself at Travers Manor that afternoon, standing in front of a horse that looked far too pleased with itself for his liking.

“I’m starting to think this was a trap,” he muttered, eyeing the saddle with vague distrust.

There was something teasing in his tone, but not distant. He watched her from the corner of his eye, lips curved in a smirk. “So what’s the plan, Travers? Ride into the forest and seduce me beneath the trees?” A pause. “Or just tire me out enough to say yes to dinner?”

[rsrevan]

where: evan's betting shop who: @lydiatravers

He'd been spending all too little time at his shop, busy with his failed betrothal and then with the search of his youngest cousin, only recently showing his face there again, his mind set on the new project he had. Working behind the scenes, Evan was surprised to hear there was something asking for him at the front desk, leaving his office to come meet the client only to find a familiar face and certainly not a client. A smile creeping up on his lips, he walked over to the witch. "I hear you're looking for me, love?"