#seraph ball

[odile-marchand]

Odile sat at her desk in her room, reaching for a piece of paper and rather hurriedly starting to scrawl a scathing letter. 

To Lord Declan Larkspur,

I do hope that you were in some tragic accident and were therefore unavailable to take me to the Seraph Ball two days ago as promised. It was rather embarrassing to wait around for you with the hope of attending together, only to have to walk into the ballroom alone.  Should you not have some good excuse, then rest assured, that should you ask me to attend an event with you again, the answer will be no. I am not a woman who gets stood up and I rarely give second chances to those who have displayed such poor behavior.  Perhaps I should remind you that my father has invested in Larkspur Holdings and contracted your company to help with the repairs to the family’s business? I could easily persuade him to do otherwise, should he learn that you slighted me. I would say, ‘until next time’, however, Lord Declan, there will -be- no next time. 

Sincerely,

-Lady Odile Marchand 

@houselarkspur

[jewel-ofthe-sands]

Anjali’s Seraph Ball look

[jewel-ofthe-sands]

[jewel-ofthe-sands]

The Seraph Ball was unlike anything she had ever seen.

Glittering dresses, well dressed gentlemen in suits, food and drink, music and lights as far as the eye could see. She had clutched Ed’s hand tighter, the warmth and solidity of him making her feel less adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces as they had ascended the stairs to the ballroom. Susie had taken her shopping for a gown in the Krytan style, flowing silks and daring cuts, after Lux had insisted she come. It was a light aqua blue and matched her skin tone well but she felt odd in it with its large skirts. Her thoughts must have been clear on her face, Edward’s warm baritone anchoring her as he assured her that she looked beautiful.

She spotted a familiar face in the crowd, Mirembe, who seemed to be riled, set on assaulting a man in an awakened costume and she wondered herself why anyone would ever want to dress as such a thing. It wasnt long before Elessar appeared as well, the captain stopping to say hello, though he seemed perturbed, put ill at ease by some family drama playing out in live action when it should have been behind closed doors.

They had danced a bit, and had a few drinks but the lustre of this new experience was losing its appeal, feeling less like something lighthearted and more like she should be watching her step. Ed had been right and she laughed a little. These balls really were a circus. They were intended for charity but seemed only to her mind an excuse for lavish and somewhat wasteful social calls.

She had looked up at him then, the massive man seeming as uncomfortable and bored as she was, and a quick decision was made between the two of them in hushed tones to take their leave.

Beer and schwarma in the Ossan quarter was more their style anyway.

@elessar-volundir @dusteddyes @thehammerofascalon

((Finally catching up on backlogged drafts, yay!))

[odile-marchand]

Seraph Ball Mood board. (sorry the dress pic is so big ack!)  She waited for him for nearly two hours before giving up and going to the ball on her own. She of course, was late, and nearly stomped into the ball room, angrily crossing the floor until she found the wine and refreshments. She didnt even want to go to this stupid ball, but her father had insisted she do. One thing was very certain; Lord Declan Larkspur would be getting a rather scathing letter from her. Once her anger began to settle, she surprisingly began to enjoy herself. Lord Melville was kind enough to dance with her and offer his company as well as introduce her to some new faces. 

[aleyannadenton]

Ballroom Nights, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Friends

By all accounts, the Seraph Charity Ball did not go as planned in Aleyanna’s mind. Sure, there was being able to catch up with old friends. There was also the moments where new contacts were being made. But no one there could have forseen Mikaela’s revelation to Renita and the drama that unfolded between her and Luxelen.

Despite being told to enjoy the party by Renita and having Adriwyn arrive, Aleyanna found it difficult to enjoy, especially with Luxelen there being so unempathetic and unwilling to compromise at least for the sake of not causing a scene. So it was after a while that the operative found herself heading to the Salma Graveyard. Out of respect for her friends, she kept her distance at least until Alex made her way over. With the magister stepping forward, so too did Aleyanna and to her relief, there was a sense of calm and understanding.

What followed between the quartet was a long discussion of just how things were, how poisonous everyone was, but ultimately, how important and wonderful everyone was, despite their shortcomings. And with it becoming so late in the evening, it was agreed upon for all of them to spend the evening at Renita’s Rurikton estate.

Once there, the four friends were finally able to relax somewhat, as they all did something that wasn’t done at the ball, dance. With Renita leading Aleyanna and Alex guiding Adriwyn, each pair was at least able to enjoy the music and the dance without outside intrusions. Even with having to discuss Lux and her shenanigans afterwards, there was still positive chatter to have in regards to another bastion of friends, Flixxa and Mixxa.

So as the day came to an end and Aleyanna found herself sound asleep in one of the guest rooms, she couldn’t help but smile. Sure, nothing went to plan earlier, but in the end, it was probably better the night unfolded as it did. After all, what better way to celebrate than in an appropriate manner with friends and those who cared about you.