#theton;open

[martyr1s]

𝐰𝐡𝐨? liliana & open. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? toma's florists, morning.

manicured nails flip the sign on the shop's entrance to announce it's opening for the day, carefully adjusting the pink and golden welcome to sit perfect within the window of the front door. reaching up, liliana flicks the bell to ensure maximum ringing was available for her customers today - she had a good feeling about today, perhaps it was because lulia had woken her with a sweet song of their homeland. patting down her skirts, the florist took a moment to admire the turquoise silk embroidered with silver and pink lillies along the edges - a gift from one of her customers - looking at her, one would never believe her to be simply a commoner.

the scent of fresh flowers fills the shop as liliana inspects each one of her blooms, collecting the ones that have become weak, wilting or simply faded. if she is to appear the best and become a supplier for the ton, she must show perfection. elegance. success.

"bună dimineaţa," her mother tongue escapes her lips as the bell rings above the door, quickly discarding of the bad flowers in the small back room hidden by a velvet curtain. "good morning, i mean," her accent is thick as she looks to her customer, a charming smile brightening her features as a twinkle shines in her eyes. "are you perhaps seeking a bloom to convey a message to someone or simply to decorate one's home?"

[lorddominic]

who: dominic & open where: hoisery shop, mayfair

The engagement between Dominic and Leonora had been announced. The morning of the announcement, Dominic informed his mother, but she wasn’t exactly pleased. Instead of offering her son congratulations, she offered him criticism. Leonora wasn’t the Murray she wanted for Dominic, but Dominic explained his reasoning. Leonora had experience in a royal court, managing a title and estates. France was different to Ireland, but Dominic had every faith that she would make the perfect marchioness. A title his mother never received, and Dominic always assumed that was the reason for her resentment. His birth meant he was Daniella’s heir, not her. He wouldn’t apologise for that. Dominic was doing what he was born for, what she had him do. 

Dominic already knew today was not the day to remain at home. The lord wasn't sitting; he had no morning appointments to attend to. His brothers couldn’t be found or didn’t want to be. For the first time in a while, Dominic had time. He decided to stop by the hosier's with the sole purpose of looking for an engagement gift, something he could give his future wife without knowing too much about her. It was the way things worked in society. Inside, the hosier was cool and quiet. There was a faint smell of lavender that filled the shop as Dominic paused before the glass counter. Gloves were displayed beneath it, all made with the finest silks and embroidery. One pair caught his eyes. They were ivory lace day gloves with seed pearls sewn in. Behind him, the bell rang. “Maybe you could help this lord decide on a pair." The shop keeper said to whoever was standing behind him. Dominic stepped aside, his eyes not leaving the pair he’d focused on. “What do you think?” He asked whoever came in, “Are these a suitable gift for a future wife?”

[v1dua]

𝐰𝐡𝐨? leonora & open. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? the gemstone ball, barnett house, mayfair.

the memory of the giddy young girl stepping into a ball of glittering gems, handsome suitors and the chance to dance the night away was long bidden within her mind, now entering the ball as a widow - a somewhat lived woman not ready to see faces of old familiars. shoulders roll as the amber ring on her right hand is spun round and round, an anxious movement developed over the years in france and away from home. hazel eyes glide over the decorations that were both gaudy and beautiful at the same time, a false push of presence to create influence and inspiration; sights set towards a secluded corner, far from the moonstone room and close by a table of drinks in case such vices were needed to survive one of many societal events she was sure to return her face to.

slowly, slipping her way through the crowd of faces, nora finds her position for the event - not secluded to far to cause gossip and commotion, but enough to still show her face and polite smiles. "keep me safe, amber," a low whisper of a prayer to the amber ring is her only hope of a pleasant evening right now.

[youngoconner]

who: Anyone in the Ton where: The Barnett House(for the gemstone Ball)

Frederic took a few steps into the ball alongside his brothers. His clothes made him stand out- red and a bit flashy. He thought he looked rather good in the ruby-colored suit. What he hadn't expected was seeing a glimpse of Mary, and she was also wearing red, and because of that. It felt like his brother had him on a tight leash. He was not going to have a good time if this kept up

He only barely managed to slip away from him while he was stuck talking to some women about their daughter being a match for him. He could finally breathe now that he was alone. His eyes weren't forward, and he had glanced behind, making sure Dominic was far enough away. He bumped right into someone. He made a noise, and he glared at the other- He actually managed to bite his tongue and not say anything rude. He’s sure his glare spoke for him. “Hello to you too,” He said as he crossed his arms. He took this as a chance to speak with someone- maybe if his brother saw, he’d leave him be....maybe he could act a little less cross...

[dasxnalan]

open starter // Brook's Gentleman Club

Brook’s Club was alive with gentlemen discussing politics and the latest scandals, most of which was the state of the royal family and how their finances would be affected, but Nalan was more thankful that his family business was separate from such things. If taxes were raised, it would be a hindrance but the business would survive it, especially if they reduced business to the very modiste mentioned in Lady Whistledown. Nalan wanted his alone time, to have a comfy chair, Lady Whistledown and a glass of the finest claret, it would have been a dream had Nalan not read that JunHo Lytton was now a lord, an American of all people and one such as the Lytton’s did not deserve what Nalan desired! Re-reading it not once or twice, but three times, did Nalan no favours, it was as if Nalan was trying to understand the absurdity and yet Nalan remained both angry and confused at this news, knowing how insufferable they would all be, and there would be no blame. If Nalan were to get his own title, the whole of London would hear him screaming it from the rooftops. “A viscount and yet the man is as capable as a fish out of water, but I suppose money would get what most desired!” There was nothing but angry mumbling from Nalan, something only made worse when another passing by had clipped the edge of Nalan’s table, tipping his glass and watching as the claret cascaded across Nalan’s copy of Lady Whistledown and all Nalan could do is watch, watch at how even the claret avoided spoiling JunHo’s name. “I assume your apologies will be forthcoming very soon, but first you can explain why you are in such a rush that you have ruined a perfectly good glass!”

[dreamspenned]

OPEN STARTER | LOCATION : HARRINGTON BOOKS

Even on her days off, Tessa's was somehow doing her job. She spent mornings roaming the markets, picking up thread and fabric she needed to patch up some of her lady's gowns, she picked up some of the food she knew the household was missing, and now, she roamed the bookstore, picking up books she assumed Miss Katherine would enjoy ( and ones she secretly would not mind reading herself when her lady finished ). What Tessa should have done, though, was not get so focused on work that she completely forgot to look who might be behind her when she turned around, the books that had been in her arms falling to the ground.

" I am deeply sorry. " She did not move to pick up her books just yet, instead looking to see whom she had bumped into and seeing if she hurt them. " Are you alright? "

[princ3ps]

𝐰𝐡𝐨? gustav & open. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? bartholomew fair, games of chance (archery)

"mother does not need to know, sev. it will just be a little bit of fun, do you know what that is these days?" a boisterous laugh fills the air, the swedish prince patting his guard on his shoulder with a solid pat as he makes his way towards the archery game. his mother loved him to death, but she did not care for gus' interest in bows - often she stated that a king need not know such horror, he has an army for that. gus loved his mother, but her mind was narrow and clouded.

rolling his shoulders out, gus waves severin off to stand further back - allowing the prince some time to be a simple man and enjoy the fair. he hands coins to the stall keeper before bumping shoulders with the person beside him. gus was tall and broad, years of horsemanship, jousting and archery would do that to a person and coming from a family of giants, spacial awareness was nowhere to be seen. "my apologies, i almost took you out before we had chance at the game." a toothy grin, charming and princely, gus offers a hand to steady the other.

[flosprati-a]

open | location: Harrington Books

She'd needed something to distract herself with after the latest Lady Whistledown. Honestly the author was truly unruly and becoming more presumptuous as time went on it seemed. She'd even taken to revealing more secrets, which she could only imagine would have dire consequences for the people who had been exposed in such a way. Her own mention, the insinuation that the simple conversation she'd had with Lord Bruce, and the fact she had been with Tobias indicated she was looking for a match in either of them. She obviously had not as Tobias was quickly becoming her dear friend and her conversation with Lord Bruce had been brief. Still she pushed the thoughts away as she perused the shelves for something more interesting. Her conversation with Mister Drake about languages had brought out her curiosity and she was perusing the shelves to see if there was something in a different language she could still decipher. There were many options, and she idly wondered what would be the best way to begin. She found a book, in a slightly higher shelf than she was able to reach and she rose to her tip toes to attempt to grab it. She managed to secure the book, but as she pulled it out, she lost her balance for a moment and she found herself reaching for the wall to her right to stop from falling. Doing so placed her arm in front of a person who had been nearby, "I do apologize, I was merely attempting to regain my balance"