#vivienne001

[fleurchenery]

The carnival was not quite as crowded as it had been during the day, Fleur imagined, now that it was nighttime and it allowed for everyone to come out from the shadows. There were always going to be humans inevitably rightened by the presence of the undead in this town, even with the large floats from each bloodline and some of the other creatures in town celebrating. Let them hide. She would not. She had always been open in what she was and at least Ashbourne allowed for that much. There were plenty of things that she could complain about when it came to the town but that was not one of them.

“This is certainly nothing like the Nice festival. Ah, oh well...” Not that she had any idea what it had been like in the past two hundred years. Undoubtedly, it had changed. “What is the point, a woman flashing her breasts for a string of beads from a man? I much rather take off a man’s head and take all of his beads to wear for myself.”

@viv-adair

[ruinair]

" as i live n' breathe . " the smile starts in his eyes the moment the door opens and her features come into view . vivienne is as poised as ever , maybe even more so than memory serves , but he can see how time has sanded the edges of it down . there's weariness there that makes even his heart sit heavy in his chest.

" i know i should have come to call on you sooner . " the words fight their way out of the widening warmth of his grin . a loose clutch bouquet of ivory garden roses , white hellebore , ivory spray roses , burgundy lilacs and white ranunculus obscures his hands , " mrs langford , " he offers her the respect first , extending the bouquet towards her .

it's been a long time since he'd picked out flowers by himself , he'd wanted this selection to matter . a piece of his choices , how he sees her . how he wants to think conrad would have . what they might have picked out together after she'd had a rough day and conrad would have outsourced all the actual choosing to him . angelo had never approved of the idea that flowers replaced a real apology and course correction , but that might have been his mother's sharp tongue coming through . conrad had always maintained it was a nice gesture regardless .

" been too long , " he murmurs , hands folding neatly in front of himself , shoulders lowered so he might be easier to reach . he will not presume physical affection even if he was certain of it , vivienne would set the tone , reach for him if she so willed it . " how are you ? " the sincerity and earnestness of the question refuses all flippancy . / @f0rgetme .