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THE HONOURABLE CHARLOTTE LE BOUFF OF BAYOU DE ORLEANS IS PROUD TO PRESENT THEIR CHILD, THE HONOURABLE THEODORA “TEDDY” LE BOUFF, FOR THE UPCOMING SOCIAL SEASON. WE HEAR THEY’RE WARM AND ANIMATED, BUT CAN ALSO BE RESTLESS AND OUTSPOKEN. AND IT’S SAID THEY BARE A REMARKABLE RESEMBLANCE TO KATHRYN NEWTON, BUT THAT’S MERELY A COINCIDENCE. WE’RE SURE THEY’LL CAUSE QUITE A STIR IN THE TON THIS YEAR, BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL.

name: Teddy Le Bouff age: 21 parents: Lottie homeland: Bayou de Orleans gender: ciswoman sexuality: demisexual, biromantic

#intro

ℤ𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕒 ℝ𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟

Zasha found herself at garden park one afternoon following the bacchanal. She felt like a fool, a deranged idiot who had been taken over the previous evening by some strange force. Fairy magic of course but she had been too blind to realize that at the time. And a spell that made her look like a fool in front of Lady Drusilla never the less!

As a shadow born woman she was already at a disadvantage during the ton and to find herself a bride, to form a happily ever after, was one of the largest reasons for her leaving the Shadow Realm for Auradon. She craved that kind of intimacy and now, well, now she feared she may never have the chance at it.

All because of a stupid potion that made her act a fool.

However, thanks to Lady Chattermore’s gossip, Zasha found herself in good company. She had seen Miss Teddy sitting by herself, no doubt still reeling from the night before, and gone to see her. The two did not speak often but nearly every one at the ton at least had passing acquaintanceships with one another.

“How do you fair after the gossip column?” she asked upon approach. “Apologies if I’m intruding I simply…needed another soul who knew what it was like to make a idiot of themselves.”

@teddylebouff

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Teddy was at her usual spot in the park, nearby the lake with a blanket spread beneath her and a book in her hand. Her bonnet was tossed forgotten on the blanket, but she brought a parasol with her today as the sun was incredibly bright and hot. Too bright for someone who seemed to still be recovering from the Faerie Bacchanal. She hoped to be left alone, but heard a voice speaking in her direction before she saw the shadow it belonged to.

At first, she did not recognize the woman in front of her, but soon found her name at the tip of her tongue. Teddy was unsure if the two had spoken previously, but would not be rude and ask the woman to leave. No, her mother was adamant that Teddy always treat those around her with a welcoming smile and demeanor. Of course she didn’t always succeed at it, but she could at least try.

“How do I fair? Lady Chattermore did not have much to say about me, at least nothing quite as scandalous as some of the other Lords and Ladies that attended the Bacchanal. To be honest, my memory is still inconsistent enough that I used the papers to try to regain some idea of what transpired. If I remember correctly, she did not slander your name. You were only mentioned as dancing, which is seemed like most of the guests did anyway.”

Teddy motioned to the blanket, letting Zasha take a seat if she chose to. “So to answer your question, I feel almost relieved. It could have been much worse for us. What about you? How do you fair?”

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𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕒 𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕧

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

Sonya had never dreaded learning that she was being called upon quite like that day.

At least, that had been the thought running through her mind as her mother had beckoned her to come downstairs. However, as soon as she finally made it to the drawing room and realized that her terrifying caller was simply Teddy, she calmed down.

That had been over five minutes and two pastries ago. She had thought that she was perhaps in the clear, free to trade idle chit-chat and perhaps toss around a barb or two about the pressures of polite society or Henry Charming’s selectively atrocious behavior. But then Teddy spoke up to directly reference the events of the prior evening.

No such luck.

“Well, technically all of her writings about me are true, so I am inclined to believe all of it,” Sonya frowned. “Everything about my situation is public, so I can’t even deny it as I would, of course, prefer to. Though, to clarify, Lord Phineas was simply escorting me home as I was not myself. What of the evening can you recall? Did you really make August Fitzherbert cry?”

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Teddy saw the flash of relief pass over Sonya’s features when they made eye contact across the Sudayev drawing room, and the blonde wondered who or what exactly Sonya thought was waiting for her.

She did not know what she was expecting from Sonya when she spoke of the Society Paper and the events from the night prior, but Sonya admitting that what had been written about her was true, was a bit of a shock. “So you two did... kiss during the party? Have your feelings about Lord Phineas change?” Last they spoke, Sonya seemed almost dreadful at the prospect of her future marriage. She wondered what had changed. “Were you under the weather? I have a horrible headache. And some spots in my memory.”

Chewing rather intently on another piece of chocolate, Teddy couldn’t help the frown that formed on her face when Sonya spoke of August. “I can hardly remember out conversation. I was so, overcome with feelings for Mr. Gothel.” A hand came to cover her face in shame. “I’ve never even met him before. We barely spoke, but August seemed incredibly hurt.” Which she could understand. It must have felt like such a betrayal for Teddy to show interest in a child of Mother Gothel, what with his mother’s history.

“I wonder how she is getting all her information. Lady Chattermore.” Teddy leaned forward as she spoke. “Do you suspect people are selling her stories? Or perhaps she has some people working for her?”

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ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘

To say the previous night had been a disaster was an understatement. The previous night was a huge mistake, and his attendance an even worse one. The last thing Henry should have done was go to the Faerie Bacchanal, decorum be damned. He knew it was trouble the second the invitation floated into his study, but he’d ignored all reason because it wasn’t right for a gentleman to refuse such an illustrious opportunity. He thought it would be uninteresting and therefore no big problem to attend, but whatever he had consumed made him lose all autonomy and he’d spent the night a puppet to a pirate’s whims. It positively infuriated him how southward his evening quickly propelled itself after that. The only silver lining came when he finally escaped the manor and found himself being quietly ushered through one of the Garden District townhomes — one that was most certainly not his own.

He could still feel the kisses against his lips, all tongue and teeth, used to conceal the giggles of talk between the two as they carefully snuck into her private chambers. The loud snoring from somewhere else informed Henry that her husband was still nearby and that had only riled him up more. Sure he and Lottie La Bouff had conducted their passionate love affair predominantly under her husband’s nose but this felt more literal. He’d never been in their home when he was there, the risk too great. But now, after the night he’d had? He just wanted to collapse into her arms and spend long hours completely consumed by her. Of course she didn’t disappoint, finding much joy out of telling him what to do to her while still under the influence of whatever bewitched him. He hadn’t cared because by the end of the night he was tangled up in the arms of the woman he cared for, lazily kissing and whispering sweet poetic nothings in her ear. In a shocking twist he’d found himself so deeply devoted to a woman he couldn’t have.

He should have left the second dawn broke, should have snuck out her back garden and found his way back to his own home before anyone could see. That was the normal plan, but Henry didn’t move. He wondered if he’d still been under a spell when she told him to stay in bed with her but he knew it wasn’t so. He stayed because he wanted to. He wanted to be with her for as long as he could. So he’d fallen asleep there with his face pressed into a pillow smelling strongly of Lottie, his arms around her waist, smiling and content in a rare moment of blissful peace for the Charming. When she’d woken him suddenly late in the morning, he feared the worst. He feared that her husband found him there asleep and was coming back with a pistol to make an example of his wife’s young lover, he feared they’d been found out. Instead she woke him to dress and join her for breakfast before he was on his way. The home was empty, it was a rare opportunity to be domestic, in the way he dreamed they could be when her husband turned to dust and he could make her the Countess of Citrouille.

So he’d redressed himself and joined her at the table for coffee and croissants before he snuck home. He was ready to pull her onto his lap when she came close enough, to pull her in for endless kisses and light petting. That was until he heard the door open. Lottie had disappeared into the kitchen for some reason, leaving Henry alone to scoff at the latest Chattermore pamphlet which appeared at the door earlier. When he heard the click of a door he assumed it was his beloved returning from the kitchen with sweet kisses to spare her strapping lad, but it turned out to be a different door entirely — as well as a different Miss La Bouff. When she recognized him and called him out, he knew he was in trouble. He needed to think quickly, and luckily Henry was clever when he wanted to be. “Business,” he lied smoothly. “I had come to speak business with your father, but he appears to be out.” It wasn’t entirely a lie — the Charmings had business with many people, and it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that they would do business with the man of this household. It’s just that that wasn’t why he was there.

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Her brows immediately furrowed at his words, and Teddy quickly looked around the room. She did not know what she was looking for. Perhaps other people in the room. His friends. Was this some kind of joke? Was he waiting for her to come home to play some kind of cruel joke on her? She did not know, but she was nervous. Tense. But why would anyone allow him in her home, let alone the maids. Teddy had confided in one of the elderly kitchen maids about her woe’s with Henry and the other close minded and judgmental men of the Ton, so why would anyone ever allow him in here? His answer felt strange, and she did not understand why her father suddenly decided to make buisness deals with the rake in front of her. Regardless, she was going to make sure he knew he was not welcome here. “Then I suggest you take your leave. When my father leaves our home to conduct buisness, he can be out for hours.”

Passing by Lord Citrouille, Teddy went to the table to grab a warm scone and took a large bite before sitting down at the table, opposite Henry. There was a deep glare in her eyes. She was not going to feel uncomfortable in her home. He could do it however much he’d like out in public, as often as possible, but not here. Before she could say anything, her mother pushed through the kitchen door, a floor length robe covering her under garments, but it was still enough to have Teddy stand up and rush to her mother immediately. “Momma, we have a guest.” The last thing Teddy wanted was to hear Lord Citrouille comment about her mother when she saw him next. She did not put it past him to speak poorly of her mother. Call her horrible names and talk about her loose morals. Even if this was their home, her mother should know what she was wearing was not appropriate for a guest. “Just go back into your room, I will let you know when Lord Citrouille takes his leave. I’m sure it will be shortly, as he is clearly unwanted.”

#{wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark || dash interactions}#{henry charming || dash interactions}

ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘

The door of the Fitzherbert townhome closed gently and Teddy let out a soft huff. The night prior was still a mess of emotions and moments she could not fully recollect, or connect in a timeline of sorts. She remembered moments with those in attendance, but knowing what came first, second, third? It was harder than she imagined. The last time Teddy had felt anything remotely close to this was when she and August had snuck a bottle of her fathers brandy out of his office and drank the entire thing. She had been unable to keep anything in her stomach for days, and couldn’t remember how she returned to her bed that night. And whatever she had eaten or drunk the night prior, felt incredibly similar.

She had come to the Fitzherbert house to speak with August, to ask what had transpired the night before and if everything was okay between the two, only to be greeted by his mother who told her he had left on a spontaneous trip. So, she was out of options. Perhaps she could write him a letter?

Teddy was thinking of what to do next as she made her way back to her families townhome. Her head was clouded with thoughts and broken memories, that when she entered her home and saw a male figure seated at her at the table, she just assumed it was her father. But after looking again, her mouth dropped open and her eyes nearly fell out of her head when she registered just who it really was. “What are you doing here?”

@disenchantedhq

#{wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark || dash interactions}#{henry charming || dash interactions}

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕒 𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕧

Instead of heading home after attempting to contact August, Teddy decided perhaps it’d be best to contact a friend that she may be able to get some answers out of. And also check in on. Last time Teddy and Sonya had spoken, Sonya had not seemed overly thrilled at the idea of her future marriage to Finn Charming. To Teddy’s knowledge, that had not changed. Except after reading Lady Chattermore’s papers this morning, it seemed her friends had a rather public display of affection last night, and the blonde was curious what had changed.

It was how she came to be seated within Sonya’s drawing room, a cup of tea and a tray of pastries placed on the table between them. Teddy grabbed a foil covered chocolate and popped it in her mouth before she spoke. “It seems the ‘Ton had an extravagant night last night. I can not remember the last time the society papers were so long and had so much to report.” She took a sip of her tea before continuing. “I wasn’t planning on reading them, but momma had woken me up this morning by placing it on my face. She couldn’t wait to discuss all the gossip. But, to be honest, my recollection of the night is unreliable. How much of what Lady Chattermore wrote do you think is true?”

@sonyasudayev

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timetraveldean

#{i'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife || teddy le bouff}#{i could feel you sneaking in as if you were a mythical thing || visage}

My dear August,

I am unsure how to start this letter... or if it will even reach wherever you have disappeared to, but I will not forgive myself if I did not try. I visited your townhome today in hopes of discussing our feud from last night, if I can even call it that, but your mother informed me you have taken a trip. I am assuming it is a last minute trip, as you often try to inform me before leaving, and hope this was not caused by something I said or did.

Truth be told, last night’s event are a bit clouded for me. I can remember strong emotions and not much else, but after reading Lady Chattermore’s society papers this morning, I know whatever conversation we had must have upset you. And I am sorry, for whatever it is. I was enraptured in feelings I can not quite name myself, and can only suspect I was brash and ignorant to your own. But please know, I did not mean what I said. You are my best friend, and the thought of offending or hurting you in any way is causing me to feel sick.

While you are not currently in Auradon, I feel an uneasy tension between us. Never before have I felt this way when you left to travel, and I fear, if something were to happen on your travels, that this tension would be the last thing we’d feel towards one another. And I can not bear that thought. So please, accept my apology, and when you return from your travels, let us embrace and act as we always have.

So please, stay safe wherever you go, and please return whole and healthy.

Your best friend,

Teddy Le Bouff

p.s. I’ve asked your mother to inform me the moment you arrive back in town, so do not think you can ignore me once you are home. Even if you choose not to accept my apology, I will find you and say all of this again in person.

@augustfitzherbert

#{the more that you say the less I know || letters}#{august fitzherbert || letters}

𝔼𝕚𝕧𝕠𝕣 𝔹𝕛𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕞𝕒𝕟

The night had barely started and Eivor already wanted to go home. Sighing he snagged himself a glass of wine. Noting the pretty orange flowers garnishing the glass. the fae really did no how to decorate he’d given them that. It felt far more whimsical then most of the stuffy parties he’d been forced to attend. Spotting a familiar face he let a smile slipp on his lips. At least he would have someone he enjoyed speaking to. Making his way through the crowd he slid up next to the blonde. “Well Miss Teddy, don’t you look just dashing this evening.” there was a light teasing to his voice. But it still held all the friendly warmth that usually was there. “It quite a change to see you all dressed up.” was added just as light heartedly. @teddylebouff

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Teddy had, once again, lost sight of her beloved. The man’s name, she could at least reveal, was Hugh Gothel. Where Mr. Gothel had disappeared to? She was unsure. But when she heard her name and a warm compliment, the blonde could not help but hope for a moment it was coming from his lips. Turning around swiftly, causing the ringlet blonde curls that had escaped her updo earlier in the night caressing her bare neck, Teddy couldn’t help but frown slightly as her eyes laid on Mr. Eivor Bjorgman. “Hello, Eivor.” She greeted him, warm smile pushing onto her face, hoping he did not notice the way it felt at first. “I thank you in place of my mother. This was all her work, but I will be sure to let her know you said such kind things once I return home tonight.” Eyes scanning the room for a second, she spoke once they were back on her friend in front of her. “You look dashing yourself Eivor. I’m sure all the young ladies are conspiring against each other to receive your name on their dance card. Are you enjoying yourself?”

#{wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark || dash interactions}#{eivor bjorgman || dash interactions}#{the faerie bacchanal || event 02}

𝔸𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥

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Dashing and strong. Just like him.

August was thankful that Teddy couldn’t read his mind in that moment, because he was cursing the male’s name a thousand times over and it was incredibly unbecoming. Hugh rhymed with Ew. Did Teddy legitimately want to be married to someone whose name rhymed with the universal sound of disgust?

But August said nothing, simply stewing in his anger and surprise grief as he waited for his oldest and dearest friend to stop speaking.

He had always feared that this day would come, in the back of his mind. It hadn’t been too conscious of a thought, minus the day or two when he realized that his future travels with her were not guaranteed. If her future husband did not approve of August, August would not be in her life. It was sad, but it’s how things worked. And if her future husband was a Gothel? Yes, Mother Gothel had raised his own mother to be the finest woman that he knew, but would she have had the same drive to do so when trapped elsewhere for her crimes? Would those stolen (clearly) children not have resentment? He had felt it when seated next to George at the welcome gathering, and he was certain the other siblings felt the same.

With one glance, it would seem, his life was going to fall apart. And she didn’t even know his name.

“I can’t-this conversation. I cannot have this conversation right now,” he murmured, his fight or flight activating and choosing the safest of the two options. He needed to escape. From the girl, from the conversation, from the whole night.

“You know that I care for you, deeply, and that I will support you always, but I-” he stopped himself, her next words shifting the conversation in a more manageable direction. “He should be so lucky to marry you! One day, several years down the line. He has no title either. But there’s nothing to look past, because besides being an indicator of inevitable duties, titles mean nothing. Teddy, just… please put this out of your mind. At least for the night.”

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She could see it in his face, his eyes, that he did not want to be having this conversation. And that hurt, truly it did. All she wanted was for August to support her, to share in this happiness and excitement along with her.

Instead it felt like thunder clouds were rolling in. As if something were about to erupt. “We must have this conversation, August. There is no one else I want to speak to in this moment about it. When I realized what this feeling was, I knew I had to find you immediately to share it with you.” She reached out for his hands again, trying to grasp them to keep him in place. She even gave a tight squeeze as she spoke. “You are my best friend and I want to share this happiness with you. Is that not all we’ve ever wanted for each other? To be irrevocably happy?”

Year’s down the line, August had said. And Teddy tried her hardest not to laugh in his face. Instead, she let out a soft laugh under her breath and let her eyes roll slightly.

“August, my dear, we both know that I do not have years to wait. My mamma reminds me nightly how little time I do have to find a husband before I’m considered a spinster. I suspect, taking into account engagements of past couples, we shall be married by the end of July.” She gave a stern nod of her head, as if to set the idea in stone.

“Put it out of my mind? How do you suggest I do such a thing when the mere thought of him and us and our future is all I can think about at the moment? I shall never be able to do such a thing. I do believe he will consume my waking thoughts from this moment until I die. Perhaps my dreams as well.” She turned away from August to look back towards the Gothel that she knew in her heart she was to marry. “Will you be my best man? At the wedding? I know it’s not traditional for a lady to have a maid of honor, but we all know I’m not the traditional sort.”

#{wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark || dash interactions}#{august fitzherbert || dash interactions}#{the faerie bacchanal || event 02}

𝔸𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥

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August could only let himself be turned, trying to play along with whatever odd game Teddy had decided to play that evening. He had never seen her so carefree before, at least when it came to societal expectations. He had thought that she’d been unburdened when they were frolicking in the outdoors, relaxing in a field at sunset, reading together… but he had clearly been incorrect because there they were, his hand holding hers with nary a glove in sight, she excitably spinning him about to clearly gawk at a man, and that man…

No.

That man.

Hugh Gothel.

That man would certainly not be marrying Teddy if August had anything to say about it.

“The… eldest Gothel?” he narrowed his eyes, hurt apparent even though he tried to mask it. “Do you even know his name? Or anything about him beyond how he looks? Teddy, you cannot marry a man you just met!”

August really wasn’t trying to have the male’s shadow-born identity be a part of the equation - that wasn’t it at all. But the complicated family history… that was a little more difficult to navigate. There were so many men at the bacchanal that evening. Why did Teddy have to pick the only one that would undoubtedly get a rise about of him? Was it some sort of joke? A cruel prank just to see his reaction? Was it a test? Why did he feel like the room was suddenly much too small? The air much too thick?

“Teddy, this isn’t funny. Why-why are you doing this?”

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“I’m afraid I don’t. But I am sure it’s a lovely name. Dashing and strong, just like him.” Oh yes, she was confident his name was something simple yet honorable. Like Nathaniel, or Charles. A name she would most definitely read in those romance novels of her’s. A name fit for a love interest to a bold heroine. “Well of course not, August. We shall court first, as everyone does. But marriage is the natural progression. And you know my mother’s engagement lasted less than a month. I expect ours will be similar.”

She had not turned to look at her first as she spoke. Instead her attention remained solely on the man across the room, that had taken her breath from her lungs the moment she arrived. Perhaps if she looked at August, she would have seen the pain in his features. But alas, she was much too enraptured with another.

Her brows did furrow at his next words, and finally she turned to look at him. Confusion on her face. “Of course it isn’t. This isn’t a joke August, and I would hope as my best friend you would not treat it as such.”

Did he... did he think she was not good enough for the other man? Teddy’s low status amongst her peers had always been something that she was insecure about. Something she tried to push out of her mind, but also seemed to come back up. To be made aware by those around her, as if she did not know of it herself. As if she was not reminded of it at every event or outing she had.

“I know I have no formal title, but I’m hopeful he will be able to look past that.” She explained, convinced the reason August was acting this was was because he thought she would be rejected by the eldest Gothel.

#{wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark || dash interactions}#{august fitzherbert || dash interactions}#{the faerie bacchanal || event 02}

𝔼𝕒𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕔 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟

he thought her question over. she wasn’t entirely wrong, was she? he might not know exactly how one would go about training for sword swallowing… exactly, but he was certain there was something out there if anything there were other things, they could see how deeply they could take in. stopping the train of thought, he took another sip of his drink. “too true. but honestly, i am not entirely sure.” he admitted easily with a shrug.

he didn’t feel the least bit annoyed with the fact that she seemed to let out a sigh and fully give into the conversation. her question made eadric laugh, whole heartedly. “oh no, absolutely not.” his hands want up as if to swipe away the very thought. “there are plenty of things i have trained my entire life for when it comes to a sword. but swallowing one,” he paused for a moment to watch as the performer did just that. the sword shifting their throat in a frightening way.

“yes, not what i am looking to do with my life. i imagine it has to do with sharp objects near soft areas,” he continued without a doubt that he was speaking the truth. “i imagine i wouldn’t want to stab myself if things should go wrong. gruesome,” a nod was added along before he took another sip.

“what of you? any odd talents you have seen tonight that you believe you could do or more specifically, wish you could?”

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She let out a wistful sigh as he spoke of swords, of the things he had been trained to do with them. In another life she was not born a woman, but a man. One who could be trained in sword fighting and run off and have adventures. She would be a pirate, and sail the world, earning treasure and never have to think about what people make of her life or her choices.

When he asked a similar question of her, the blonde looked away from the performers and back towards Eadric. “I can safely say I too want those swords nowhere near be. Or the fire breathers.” Looking around the room to see if there was anything that looked exciting or intriguing, Teddy pointed out the women hanging from thick silks from the ceiling. “I think if I were to try anything it would be that. Ribbon performers have such grace, as well as control over their art. It’s incredible.” And as most of them performers were women, she knew that would also be the option least likely to cause other’s to raise their brows in judgement.

“I am confident I could not go up there right now and spin around with them, but if I were given the chance to learn, I would not run away from it.” As the performers began to conclude their acts, Teddy sipped her drink in her hand. “How was your night been, Sir? Aside from the intrigue of watching sword swallowers?”

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𝔸𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥

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Though around him August could feel chaos beginning to unfold, his calmness had not once waivered that evening.

He had taken the invitation at its word and dressed a little more loosely for the night - no cravat, no overcoat - and he was enjoying the freedom that a more relaxed environment brought with it. If there was one thing that he had learned in his travels thus far, it was that the balls that society insisted upon having, the formal structures put in place to keep them all in check, were not all they were made out to be. There was more to life than fancy clothes and polite conversation. The bacchanal was further proof of that. For one night, everyone was just… being as they were.

It was unusual, but it was welcome.

August was deeply engrossed in a conversation about the jungle with a pleasant enough fellow when he heard his name being called, the frantic yet excited energy behind it making the voice almost unfamiliar to him. But how could Teddy be unfamiliar to him? There was no one he knew better.

Offering a few words of apology to the man he’d been standing with, August excused himself to hear Teddy out, eyes flitting down to their interlocked hands as he worked to process what she had just confided.

“Come again?” he asked, disbelief evident. What she was saying simply was not possible. “What are you… what do you mean?”

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It did not even cross Teddy’s mind that she was holding August’s hands, and that the fact that neither were wearing gloves could be considered a scandal by those nearby. At some point during the night, the blonde wasn’t quite sure, she had discarded her gloves on a table or railing or someplace like that. These fae just seemed more free, much more open, and Teddy wanted to join in on that feeling.

And now she was feeling, all kinds of things. Looking around August’s much taller form for the man who was currently consuming her thoughts, she smiled brightly as she caught sight of him. “I mean exactly as I have said, August! He is the man I will marry, I know it.” Moving to turn August around, Teddy came to his side as she pointed out the man who she had only just laid eyes on. “Do you see him? Right there?” Her cheeks flushed as she took in his stature, his stoic face. Oh how she would like to be the one to make him smile.

Turning back towards August, Teddy was giddy with glee. “I have never felt this way before. He’s taken my breath away. Do you see his hair? It’s so perfectly tousled. As if he road a horse here instead of in a carriage. I wonder if he would like to visit the stables with me? I could show him Achilles. We could ride down by the lake, have a picnic... doesn’t it sound most romantic?” She was already envisioning their next four days out together. In fact, if he did not call upon her by tomorrow afternoon, she might do the most shocking thing and call upon him.

“He is most handsome. Those dark eyes and his strong jaw. My fingers are practically itching to draw his likeness, and we both know I hold no talent with watercolors or charcoal... but for him I will try my hardest.” She sighed, cheeks flushing as she swayed slightly from foot to food. “Do you think we would make a handsome pair? He and I?"

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𝔼𝕒𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕔 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟

The evening’s entertainment was nothing short of incredible. Eadric was certain he saw a fire breather. Or, maybe he had hoped it was a fire breather? No, he had only wanted a fire breather. They were bendy. Something like a contortionist. Perhaps? He found his mind slightly foggy after his third goblet of wine. At one point he was no longer noting the color within the chalice in his hand. Simply enjoying the flavor. Most gatherings were stuffy. Full of pomp and circumstance. A gathering like the Faeries seemed to have however, was anything but.

He was, honestly, enjoying himself. Even if he couldn’t seem to hold back his opinions that evening. He could perhaps blame the wine but, he also was known to be a bit blunt when he wished to be. All and all, people were behaving strangely. Still, he couldn’t really find himself caring about it.

Leaning towards the person near him on his left he laughed at one of the performers. “do you think they could swallow a sword, or would they choke in it?” he questioned so they could hear him. not really looking at them until after he took a drink from the goblet in his hand. Instinctively, he had been sticking with the orange petal. The flavor delicious.

“I think it would be amusing if they choked,” he offered with a light chuckle before turned his attention to whom he was directing his questions to. Seeing a younger Theodora Le Bouff, he offered a smile. “what do you think, Miss Le Bouff?” @teddylebouff

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Teddy had lost sight of the man of her dreams. The man who’s name she had found out was Hugh. She had been correct with her theory that he was apart of the Gothel family, and after attempting to get the man to dance with her, they had dispersed naturally. Really, because there were other people that stole him away from her. For quite a while she had kept her blue eyes on him from across the room, sadly, that was no longer the case.

So she had made her way around the room, done an entire turn and paused to strain her neck to hopefully catch sight of his tussled locked, when she heard someone speak up next to her. Turning to look at Mr. Eadric Pendragon, she smiled at him slightly in a form of greeting. Of course it took a whole thirty seconds before she registered the question he had posed. “Oh... welll...” she started, suddenly turning her attention to the performers to take in their act. “Ah, I would hope they could swallow a sword. After all, aren’t those the kinds of things these performers are known for?”

With her love nowhere in sight, Teddy let out a sigh and turned her attention fully to Eadric. She’d look for Hugh after this conversation was over, but right now it was rude to not give him her full attention.

And as he continued speaking, her brows rose in surprise. “I think it would be quite a feat if they could swallow a whole sword without choking, as I know I would never bring it close to my lips. But I also know if something dangerous were to happen, it was cause not just myself but the room a great fright.” Looking back at the performers, Teddy spoke. “Do you think you could attempt such a feat, Lord Pendragon?”

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𝔸𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥

Teddy’s cheeks were redder then they had ever been. She was out of breath, her skin was buzzing and her heart was beating faster then she had ever felt. It was like she had run all day throughout the park, until she could run no longer and had collapsed from exhaustion. That was how she felt, all because of a man. A man she had never laid eyes on prior to this evening. Had you told Teddy that she would find her true love tonight, she would have laughed at you from behind her hand. She would not have thought she’d leave the Bacchanal with tales of love to share with her mamma.

But it had happened. The unexpected. Didn’t they always say love seemed to happen when you least expect it? Perhaps they had been right. Oh she was giddy. She felt like skipping all around the room. Spinning in circles and giggling until her heart burst. And she wanted to share this feeling with someone else. So she look at those around her, for someone she knew, and almost took off in a sprint when she saw her most dear friend August.

“August!” She exclaimed once she had found her way in front of him, abruptly ending whatever conversation he had been having with whoever. “Oh my dear, August. The most incredible, unexpected, unfathomable thing has happened tonight!” Teddy took hold of his hands, squeezing them out of sheer joy. “I do believe I have found him. The man I am to marry! I do believe my mamma will cry tears of joy when I return home tonight. ” @augustfitzherbert

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ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝔾𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕝

Teddy had been lookin forwards to the Fairy Bacchanal since she had received the invitation. The blonde had never had a reason before to walk through the Fey Burrough, but now that she did she had wanted to explore every part she could. She had just stepped through the hall into the ballroom that was... etherial? Mystical? Otherworldly? All the words seemed to explain how she felt as she took in the sights. The fae that were about, wings free, hovering in the air or dangling from curtains. Showing the amount of skin that made Teddy blush for... the first time in her life.

She had diverted her attention from a rather promiscuous sight when a fae with a tray of goblets on it. Teddy grabbed the nearest one, with a pink flower petal garnish that matched her dress for the evening, and was quick to take a sip to try to cool herself down. Her blue eyes continued to take in the room as she drank, and she was found her gaze drawn to a man she had yet to speak with... Hugh Gothel, she believe he was? And why hadn’t she spoken to him prior? He was oh so handsome. His dark locks looked windswept and his eyes were dark and deep and made her oh so curious as to what she could find there. She found her legs taking her towards them, her cheeks turning red and her heart beating faster as she approached him.

“Hello Sir. I do not believe we’ve had the pleasure of being introduced. My name is Theodora Le Bouff.” She gave a small nod in greeting, before continuing, not even caring that she had referred to herself by her full name. Perhaps she wanted him to consider her a lady, as most other in this room would often disagree and say she resembled the men whose company she kept. “How are you enjoying the Bacchanal?” A hand encased in a lace glove came up to play with one of her blonde curls that had escaped the updo her mother had worked so hard on, suddenly nervous for his response.

Why was she acting this way?

@hughgothel

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𝔸𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥

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“Corona, yes. The jungle less so,” August teased in return, relieved to find an easy rapport with the girl even though they had not seen each other in some time. August was keenly aware of the fact that life continued when he was away, and with each new trip a small concern that had lodged itself in the back of his mind grew more and more - what if life moved too quickly when he was gone? What if he arrived one day and Teddy was betrothed, or even married, and things would be forced to change between the two of them? Would Teddy’s eventual husband accept such a close friendship between the pair? Would he accept that August had every intention of inviting Teddy on a trip once he had a better sense of things? There was nothing untoward to worry about, just genuine affection for old friends, but some may not see it as such. He feared the day he returned and was told that Teddy was no longer to be such a mainstay in his life.

But for the moment that wasn’t reality, and thus, with an easy smile, he launched into a monologue about his most recent excursion.

“No, I don’t think anyone would have cared what I wore in the jungle. Things are understandably different there. It’s quite warm, incredibly humid, and difficult to navigate. Perhaps until the very day of our departure I was entirely useless. I fear I was little help beyond my ability to climb trees. I was demoted from leading us through the area on my elected day after we ran into too many spiderwebs and a viper that looked so like a bush that I am certain I would have walked us right into its trap. Though we were certainly aided by the Porter-Greystoke family, in truth, I find that I am not in a rush to return to that particular location…”

Though he had been given the opportunity to ramble on and on, he had not forgotten the offer he had so recently made. As he drifted off, he offered out his hand. She could try and evade things all she wanted, but when she returned home and her mother asked her if she had been asked to dance by any fine, eligible gentlemen, he wanted Teddy to be able to give an honest yes.

Plus, she had always been his favorite partner. Even if she didn’t always move as quickly or sharply as those nearby.

“Why not all?” he asked, glancing down at his outstretched hand before looking up at her. The message was clear. “One dance and then I will give you the satisfaction of decimating me at whichever card game you select. If we’re stealing tonight, we might as well combine the two activities and do the game in the garden with the tarts.”

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Teddy’s eyes widened at his words. She had not been aware he had gone traipsing through the jungle. Had anyone asked her, she would’ve suspect perhaps he was climbing mount olympus, or sailing to neverland, but the jungle was just as exciting. “The jungle? What did you see? Panthers? Gorillas? Elephants? Oh how I wish I could accompany you. I know I would be the best companion.” Her mother would never allow it though, and neither would society. An unmarried duo out on adventures? It would be too scandalous, and would no doubt ruin her mother. Another reason Teddy would never expect to leave Auradon City.

She listened attentively as August recounted his tales of the jungle. Gasping when he mentioned a viper that she was sure would make a meal out of August if it had gotten the chance. “How fortunate you were to have had them as your guides. I do not know how I would have reacted to finding out through a letter that my best friend had been swallowed whole by a snake.” Of course she was trying to make light of the situation. If she let herself acknowledge just how serious it could have been, well the night would turn solemn for sure.

As August brought his hand up to silently ask her to join him on the dance floor, the blonde sighed. She looked at him, slight frustration overtaking her features, and ultimately giving in. Only because she knew she could not say no to him. “One day, we shall attend a party and never once set food on the dance floor. I swear it.” Allowing him to lead her out towards the dance floor, the blonde tried her hardest not to allow herself to take in the faces of those around them. She would not let judgement take hold of her. She was already so uncomfortable dancing, stiff as a board, it would not help if she looked at the other women dancing on the floor.

“And how many times have you made your way out here tonight?” She asked, as the music started up and two began to dance. She tried her hardest not to step on his foot. So far, she had just lightly tapped his toe. “I’m sure every lady is hoping to dance with Lord Fitzherbert now that he has stepped down in Auradon. Was there anyone to see you off the ship at the port when you arrived?” Again, the smile on her face was there to let him know she was merely playing.

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