Re: shiloh & harlow ; on the patio
Not to be at odds so soon, but Harlow thought the party house was a grand old house indeed, and just because of the impecunious imbroglio that she found herself in these days. She'd been in greater houses than this, but that was so long ago that the recollection was distorted, drowning in the swell of years all in between then and now. The coastal, forgotten limbs of her family tree were kept cloistered away in crumbling, outer bank estates. Those had all been such fond memories until they weren't. And now? Anything bigger than her little cramped bedroom in the attic seemed positively palatial by comparison. But, soft! What cheekbones through yonder doorway break?
Harlow was sitting on the patio's rail now, but hopped down, utterly winsome, and with more grace than was usually sported by mankind. "Oh, Shiloh! You came!" Dizzy with relief, she flung herself at him once he'd righted out of a post-bow stance. It would be up to him to keep the drinks steady, for she had no thought of their safety in this moment.
"I knew you would." Up close, her eyelids were painted with little angel wings.