Mag Paget, Shotgun Knight (clippedwing) wrote in emillion, |
Mag picked up the cane propped up against the wall and turned to look at Lav. She touched two fingers to the brim of her top hat, a smile on her face, and cleared her throat. “Well, then, my dear Lord fon Amell, what do you think?” Her voice was a touch lower than usual. She made a show of withdrawing the silver watch from her pocket. “I do believe it’s about time to go, is it not?” There was a look of amusement from the man in question, who gave her a once over. She did look the part. Her face was too beautiful to ever be considered manly, but an effeminate man, sure. This was probably — no, surely — going to be the highlight of his evening, considering what he knew was coming next. He tried not to shudder. “With your leave, Lord Paget,” he returned, lips quirking into a smile. At least she wouldn’t blind him with her crossdressing as Kiernan undoubtedly would. Small favors. She offered her arm to him and off they went. Even with the coat she’d donned on top of her costume, the cold was insidious. However, gentlemen did not hunch their shoulders, and so Mag walked with her back perfectly straight, every step confident. Her free hand came up to keep the hat in place whenever the wind threatened to blow it away. They arrived at the Duckling without incident; from the sound of it, the party was already underway. Mag took off her coat and handed it to Lav, with a muttered curse in Ordalian as the wind tried to steal her hat once more. “Allow me,” she said, and pushed open the door to the tavern. Her coat was folded over his arm, and with a smile, he stepped through. “Ladies first?” he joked, submerging himself in the inside warmth. “We still have time to go back and get you all dolled up if you’ve changed your mind,” Mag laughed, her noble companion doing the same. “I think I’ll pass,” he offered instead. The door closed behind them; it was time to see the results of Ari and Lea’s work. |