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Léon Belmont (ex_the_ambas216) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-03-28 07:54:00

Entry tags:

ambassadors_ball, leon_belmont

An Invitation to the French Ambassador's Ball
Subject: The Ambassadors Ball
Where: The French Embassy
Who: Léon Belmont, the French Ambassador to the English court
Warnings: none as yet
Open to: All (all players may attend either as invited guests of the ambassador, as servants or guests of those invited, as staff, or as gate-crashers.)

The ballroom of the Embassy was already growing busy, and when Citizen Belmont paused for a moment besides one of the large windows, he could see yet more carriages pulling up outside, wreathed in the mist blowing in from the river.

The quartet had been playing now for a good half an hour, new French tunes as well as those the English favoured. His staff was busy handing out good French wine, and then refilling those glasses when they were drained.

It was going to be a good evening, and not only in the eyes of the party-goers. With some of England’s most prominent aristos on the guest list, and some than some newly arrived French nationals, tonight would be a night of information gathering, of sizing up the opposition, and perhaps even ensuring some of those French escapees were returned to face justice.

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lord_eward
2008-04-25 12:58 pm UTC (link)

"If I did, do you think I would tell you about it?" he joked, nudging him with his arm in a manly sort of manner. It was true. He would not tell a soul if he was suddenly into... that. Thankfully his desires still lay in the female form.

"I do! Hidden, deep down, below in my guts somewhere. And before you say it yes, I do have guts." He took a deep breath as if he were still upset about the whole charade of not being Fisher's favourite, shaking his head. "I suppose I shall console myself in the fact that I amuse you, even though it should truly be the other way around. It is what I pay you for, you know. If I find you are using me for your jollies I shall start charging." With a flash of a grin Eward again nudged him in the arm. It was an odd relationship. Though Harry was significantly less than him in the social classes, Eward felt a bond with him. It was almost as if they were brothers, but that was strange in itself as Eward had never even been this close to his siblings when they were alive.

"Be good, then, sir, and I shall bid you adieu. Oh, and by the way - I wasn't joking about that ten minutes."

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social_climber
2008-04-25 01:09 pm UTC (link)

"I don't know- even if you didn't I would hear about it soon enough. Don't think that someone isn't paying me to keep an eye on you." He smirked, although he didn't enjoy being nudged as much as Eward thought he should.

"I know you have guts." Harry responded with his own nudge in the other's stomach. "Do you think I can't hear them when they rumble?" He teased, "But don't worry, Eward, I would tell you if you needed to charge me. All if fair in business, after all." He said with a small smile. "But I do not mother the boy. I just look after my best workers. And many of them need it, after half an hour with you."

"Very well. I shall keep my eye on the time. But I won't be sympathetic if you get mauled by one of those tit-bit fed monsters. I doubt the Ambassador simply keeps them for decoration." He says, giving a mockingly theatrical bow. "Til later, my lord."

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