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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon (lord_hurst) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-08 21:41:00

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Lord Hurst: A Ball In His Honour
Item: An invitation sent out by Lord Hurst to many of those in the upper portion of society
Who: Lord Hurst on behalf of Sergius Petrov
Warnings: TBA
Open to: All of the nobility, friends of the Hurst family, those being blackmailed by Sergius, plus Constance, Slater, and Harry.

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handofmidas
2008-08-10 05:17 am UTC (link)

Théodore had not actually been invited to this particuluar social event- in France, years ago, he and his family would socialise with there peers in the palace, but here, in England, without his father's reputation of Chief of Police and without his inheritance, Théodore Berteaut was a nobody.

Here, tonight, his only redeeming quality, his only reason for darking this grand (by English standards) door, was his sister, and her asylum at the country estate of Lord Blake and his family. Still, it got him out of the house, and Thérèse needed an escort, a chaperone. Her brother was the only suitable man in this damp country, and so he had volunteered his services.

The coach they rode in pulled up on the gravel drive of the miniature country house, nestled in its own private gardens off of an elite, and therefore quiet street. "Do you know who will be there?" He asked her, as the door was opened by the footman, "Anyone I may have met before?"

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laduchesse
2008-08-10 08:34 am UTC (link)

Thérèse felt almost peculiar, in a sense. Not in the sense of going to a party, she was more than used to those, loved the things, and she was more than looking forward to sampling how the English threw theirs, but in the sense of being out with her dear brother. She felt like she was remeeting him all over again, getting to know him. She had, after all, only real memories of before the age of eight, running around the grounds with him, climbing trees, reading books in the library. Maman had died, and she'd been torn from all she knew.

It was nice to have it back, in a sense. It was nice to have a shred of her family back. "Hm?" She turned to him from where she'd been watching out of the carriage window, adjusting her gloves on her hands, giving her skirt a quick smooth down. She was wearing one of her finest dresses, and she was rather pleased to be dressed so finely again. It was the first time since Julien's death that she'd done so. "Oh, I imagine there will be many people. So many of us have escaped over here and settled among the English, made friends. No doubt you'll find someone you recognise. If there is no one else, I know my dear Ange won't miss an opportunity to have a party." She smiled as she stepped down from the carriage as helped by the footman, readjusting her necklace around her neck. "Anyway. Even if there is no one, there is always me, my dear."

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handofmidas
2008-08-11 05:17 pm UTC (link)

"Ange?" He asked, offering her his hand for the last step from the coach, not as familiar as he should have been with the name. It was familiar, to be certain, but he could not place it, nor it's owner. Even in Versailles he had been bad with names, especially those who were not in his usual social groups, and especially those young people whom his sister associated with in her own youth. He was far more familiar with the sophists of Greece who had been dead thirty lifetimes than his peers and class-mates.

"I suppose I should be staying close by to you whether I recognise old friends or not. I am meant to be escorting you, Thérèse. I am not a guest in my own right. And I might not even be recognised by those I recognise. I am sure they have more than enough on their minds."

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laduchesse
2008-08-11 05:46 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, Théo." She sighed, looping her arm through his as they prepared to make their way up to the entrance. "You have just as much right to be here as I. You're allowed to socalise. And don't be silly, of course they'll recognise you, darling. You shouldn't let yourself worry. Have confidence, love, and happiness will follow!" She gave him an encouraging smile, straightening his waistcoat for him.

"Angelique, actually, you may not remember her. She was only a tiny thing when you were last at court. She's young, but she's fun, we had many good times at the Petit Trianon. I'm sure you may recognise her on sight, she's such a sweet thing."

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handofmidas
2008-08-12 02:40 pm UTC (link)

"Whether I have the right by birth to be here or not, you are a named and invited guest." He told her, with a faint smile, "Who is sneaking in a... a tradesmen!" His grin widened. "And if they recognise me or not, it's no matter. The more important question is will they want to recognise me? After all, I did not fall on my feet." He sighed though, as she tugged at his clothes, rolling his eyes, "Why are you doing that?"

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laduchesse
2008-08-15 07:53 am UTC (link)

"Sneaking in a tradesman, I say!" She giggled quietly, still fussing with his coat for a moment, a little preoccupied before she looked back up at him. Then, she reached up to move his hair a little, tilting her hair as she flicked it this way and that. Once she was satisfied, she turned back to face the proper direction and continued walking.

"I'm doing that because I'm making sure you look your best. You look wonderfully fine, of course, but even perfection can be perfected. As for falling onto your feet... Théo, did I? I've lost everything. It's not what you have behind you now, it's who you are."

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