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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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only_daughter
2008-08-12 07:40 am UTC (link)

Patience curtsied, smiling just a little, but she felt she could afford to be hospitable to a man with a title such as that one.
“And you choose to come to a party straight away? Why, it appears it is true what they say about French aristocracy – that their very life blood is in excess and pleasure. I’m not sure you will find England so inclined. My dear cousin Angélique made her voyage rather a month ago now and has not yet recovered from the bore of it all.” Patience said, hoping that her good humour was evident.

“You should introduce yourself to my father. He was around here a moment ago, and there are any number of your countrymen here tonight.”

His title, and the distinctive French name, explained so much about his appearance.

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merekaubert
2008-08-12 07:49 am UTC (link)

"I wouldn't know of my countrymen, I'm afraid," he began, and it was slow, leisurely, "But I happen to be a great fan of excess and pleasure." Just a bit lewd, perhaps? Certainly not in polite company! "...Among other things." An after thought, added for good measure.

His hand had been all but ignored, and found a place crossed at his back, as he swifty surveyed the room above her head. The last thing he needed was foppish Frenchmen and their gossiping wives.

"Yes, yes, your father, Lord Hurst, no doubt a wonderful man, I shall look forward to making his acquaintance ..." Trailing off, distracted, though only for a moment.

"But you, my dear lady, should not presume a man's loyalty to one nation."

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	only_daughter 2008-08-12 08:08 am UTC (link)
	"I'm sure you and my cousin would grown to be great friends, sir. She shares your views almost down to the last word." Patience said. Now she knew that he was titled she began to notice he was a rather attractive man. She looked up at him, surprised. "And what would you mean by that, sir?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

merekaubert
2008-08-12 08:18 am UTC (link)

"I am afraid it is not your cousin, Lady Hurst, that currently holds my interest."

A step forward, and he was bending down again, closer to her face, though perhaps not as forward as he had been before.

"Do I appear as a Frenchman upon first glance?" He offered just the hint of a flirtacious smile, eyes lowering in a mock-modest expression. Now, his voice was all but a whisper. "Or are the ladies of England set against a man of warm blood?"

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	only_daughter 2008-08-12 08:37 am UTC (link)
	This was a turn up for the books. Suddenly, over night it seemed, she'd blossomed into the most eligible young lady in London society. "No, you do not, sir. Your title gave you away." She raised an eyebrow. "Warm blood? Is that what you wish to call it? Not set against, no, but set again those whose social standing is not equally or more so than our own." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

merekaubert
2008-08-12 08:51 am UTC (link)

"Practical, very practical." Nodding his approval, though this was more feigned for her sake than actual agreement. Honestly, he didn't concern himself much with title of status. A flaw of his character, perhaps.

"And yes, warm blood, would you prefer I call it something else?" Cocking his head to the side, irritaby sweeping a hand through his hair -- he really should've tied it back for such an occasion.

Freshly arrived to England, and already he'd found himself an interesting creature to pass the time with.

Delightful.

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	only_daughter 2008-08-12 09:19 am UTC (link)
	"English girls would be loath to be anything but practical." Patience said, smiling. "No, warm blood is a very agreeable term." She glanced again around the ballroom, at the other guests, wondering what they must think of her and the strange man. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

merekaubert
2008-08-12 12:15 pm UTC (link)

"Tsk, tsk." Softly, under breath, and with just a hint of playful malice. "What do we care what the dull masses think?" A raised brow, as point of this, and he had most decidedly noticed her curious glance about the room.

Forward, brazen, yes, but the curl of his finger was under his chin, not much caring if he was rebuffed, and attempting to turn the delicate visage towards him once again. "Let them be. They'll die as simply, and as vapidly as they were born."

His turn to glance about, though this time looking for any exit to the gardens. "Would the lady care to delve into the exotic aroma of India?" And before any miscommunication could be made, he carefully patted the small silk bag nestled in his waist coat pocket, filled with a strange mixture of darjeeling, cloves, and recently-imported American tobacco.

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only_daughter
2008-08-12 12:56 pm UTC (link)

Patience was utterly shocked by the man, his rudeness and the way he talked to her - as if she was a co-conspirator or joined him in his thoughts. No man had ever made her so angry in her life. Not her father, not her brothers. No one spoke to her like that.
"Those dull masses, Monsieur, are my friends and family," She said coldly. "And I would prefer it if you didn't talk about them as if you're some how above them."

Patience raised an eyebrow. She knew she shouldn't follow him, and that the moment she left the room her 'friends' would be gossiping about her having left with the strange new man but she wanted to know what he had.
"I think I will, yes."

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merekaubert
2008-08-12 01:02 pm UTC (link)

"As you like." Another bow - it was becoming a habit, it seemed - though it was neither formal nor stiff. Her rebuff was charming, endearing, almost, and Merek felt like a man both protective of youth, and enamoured by the possible corruption of it.

But the deal was struck, and it was an effort to hide the grin.

"Lead the way, if you would, my lady. After all, this is your home. And whom would dare to lead before you?"

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	only_daughter 2008-08-12 03:00 pm UTC (link)
	Patience led him out, passed the guests to the large bay windows which were open, leading out in the garden and the slight chill of the night air. She watched him closely, mindful that she was still close enough to the party that if she screamed for any reason she could be heard. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

merekaubert
2008-08-13 02:11 am UTC (link)

It had occured to Merek, whilst following his young companion out into the gardens, that perhaps it would've been best had he more fully realized the teachings of his father. Aristocracy was amusing, if not useful at times, but it seemed all to easy a thing to forget, having never been a concern. These English nobles, however, seemed all the more determined than even the French he so faintly remembered, in maintaining an air of superior civility, whether feigned or genuine.

What with the Aubert's being new to the country, it seemed he'd struck folly in his casual demeanor, much as he'd offended the companions of his Father's. At the very least, it was something to consider, if not for another evening.

Once they stood outside, however, these thoughts were forcefully banished, sent to the recesses of memory, available for future reference, but pertaining little to his current interesting.

He fished in his pocket for a brief moment, retrieving the small silk bag, and rolling the contents in a fine paper. The sharp smoke of a lit match, and he was carefully setting flame to the tip, exhaling half a breath of smoke, before offering it to her. Seemed only polite.

"Take it gently; I daresay it is quite the shock for the unfamiliar."

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only_daughter
2008-08-13 08:06 am UTC (link)

Patience shook her head, waving away his offer with her hand.

"No, thank you. I don't smoke. It isn't something a proper lady should do." She said, watching him. The tobacco he used smelled very unlike anything her father had ever used in his pipe. Her father's latest project - the French boy - she had seen him outside when he thought no-one could see him, smoking the same things as this man but the tobacco then had no been anywhere near so heady.

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