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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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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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