𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷.

. . . #HistoricalRP #MatureThemes . . .

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

————𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷 𝐴𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝑌

⁂I’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ I ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ. Wʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ I ʙᴇ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?⁂

𝐿𝐴𝐷𝑌 𝑂𝐹 𝐿𝐸𝐼𝑆𝑈𝑅𝐸————

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@Kit__HP gentle pat to the top of his head before retiring to her rooms to prepare for the evening.

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

“I need you to chaperone me tonight. At the opera. My friend as well.”

Words were short, simple as she stood before her brother, arms folded behind her back.

@Kit__HP

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@Kit__HP The silence had been near unbearable, but when he spoke Astrid let out a breath she had been holding. Shoulders relaxed then with a nod.

“One I know you enjoy. Wear the wine colored waistcoat tonight. The one I got you for Christmas.”

She stalked past him then, giving a-

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@Kit__HP “I do so!”

She huffed with a series of blinks. She had half the mind to rip that newspaper from his hands. She held back though, her shoulders tensing with an irritation only Kit could give.

“Penelope Deshmukh. She’s older brothers. Unmarried. Of good fortune.”

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@PenelopeD_HP The opera with me!

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@FelixSpencer_HP brother’s scolding.”

She looked to him, her glare cold with a raise of her brow.

“Dip your hand too low on my waist and I’ll be sure you have no fingers left.”

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

A drink. She needed a drink. Where the bloody hell were the trays? A huff escaped Astrid as she made her way through the crowd, her patience slowly dwindling with each careless, drunken bump from a guest. Looking over her shoulder for her brother, she hadn’t even noticed the

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@FelixSpencer_HP Astrid had little patience for her brother’s words tonight. A guttural, annoyed growl escaped her as she stopped her squirming, her expression masking indifference with a raise of her chin.

“Fine– but I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it so I don’t have to hear my-

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@Kit__HP Chewing slowed as the fork halfway to Astrid’s mouth froze. Brows furrowed, a look of distaste quickly growing.

“What? Why ?”

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@FelixSpencer_HP @KingHattie_HP Her jaw dropped, complete offense written on every inch of her features as she dug her heels into the ground, pushing at him to release her. It wasn’t much for him to pull her along as she fought.

“I most certainly will— 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ! Let me go this instant!”

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

the golden blond hair of the male, his very face causing her lips to fall to a frown. @FelixSpencer_HP

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

figure she was heading right for. She hadn’t even the time to move out of their way before she slammed right into them, a quiet 𝑜𝑜𝑓 escaping her.

“Oh— oh I did not see you there, I am so sorr— oh. It’s you.”

Niceties were quick to dissolve the moment her eyes fell upon-

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

“You’re lucky I am so inclined to compliments. I think I shall keep you around a while longer.”

A quick wink was given as she plucked that glass from his hand.

[𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐬 @AIistair_HP]

“I mean to make you feel like the shining diamond that you are, do not write me off with such ease, I beg of you.”

That smile widened, one of those drinks being offered up.

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

It was hard— very hard to try and hide that smile that crept upon her lips. She gave a simple, halfhearted roll of her eyes before having off his words.

“Hush, you. You only mean to make me blush. I won’t have it.”

[𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐬 @AIistair_HP]

“Me? You! Give me a twirl, darling, show it off.”

Arms were held out wide, drinks in both as he looked her over with a wide smile.

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

You—

[𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐬 @AIistair_HP]

G a s p.

“ A S T R I D.”

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

“How long are we to be here?”

Astrid grumbled from behind her glass, a sideways glance shot to her brother.

@Kit__HP

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

@Emma__HP She held hers up beside Emma’s so they could compare. Looking over the list of names, Astrid gave a scoff.

“Conrad Seymour? I’d be careful of that one. Certifiable rake. He’ll have you in the broom closet before the quadrille is done playing.

[𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷. @Astrid__HP]

“Should we compare dance cards?”

There was almost a tone of boredom as she stood beside a newfound friend. It had been at least a month now with Lady Abraham’s acquaintanceship on her list after a dinner party at the Pontmercy’s home.

@Emma__HP