@PescaPie @junoesque_jade “I think Jadean is wholly capable of avoiding getting shot,”
[ She chides, but thinks on it. ]
I’ll have Aleck do something about it, he knows everyone everywhere.
[ Petrichor wants to go the fuck home. But that isn’t possible, so she is playing wallflower, swirling her glass of white wine in one hand and watching the festivities with a sour expression. She so despises this whole… being presented to society nonsense. ]
@junoesque_jade *Pesca had gone up to his room to avoid the party, the garden didn’t feel as quiet anymore. Maybe he should ask Petrichor about it?*
// @ihavenvtlearned
@PescaPie @junoesque_jade [ Petrichor is, of course, aware of the severity of the situation and drags Pesca /away/ before he causes the viscount’s arrest. Once they are a sufficient distance away, she sits Pesca down like a misbehaving child. ]
You just have to trust he knows what he’s doing.
@junoesque_jade All these worthless titles, I always forget anyone pays them heed… There is little advice I can give that would mold well with our… gentle societal expectations.
@junoesque_jade [ Thoroughly agitated now, she calms herself enough to roll her eyes at him when he drags her back into the ridiculous dance. ]
What was your reaction when he himself told you?
@junoesque_jade [ Abruptly pulling herself out of their dance, she turns and grabs Jade by the shoulders. ]
/He already told you?/ No, he meant it. He–
[ S i g h. She pinches the bridge of her nose. ]
Why… men refuse to show any semblance of competence, why?
@junoesque_jade [ She twirls herself closer to him, her back pressed to his chest so she can whisper the answer to him. ]
/You/ are the apple of his eye, Mister Silverstones.