Tea For Two {Amazonite/Nero}
Oct 2, 2014 4:58:12 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Oct 2, 2014 4:58:12 GMT -5
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A T H E N S
{ it's just you
and i tonight ;
and i tonight ;
"No," she said after a moment, shaking her head vehemently at the mirror. Nimble fingers reached up to attack the pins that were so cruelly stuck into her head as if she were a voodoo doll and her 'mother' had snorted too much crack. "There is no way in the nine hells that I am wearing this horrid thing." The item she was referencing was the accept piece on top of her head, sometimes known as a hat or more commonly as the ugliest goddamn thing I have ever seen.'
Her mother's protests fell on muted ears as she all but ripped her hair out in an effort to remove the hat. She didn't know why she needed to wear it, just because they were hosting a stupid tea party for the engagement it did not mean that she had to be completely miserable. She was already wearing an eggshell blue form fitting dress with a textured crop coat over it that was more fitting for an elderly old lady. She didn't need the horrid hat as well. She would agree to the silly white gloves but the hat was pushing it.
"But it's a garden party dear, you must wear a hat," her mother whined, sounding like an out of tune instrument that someone had made out of the intestines of a cat that had been killed in a hit and run. "It's expected that you will be," her mother added, a whole new note added to her repertoire.
Her fingers stilled over the pins and she struggled with the knowledge that she wanted to keep up appearances at least. Even if she hated Nero Grimm's guts she had to at least pretend that she was a simpering twit in love with the silly little wind-up boy. Angrily, she dropped her hands into her lap with a quiet slap and let her mother redo the damage she had just done. Despite the horrible outfit, she was rather pleased with her make-up today. She was very much the type to say that she did not care about such small things as make-up, she had bigger things to focus on after all but truthfully in the end, every young lady enjoys feeling pretty. The quiet tones of blush highlighting her cheekbones and the mascara that she had applied helped her feel that way.
She just didn't want Nero Grimm thinking that she had put effort into her appearance for him. It's not like she cared what he thought of her appearance. She knew already that she was not the most attractive of girls to be married to. In the orphanage that she had lived in before she was adopted by the stores and had her name switched out for a stupid rock, many people had stayed away from her, calling her 'frog face' and the like.
She wasn't pretty. the hat made her feel even less so.
The things she put herself through for revenge were sometimes so trying, not even a masochist would put themselves through what she did. "Remember Amazonite, you must hold your temper in check today, dear," her mother purred into her ear, giving the top of the hat one last pat before stepping away from the mirror.
She didn't even bother responding to such an obvious and stupid statement. She had done so, so far, hadn't she? Just because she had a short temper around the house it did not mean that she was stupid enough to throw away years of careful planning just to get in one rude comment edgewise.
However, she was certain that she wanted to personally throttle whoever came up with the idea of garden parties in high society in the first place. In fact, whoever had decided that engaged couples needed to be seen in public together weekly at various events needed a knife in their spine. Amazonite was not crafted for these social events. She was made for ordering hits and plotting the imminent demise of her various enemies. Playing dress-up like this was off putting and childish and the way the blue dress hugged her figure was sort of exciting but that didn't mean she wanted to be wearing it.
With a quiet sigh, she exited the powder room, heading downstairs to where the garden party was being set up on the Shore grounds, an event to mirror the extravagant ball that the Grimm family had thrown.
The white pearls that were looped around her neck bumped against her collarbones as she walked out into the sunlight and she did not have to walk far before someone was already pressing a flute of champagne into her hand.
How utterly horrible.
Her mother's protests fell on muted ears as she all but ripped her hair out in an effort to remove the hat. She didn't know why she needed to wear it, just because they were hosting a stupid tea party for the engagement it did not mean that she had to be completely miserable. She was already wearing an eggshell blue form fitting dress with a textured crop coat over it that was more fitting for an elderly old lady. She didn't need the horrid hat as well. She would agree to the silly white gloves but the hat was pushing it.
"But it's a garden party dear, you must wear a hat," her mother whined, sounding like an out of tune instrument that someone had made out of the intestines of a cat that had been killed in a hit and run. "It's expected that you will be," her mother added, a whole new note added to her repertoire.
Her fingers stilled over the pins and she struggled with the knowledge that she wanted to keep up appearances at least. Even if she hated Nero Grimm's guts she had to at least pretend that she was a simpering twit in love with the silly little wind-up boy. Angrily, she dropped her hands into her lap with a quiet slap and let her mother redo the damage she had just done. Despite the horrible outfit, she was rather pleased with her make-up today. She was very much the type to say that she did not care about such small things as make-up, she had bigger things to focus on after all but truthfully in the end, every young lady enjoys feeling pretty. The quiet tones of blush highlighting her cheekbones and the mascara that she had applied helped her feel that way.
She just didn't want Nero Grimm thinking that she had put effort into her appearance for him. It's not like she cared what he thought of her appearance. She knew already that she was not the most attractive of girls to be married to. In the orphanage that she had lived in before she was adopted by the stores and had her name switched out for a stupid rock, many people had stayed away from her, calling her 'frog face' and the like.
She wasn't pretty. the hat made her feel even less so.
The things she put herself through for revenge were sometimes so trying, not even a masochist would put themselves through what she did. "Remember Amazonite, you must hold your temper in check today, dear," her mother purred into her ear, giving the top of the hat one last pat before stepping away from the mirror.
She didn't even bother responding to such an obvious and stupid statement. She had done so, so far, hadn't she? Just because she had a short temper around the house it did not mean that she was stupid enough to throw away years of careful planning just to get in one rude comment edgewise.
However, she was certain that she wanted to personally throttle whoever came up with the idea of garden parties in high society in the first place. In fact, whoever had decided that engaged couples needed to be seen in public together weekly at various events needed a knife in their spine. Amazonite was not crafted for these social events. She was made for ordering hits and plotting the imminent demise of her various enemies. Playing dress-up like this was off putting and childish and the way the blue dress hugged her figure was sort of exciting but that didn't mean she wanted to be wearing it.
With a quiet sigh, she exited the powder room, heading downstairs to where the garden party was being set up on the Shore grounds, an event to mirror the extravagant ball that the Grimm family had thrown.
The white pearls that were looped around her neck bumped against her collarbones as she walked out into the sunlight and she did not have to walk far before someone was already pressing a flute of champagne into her hand.
How utterly horrible.
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