: Regency AU :
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gremlinhaus[ Essek Thelyss was used to being primped and petted.
He was a Lord and the Heir, but not an ideal one, after all Dynasty protocol favored women over men and always had. He had no real power and he would never have minded too terribly much if not for the fact that he was ultimately treated like a pawn by the Duchess Thelyss-- and with Essek desiring his studies more than society, he knew how to play the game albeit that he did not enjoy it and wished for the moments where he was left to his own devices.
There was a betrothal being brooked between himself and Lord Tasithar, handled by his mother.
It was not one that he particularly desired, but he had little say in the matter-- he merely had to be seen allowing the Lord to woo him, whereas the idea of it appeared distasteful to him. But as he stood there underneath the glimmering lights of the ballroom, holding his mask to his face, he found that there was a strange hollowness to this evening.
All of these people, they all meant very little to him.
Not that he did not have his share of dance partners, he would dance with them. But this was not something that he was well versed in, he did not enjoy the frivolous empty flirtations that was expected of him; cool politeness was the only thing that he could give and even that was as sparse as snow in the marquesian desert. And so he stood there in the corner, waiting for those to sign his dance card and ultimately realizing that he was nothing more than chattel for them.
He raised a glass of wine to his lips, and then ducked behind a potted plant once he saw Adeen approach. ]
He was a Lord and the Heir, but not an ideal one, after all Dynasty protocol favored women over men and always had. He had no real power and he would never have minded too terribly much if not for the fact that he was ultimately treated like a pawn by the Duchess Thelyss-- and with Essek desiring his studies more than society, he knew how to play the game albeit that he did not enjoy it and wished for the moments where he was left to his own devices.
There was a betrothal being brooked between himself and Lord Tasithar, handled by his mother.
It was not one that he particularly desired, but he had little say in the matter-- he merely had to be seen allowing the Lord to woo him, whereas the idea of it appeared distasteful to him. But as he stood there underneath the glimmering lights of the ballroom, holding his mask to his face, he found that there was a strange hollowness to this evening.
All of these people, they all meant very little to him.
Not that he did not have his share of dance partners, he would dance with them. But this was not something that he was well versed in, he did not enjoy the frivolous empty flirtations that was expected of him; cool politeness was the only thing that he could give and even that was as sparse as snow in the marquesian desert. And so he stood there in the corner, waiting for those to sign his dance card and ultimately realizing that he was nothing more than chattel for them.
He raised a glass of wine to his lips, and then ducked behind a potted plant once he saw Adeen approach. ]
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Date: 2024-10-14 12:26 pm (UTC)There were so many things that went through his head. Perhaps the possibility that once he was married, he then could have the freedom to take a lover; but.. the question was, would Caleb be around for that? So much was up in the air, woven with the threads of uncertainty like a web and it was important to take all of the stolen moments as they came and in secret, and try not to pine too much for what one could not have.
Oh but the dream that they had painted of lovers and husbands had been so beautiful and he had longed for it. What use did he have for fine garments and luxurious raiment when all he wanted was to be loved and cherished by the handsome and scholarly wizard with the charming cat? But, he could not disappoint his mother, could he? ]
This sending stone is something I will treasure, Caleb Widogast. I hope that I may utilize it much over time.
[ He wanted more discussions, more conversations, more of what they had a few moments ago. But likewise he wanted it face to face too and he realized he had to accept what he was given. ]
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Date: 2024-10-15 02:11 am (UTC)[But Caleb would mostly let Essek do the calling, since the last thing he would want to do is get them caught or ruin this method of collecting more secret stolen moments. He could perhaps justify late night calls when the rest of the world was asleep and he wouldn't worry about alerting Essek's mother.
They would have to be careful. They'd failed at that caution once already, after all, and the consequences had been immediate, with the sudden distance forced between them, their quiet mornings discussions and the saved space on a dance card taken away.]
I miss you very much, Essek. Hearing your voice will sustain me a bit longer.
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Date: 2024-10-15 02:23 am (UTC)Right now Essek was thinking rationally, after the orgasm had faded to a pleasant buzz in his limbs-- he was thinking of the opportune times they could utilize the sending stones, times of quiet during his mother's trance. She was predictable like clockwork-- it was how his brother had gotten into worse trouble. ]
Tomorrow night around this time, once I am certain everyone is asleep, I shall call you again.
[ That was a promise as he needed to hear Caleb's voice, the soft gentle throatiness of it that made him want to lick into that mouth to taste the very sound that the vocal chords made. ]
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Date: 2024-10-15 03:03 am (UTC)[Not the whole day. Probably. Though in a way it would be the thing on his mind through all the daylight hours, despite whatever else he might be doing, whatever else he ought to be paying attention to.
Now though, it was late, and Caleb would be remiss if he didn't at least try to remember that Essek needed his rest.]
For now it is late. I should let you have your rest. Goodnight, Essek Thelyss. I will see you in my dreams.