: 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: 2024-10-27 11:50 pm (UTC)The innuendo was unintentional, wasn't it? He was certain it would be. But that did not stop his brain from latching onto the words and swan diving straight into the gutter with the implication.]
I think that is likely an inevitability.
[He teased gently, but genuinely.]
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Date: 2024-10-27 11:58 pm (UTC)You have a very filthy mind.
[ And then a soft rumbling purr. ]
But I will indulge you your mind, since I find it so very fascinating.
[ Essek's fingertips were unbuttoning the next couple of buttons of Caleb's shirt until his fingers came in further contact with chest, and then he slipped inside, until a single fingertip made contact with the peak of nipple, could feel were likely ginger hairs lightly skirted around, there was a wondering sigh at the tentative exploration. ] You are so very handsome...