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![]() Private AU/PSL RP, set anywhere from 1879 alternate history France to 21st century North America. A tale of two brothers and the witch and her golem who gets entangled in their lives. Urban fantasy, steampunk, magic, guns, and coffee collide. ➢ "La Caravane". |
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And everyone is looking at Oren anyway, I hope he trips into the punch bowl.
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Hey, he can't help it! And for his sake, I hope there's no tripping.
Ah, speaking of which...
[Iona turns her head to look at Oren whispering to him in English.]
Oren, act natural!]
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[Oren diverges from his path behind Iona and Auguste, paying no mind to the eyes that are on him. When the golem's eyes does settle on a group of people (mixed of men and women), he actually smiles, giving a nod of acknowledgement, his gaze slightly flickering as if...
And then he speaks, smoothly, and calmly, like a practiced gentleman of experience.]
Bonsoir. Thank you for having us tonight.
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Gus, of course
looks butthurt. ]
Is that natural?! Is that natural for him?!
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It used to be.
[Oren is allowing himself to engage in conversation with the nearest group of people (mostly women) and keeping his distance from Iona.]
Think of it this way! He won't be shadowing your every move for the time being.
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[ She has a point!! So he takes her hand and leads her a few yards away, towards the dance floor.
If Iona looks over her shoulder, she'll see Claude, shacked up in the corner with a tray full of champagne, looking so, so, so amused. ]
May I? ...have this dance, I mean?!
[ so suave. ]
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YIKES CLAUDE. Iona makes a mental note to herself to hassle him into going back to the Midnight Grind with her and Gus after all this is done.
In response to Gus's invitation, Iona lets go of his arm so that she can curtsy.]
If you insist. How could I refuse?
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Surprisingly, he's fairly good at this. ]
I can't insist— even if you refuse, you've made me the happiest man in this party regardless.
[ He says, and looks proud of himself for landing that line, which promptly ruins the effect. But that's Gus, and he winks at her as the song starts up, a mid-tempo waltz that he sweeps her into with warm hands and a careful hand on her waist. ]
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(Iona remembers something again, talking with her mother about being witches; why witches? She'd prefer to be a princess or a queen. Witches sound ugly, scary, and lonely.
Her mother smiles gently, saying yes, they could be those things, but they could always be so much more...)
Although her surface emotions flow easily, these deeper thoughts don't show themselves. She lets Gus twirl her around making her dress glow in the low lights of the room.]
I should have known that you really know your stuff! I'm having fun Gus, I really am.
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Yeah?
[ His expression brightens like a lightbulb, attempted suave wiped out for the moment. ]
You deserve a little fun, you know? You're always working really hard.
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[As the waltz nears its end, she slows down, just in time to see Oren lead one lucky lady out to the dance floor. She's sticks next to Gus though, sighing with contentment.]
I told you before haven't I? I like making my own fun, but getting surprised like this is a real treasure.
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[ And he takes that hand he's holding to his lips, kisses it while Oren is busy... score. ]
Maybe surprise you with champagne?
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Sure! It's been a while since I've had a nice glass of that.
[Mental note, must take the brothers out for actual drinking... (although she stops herself from making that suggestion since... Well. Oren would lecture her and she remembers Claude telling her not to be a bad influence. Yeah. What she wouldn't give to see their faces if they tried tequila...)]
Champagne sounds like a perfect refresher after a dance.
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Gus is more than eager to please, so he perks up and moves her away from the dance floor, towards the tray of champagne that...Claude is nursing, god help him. ]
Champagne is the one thing we never consider a waste of money. Drink as much as you want!
Turn your back to Oren so he doesn't see what we're doing.
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Iona helps herself to a glass although she looks a little worried for Claude.]
Are you gonna be okay?
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[ The answer is maybe a little too immediate, as Claude reaches for another champagne flute.
This is likely his...what, fourth?? It's only been about 10 minutes, god save him. ]
The alcohol is making me unapproachable, mercifully.
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You might wanna slow down though? Just a thought.
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[ Oh no, he's even more of an asshole tonight. ]
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[And that's said in English, so no one nearby can be aghast at her unladylike language. Still because of ~*magic*~ Claude should understand quite well!]
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[ Claude?! Stop this. ]
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[She'll fight you Claude, she'll goddamn fight you.]
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A risk a wise woman surely wouldn't take.
[ Fight him, Iona?! ]
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I really hope we aren't being school children right now.
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[ He reaches out, puts his metaphorically cooties-ridden hand on Iona's face!! Gasp. ]
Ah, it's too late for you now.
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Are you SURE the champagne isn't getting to you?
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